by Drew Elyse
In the fantasy, I let that shit play out. I let her strip right there, not giving a fuck who else was around, then I…
Fuck, I did not need to finish that thought.
“Babe, what the hell are you doing?” I asked, making her hands halt their attack on my good sense.
She cocked her head. “Moving my shirt. I decided on the ribs. I know you said it’ll hurt, but it’s going to hurt anywhere, right?”
I got all that, but half my brain—and all of my dick—was focused on the skin she’d revealed. I wanted to lick her. I could trail my tongue right from her belly button and down to her sweet pussy.
Focusing, I brought my eyes up to meet her baby blues. “Firefly, I love our daughter more than life itself, but if she fuckin’ crawls into our bed again tonight, I’m going to lose my mind.”
Surprise hit Ash’s face first, then something that looked a whole lot like pity.
Four days. Four fucking days had passed since I’d last sunk myself into my woman. And that last one had been a shower quickie. It got the job done, but it wasn’t enough. Emmy was having trouble sleeping and I hated that my baby was suffering, but I was not particularly partial to my dick suffering either.
Ash took a step toward me, but I forced myself to move back. If she touched me, I was going to drag her out of the room and fuck her until this ache went away.
“I’m hanging on by a thread here,” I told her.
She laughed in response. Laughed. We’d see how much she was laughing when I finally got her naked again and fucked her until she passed out.
“Alright,” she said as she stepped back with her hands up in a placating gesture, “hands to myself.”
Like that would matter.
“Just sit your cute ass down so we can get this torture started.”
And it was torture. The sweetest fucking pain.
Never in my life had I tattooed with a raging hard on until I had Ash laid out for me, her shirt tucked up around her tits. It was the ultimate test to stay focused on the piece I was giving her, but I wasn’t about to put anything less than my best on her perfect skin.
That Ash seemed to find the whole process cathartic helped keep my mind centered. As soon as I had the stencil sized properly and lined up on her side, she started with the stories. I knew nearly all the ones she told, had been there for most of them, but I never tried to derail her. Though she never made it a secret how much she missed her father, she still hesitated to relive all the happy memories she had of him. I knew it was because it hurt her to face what she’d lost, but I also knew it was important that she be able to think of him without drowning in the pain.
I was adding the last highlights when she sighed.
“What, babe?” I prompted when she didn’t immediately follow the sound with an explanation.
“All those stories,” she started, “I’ve never shared those with Emmy. I’ve told her some things, but she really doesn’t know much about him.”
“She’s still young, Firefly,” I insisted. “We’ve got time to share him with her.”
“She’s been asking ever since we came back to Hoffman. I should have been sharing him with her.”
Christ, but no one could ever be as hard on Ash as she was on herself.
“Roadrunner stored all the shit from the house when you left. All the pictures, videos—it’s all safe at his place,” I said, not sure anyone had informed her of that in the months she’d been home. “I’m sure plenty of the brothers have shit too, and we’ve all got stories. We’ll get all that shit together, make sure everyone knows we want Indian to be a part of Emmy’s life. They’ll make sure she knows her grandfather.”
Ash and I had to ride to the clubhouse separately so we wouldn’t have to leave her car or my bike behind. I didn’t want to spoil whatever she had planned, but I knew Ash was up to something. When I’d said I would just meet her at home after she grabbed Emmy, she’d all but shouted at me that I had to come. She tried to play it off after that, but my girl was a shit liar.
I spent the ride over trying to figure out what she was up to. I’d thought it was weird that she decided to have Jess put her down for an appointment without telling me, but now I was thinking it was all part of whatever she had planned.
Ash pulled up right after me, climbing out of her car and leveling me with an exasperated look I knew well. She walked past me to the front door as she said, “I don’t know why you can’t just tell me how to take care of it.”
She was referring to her tattoo, which I hadn’t given her any instructions on how to care for.
“I’ll be there to do it myself,” I replied. And, if I didn’t give her that information, I would have to be. The topmost parts of the design were barely an inch beneath her breast. I was perfectly happy to make the sacrifice to ensure her ink stayed healthy.
As soon as we got in the door, the women were swarming Ash, demanding to see the tat. I stared down my brothers as Ash pulled her shirt up to show it off. Those fuckers didn’t need to see it. They didn’t need to be looking at anything under Ash’s shirt.
Checking out that tattoo turned into hugging for whatever reason women always did that crap, and then Ash came back to me. She was giving me a little smirk, trying to be sexy, and it made me want to fucking laugh. Of course, it also had my dick stirring.
She got right up against my chest and onto her toes to whisper, “The girls are fine watching Emmy a little longer.”
Any thoughts of her being up to something swept clean out of my head. My princess was occupied and happy where she was and I could finally get some relief. I didn’t say a thing. I just hauled Ash down the hall, grinning like a fucking fool.
My key was out before I hit the door and I got that sucker unlocked with one flick of the wrist. When I pushed the door open, I froze.
Balloons. Everywhere. They were fucking pouring down and out onto us. Some sort of rig had them up on the ceiling.
In the chaos, it took a second for their colors to register. Was that…pink?
It was. The balloons were fucking pink and light blue. I immediately thought it was some bullshit prank by the guys, but my mind stayed on those colors.
Pink and light blue.
No, not light.
Baby blue.
“Mommy’s giving me a little sister!”
Emmy’s voice shrieking out that news jarred me from my stupor.
I turned to Ash. She had a hand up over her mouth, but I could tell she was smiling even as tears filled her eyes.
“Really?” I choked out.
Please, please let this be real, I thought. Please, tell me I’m going to be a father again.
“Well, she might get a brother.”
I grabbed her then, needing to fucking feel her, needing to assure myself this all wasn’t just a dream. With an arm around her waist and a hand at her neck, I pulled her sweet lips to mine. Ash melted into me, letting me release all I was feeling into her.
Distantly, I heard, “We’ve got a game to finish, little miss.”
I pulled back from my woman’s lips long enough to see Daz leading Emmy away.
Knowing our girl was fine, it was time to show Ash just how fucking excited I was. I picked her up, giving her the half second she needed to wrap her legs around me, then forced myself through the mess of balloons and managed to get the door shut behind us.
I laid Ash out on the bed, not stepping out of the hold she had on me with her legs. I pulled her shirt up and off. Settling both my hands on her sides, I stared down at the smooth plane of her stomach. I’d had my eyes on it at Sailor’s Grave, but it was like the very sight had completely changed.
Our baby was in there. Our second little miracle.
I’d be able to watch Ash’s body change this time. I’d be able to take care of her while she took care of our son or daughter. I’d be able to see our baby come into the world.
“How far along are you?” I rasped.
“Seven weeks.”
I
sunk down to my knees, my forehead resting against her stomach.
Seven weeks.
“Did you see him yet?”
“Him?” she sassed back.
“Him. Fuck, I need a him. Emmy already looks just like you, but isn’t fucking shy by a long shot. She gets older, I’m going to be screwed. I need a boy, not another daughter to worry about.”
“You’ll be fine,” Ash assured me. “But I haven’t seen her yet. I have an appointment Monday and we’ll be able to.”
Monday. Just a few days and I’d get the first look at our baby.
I looked up to my woman’s eyes. “I love you.”
She gave me a watery smile. “I love you too.”
I placed a kiss on her belly, letting myself revel in the life she had in there for just another second. Then, I got back to my feet, my hands going to the button of her jeans.
It was time to celebrate.
“Gabe,” she moaned, already as desperate for me as I was for her.
I wanted to tell her how much I needed her. I wanted to fucking worship her for all she was and for the little life she carried inside her. I wanted to give her slow and gentle.
I would do all those things, but first, she was going to take her man the way he came.
I was a biker—her biker. I was a man who loved and lusted after his woman. And I hadn’t had her properly in too fucking long.
Wrestling the jeans that seemed to be painted on her damn legs away, I went back down to my knees. I could smell her, that sweet aroma of her desire that always made my mouth water. My dick protested the decision even as I made it, but I had to taste her first. I yanked her underwear off and barely threw them aside before my mouth was on her.
Ash cried out, her body bowing off the bed, but I didn’t let up for even a second. I feasted on her sweetness, reveled in her reactions. I could eat her for hours.
“Please,” she begged, “I want you.”
My dick pulsed in response, pressing up against my jeans until it hurt. Luckily, the pain was just enough to keep me from blowing my load.
I moved my eyes up her body, across the smooth skin of her stomach I could already imagine expanding with our second child, over the ink I’d put into her skin, over her beautiful fucking breasts that needed to be free of that damn bra, and up to her bright, blue eyes.
My Ash. She was perfection.
I was on my feet in a heartbeat, removing my clothes. Without having to tell her, Ash sat up and released her bra. My breath stuttered watching her tits sway as they were freed. Those were going to grow, too. Christ, I didn’t know how I was going to be able to handle it. I could barely keep my hands off her as it was.
Picking her up as I climbed on, I moved Ash into the center of the bed and settled over her. Just the feel of her warmth, her softness against my skin, was almost too much. I shifted onto my knees, looking down at her as my hands roamed over her body.
“Please,” she repeated, her hips churning and drawing my eyes to her glistening, wet pussy just inches from my cock.
With my hands spanning her hips, I pulled her in until that distance was gone and sunk into her with one thrust.
“Fuck,” I groaned, lost in the hot, tight grip she had on me.
“Gabe,” she sighed, like having my cock made everything right.
I couldn’t hold back. My thrusts were quick, deep, almost savage. I fucked her with all I had. She moaned in complete abandon, angling her hips to take me deeper still. There was not a thing in the world that mattered more in that moment than the way I was sinking myself as far as I could into my woman.
“Oh God,” Ash whispered, “I’m…”
I fucked her harder still, stealing the words from her. I wanted—no, I fucking needed her to come for me. I needed to feel her pussy milk my cock. And I needed it right then. I couldn’t contain it much longer.
Her cry barely registered above the ecstasy of her pussy clamping down around me, rippling with the pleasure she felt. It only took that first spasm to set me off. I was coming with her—absolutely blinded by it.
I collapsed as it left me, barely managing to keep my weight on my forearms instead of my pregnant woman.
Pregnant.
Fuck. That word was going to be like fucking Viagra for me, it seemed. I could already feel the need building again just thinking about my Ash being pregnant.
Leaning all my weight onto one arm, I brought a hand to her stomach.
“We’re having a baby,” I muttered, still in awe of it all.
“We’re having a baby,” she confirmed.
“Fuck, Firefly.”
She gave a soft laugh that I felt right down to my balls. My dick lurched and I rolled my hips to press him in further.
Ash gasped. “Again?”
I brought my lips against hers. “We’re just getting started,” I replied, dragging my cock back to thrust in again. Her mouth opened in surprise, and I took that too.
We had a lot more celebrating to do.
Hours later, when my balls were finally empty and I’d made Ash come until she begged me to stop, we cleaned up and went to find our Emmy. We’d needed our time alone, but now we both wanted to be at home as a family.
“How did Emmy take the news?” I asked Ash as we walked into the hall.
“She’s excited, but if you get your boy, she won’t be.”
Of course not. My princess wanted a real life doll.
I chuckled, and kept doing it when we made it to the lounge where my daughter was clearly in the midst of an episode with Daz.
“What you saying, Uncle Daz?” she demanded, hands on her little hips.
That she’d perfected that move at such a young age was another reason the idea of Ash carrying another girl scared me. The levels of sass in our house were high enough as it was.
“Say what you want, little miss, you can’t get me to take it back,” Daz shot back.
Lord only knew what that asshole had Emmy up in arms about.
“Nothin’s better den Skittles!”
Seriously. Candy?
They were arguing about fucking candy.
“Twix is the best,” Daz returned.
“That’s just ridic-lus,” Emmy shook her head.
I looked down to Ash’s belly. “Come on, little one. I need you to be a boy.”
Ash just laughed as she said, “Good luck.”
Then she left me to call down our daughter before proclamations of war started.
I watched her wade into the fray and knew one thing for sure:
I didn’t need luck. I had all the fucking luck in the world.
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Drew Elyse spends her days trying to convince the world that she is, in fact, a Disney Princess, and her nights writing tear-jerking and sexy romance novels.
When she isn’t writing, she can usually be found over-analyzing every line of a book, binge watching a series on Netflix, doing strange vocal warm ups before singing a variety of music styles, or screaming at the TV during a Chicago Blackhawks game.
A graduate of Loyola University Chicago with a BA in English, she still lives in Chicago, IL where she was born and raised with her boyfriend and her fur babies Lola and Duncan.
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