by Marla Monroe
“I’ll just keep on taking the ones I have then.”
“The other thing is that you are underweight for your height and the baby’s age.”
“Is my baby okay?” she asked.
“Your baby is fine. He’ll get whatever he needs no matter what. You, on the other hand, won’t unless you eat right. Are you having trouble with excessive nausea and vomiting?” he asked.
“Not anymore. I just haven’t had much of an appetite, but it’s better these last few days. I’ve been under a lot of stress concerning the baby’s father. That’s all settled now, so I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, I’m going to have you back in three weeks just to weigh and check your blood pressure. It’s not up, but it’s not quite normal either. I want to be sure you don’t start having trouble with it.”
“Okay. Thank you.” She stood up when he did and shook his hand.
When she settled up at the receptionist’s desk and made her return appointment, she noticed that the room had emptied out. She’d been there a long time. She glanced at the clock on the wall and winced. It was nearly 5:00 p.m. Would the men by worried about her? She hoped not.
She had barely made it into the drive before all five of the men burst through the door of the carport. They all looked anxious, even Morgan.
Tyler made it to the car first to open her door. “Is everything okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine, the baby’s fine. It just takes a long time on a first visit. Plus, they were busy.”
She started to show them her sonogram picture, but noticed Morgan standing in the background looking a little unsettled. She realized that would be cruel and kept it hidden in her purse. She would share it with Mrs. Pullum when she saw her again. She wouldn’t think about how much it hurt that she couldn’t share it with Morgan.
“What did the doc say about your losing weight?” Morgan finally spoke up.
“Um, that I needed to gain some weight.” Amanda smiled. “He said the baby is fine, but that I needed to gain weight, so I go back in three weeks for a checkup on it and my blood pressure.”
“What’s wrong with your blood pressure?” Morgan demanded.
“Nothing really. He says it’s borderline high, but still safe. I told him I’d been under a lot of pressure with the baby’s father, but it was all okay now.”
“Good. You be sure and keep all your appointments.” Morgan didn’t look at her. He stared off into the distance instead.
“Okay, you guys, I’m hungry. Let me in the house.” Amanda walked between Tyler and Dodge as they all talked at once about what they’d been doing.
She only half listened, noticing that Morgan remained where he was instead of coming in the house. She refused to let it bother her any more than it already did. She concentrated on starting dinner and chatting with the others.
“So, how much do you need to gain before you go back in three weeks?” Tyler asked.
“He wants me to add six pounds. Two pounds a week to begin with.”
“That shouldn’t be hard if you add ice cream to your diet,” Dodge laughed.
“Hmm, ice cream sounds yummy. Maybe I’ll go get some after dinner,” she said.
“We’ll go get it for you,” Dodge said. “Come on, Tyler. You can drive my truck. My fucking leg is hurting today for some reason.”
“What kind do you like?” Tyler asked.
“You don’t have to get me any ice cream, guys. I can go after dinner if I still want it.”
“Nope, we’ll get it, and you can eat it anytime you want it that way. So what kind do you like?” Tyler demanded.
“Chocolate, of course,” she teased.
“Chocolate what?” Morgan asked as he closed the door behind him.
“We’re going to get Amanda some chocolate ice cream. Best way I know to gain weight quick,” Tyler said.
“She needs to gain quality weight with fruits and vegetables,” Morgan groused.
“I’ve got plenty of those around, too. I’ll follow the doctor’s orders, so don’t anyone get worried about it.” She could tell something was brewing, and she really wanted to avoid it if she could.
“We’ll be back in a little while,” Tyler said as he and Dodge walked out the door.
“Are you telling me everything he said?” Morgan asked, taking her arm and pulling her around to face him.
“Yes, I am. He said I needed to gain some weight and my blood pressure was a little up, but that overall I was healthy. I even heard the heartbeat,” she said, looking up into his face.
“Did he do a sonogram?”
“Yes, he did. Everything looked fine.” She feared where this was going.
“Then he probably gave you a picture of it, didn’t he?” Morgan asked.
“Um, yeah, he did.”
“Why aren’t you showing everyone?”
“I…I…”
“You didn’t want to rub it in my face. Fuck, Amanda. You don’t have to tiptoe around me. I’m a big boy. I can handle it. Show the damn sonogram to the guys. They’ll get a kick out of it.” Morgan let go of her arm and stomped off into the living room.
Amanda swallowed back the tears. She wasn’t sure why she was crying, because of the way Morgan had treated her or because he’d lost his baby. Either way or both, she had to turn off the stove and run to the bathroom to wash her face before someone noticed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Friday night, Morgan maneuvered her to bed early. He seemed almost desperate to get her to bed. He ran a bath using some of the scented bath salts she had bought. Then he eased her into it and knelt by the tub, bathing her from head to toe and all parts in between. He didn’t say anything, so she didn’t either. She let him have his way with her.
When the water began to cool, he helped her out and dried her off with a huge plush towel, making sure to wrap her in it before picking her up and carrying her to bed. He settled her in the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin and told her to wait for him. He wanted a quick shower. He undressed, watching her the entire time as if measuring her reaction to his nude body. She didn’t bother hiding her appreciation. He was huge all over. She often wondered how she managed to take his magnificent cock inside her.
She must have dozed, because he was back climbing into bed almost as if he’d never left the room. Moisture clung to his chest. She ached to lick it. Then, because it didn’t matter what she did now, he was leaving the next day, she did. She chased a drop as it wound its way around his nipple. He shivered. She licked over the nipple with the flat of her tongue and was rewarded with a husky groan.
Encouraged by his acceptance of her advances, she pushed him over onto his back and climbed on top of him. She licked from one nipple to the other and nipped at them. He hissed out a breath as she licked her way lower and delved into his belly button.
“Fuck, Amanda. What are you trying to do to me?”
“Take care of you like you take care of me,” she said.
When she reached his bobbing erection, Amanda rubbed her cheek along the soft skin on the side. It amazed her that it felt like soft velvet over a rod of iron. She inhaled his masculine scent. It sent a curl of arousal deep in her womb. She shuddered and licked his dick from the base to the top, and around the slit.
A bead of pre-cum escaped, and she quickly took it with her tongue before delving into the slit for more. He hissed again and grabbed her head.
“Stop fucking around and suck my cock, Amanda.”
She laughed and drew him into her mouth. She could only go so far until she had to relax her throat and breathe through her nose. She swallowed around him and was rewarded when he cursed and held her head still as he slowly pumped in and out of her mouth. He was careful, then grabbed her hand and fisted it around his cock so he wouldn’t choke her.
Amanda used her other hand to lightly roll his balls and scratch gently at the sac holding them. He groaned and began to pump in and out of her mouth in earnest. She squeezed his cock at the base and hummed
around his massive cock.
“That’s right, baby. Suck my dick in that hot little mouth of yours.”
His rough words spurred her on, and she hummed and sucked as hard as she could to make him lose control. She wanted him to be unable to help himself as he shot his cum down her throat.
“God, Amanda. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come. I want to fuck that wet pussy instead. Back off, Amanda,” he said again.
Amanda hummed around his cock and refused to let go. Instead, she bobbed up and down faster and squeezed his balls just a little tighter. It wasn’t long until she was rewarded with his cum streaming into her throat. She drank it all down and licked his dick from top to bottom to get it all.
Before she could collapse, he pulled her up to him and kissed her. If he noticed that his semen was in her mouth, he didn’t seem to care. It was a forceful kiss that took her breath away from her. She had to pull away from him to breathe. Morgan rolled her over until he was on top of her. His eyes were heavy-lidded, and though he should have been sated, he still looked hungry to her.
“You are fucking amazing, Amanda.”
He dipped his head and licked her jawline from her ear to her chin and around to the other side. Then he sucked the skin between her neck and her shoulder until she knew she would have a mark there. She didn’t mind. It would be something to remind her of him for a little longer. When he continued kissing down her neck and to her breasts, she hummed her approval. She wanted his mouth on her nipples. They ached with need.
He mounded one breast while running the flat of his tongue over the nipple of the other. She arched her back, trying to get him to take it into his mouth. He shook his head and pushed her back to the bed with his hand.
“Lie still, baby. Let me love you like I want to.”
He buried his face in her cleavage. His fingers took over her nipples, pinching and pulling on them as he licked and kissed and sucked around each breast. His mouth drew closer and closer to her nipples until she wanted to scream. Every time she moved to press one into his mouth, he backed off and pressed her back into the bed.
“Uh, uh, uh. Wait for it, baby.”
He started all over again, kissing and licking his way around her breasts until he reached her nipples. Finally he began sucking them, first one, then the other. His hands molded her breasts, pushing them together so he could suck both of her elongated nipples at one time. He teased and nipped at them before moving further down her torso.
He laid down a line of kisses and sucks until he reached the spot where her baby lay. Here he gently kissed her rounded stomach before moving lower to her bare mound. Here he nibbled until she was on the edge between pain and pleasure. He licked and soothed the bite marks before spreading her pussy lips and diving to feast.
* * * *
Her pussy smelled delicious and tasted even better. Spicy honey exploded on his tongue as he licked her cream. He couldn’t get enough of her hot cunt and wanted more of her sweet juices. Morgan licked from her clit down to her back hole and then back up again. She responded by wiggling, and he had to press gently down on her pelvis to keep her from rearing up.
“Easy, baby. Let me please you.”
Using one finger, he traced her pussy lips, then circled her clit but didn’t touch it. He wanted her begging for her climax. He wanted to see her face go slack as she came. He sheathed one finger inside of her, pumping it in and out in a slow rhythm. Then he added a second finger to the first and searched for her hot spot. As soon as he brushed over it, Amanda cried out and bucked into his hand. He smiled. This was how he wanted her, needy and demanding.
When she settled down, he shoved three fingers inside of her and tongued her clit until she was on the brink of coming. Her vaginal walls sucked at his fingers as if wanting to keep them prisoner.
“Please, Morgan. Please, please, please. I can’t stand it anymore.”
Amanda begged him as he circled her clit once again with his tongue. He smiled and nipped at it. She screamed, and for a minute, he thought he’d pushed her over, but she went back to thrashing about on the bed, her head rolling back and forth, begging him to let her come.
He searched for that special spot inside her hot pussy, and while gently applying pressure to her clit, he rubbed that spot over and over until she exploded around him. He watched as her face changed expressions from needy to euphoric, her eyes rolling back and her mouth going slack. Nothing pleased him more than watching her come for him.
He climbed up her body and lifted one leg so he could enter her in one smooth push. She accepted him without a word, and he feared at first she’d passed out, but when she opened her eyes and looked at him, he nearly pulled out and ran. He saw love there. For a few precious seconds, he saw it in her eyes before she closed them and lifted her pelvis to meet his thrusts.
He tunneled his cock in and out of her hot cunt. It squeezed him as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued with the added stimulation of his fucking her. He drew nearly all the way out and slammed back in, over and over, until he felt that electric current spreading from his spine to his balls. His cum boiled there, waiting to erupt.
With each thrust, he felt her pussy sucking on his dick, trying to keep it prisoner within its hot, wet walls. He wanted to stay there, but wanted to come more. He felt his balls tighten that little bit more, and he shot cum deep inside of her as he thrust hard three more times and held his body rigid within her.
As soon as he could breathe again, Morgan rolled over to the side and gathered her up in his arms. He pulled her close enough he could bury his face in her neck and breathe her in. God, he was going to miss her. He would miss so much about her, not just the sex either. He would miss snuggling up with her like this, her sassy mouth, and the way she held on to him on the bike. But he had to leave. He couldn’t stay. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.
Morgan almost rolled away, but refused to give up what little time he had left with her. If he were a better man, he might be able to overlook the baby growing in her belly, but he wasn’t. He was a sorry excuse of a person. All he could think about was his own child and how he’d never had the chance to hold him. He didn’t even think of his wife as much now, and that added guilt to his already dirty soul.
Amanda deserved someone who would love her no matter what and provide for her and spoil her. He didn’t even have a job. All he did was work at odd jobs to pay his way through life. The house was paid for, and his savings were paying for the utilities. He didn’t care about the money. If it would help Amanda, that was fine. He wanted her to be happy, and she would be once he was gone and she forgot about him. She would be busy getting ready for, and then taking care of, her baby.
The ticking of the alarm clock next to the bed finally got to him, and he slipped into sleep, only to wake up again around three and make slow love to Amanda again. She fell asleep this time with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He lay awake for another hour just listening to her breath.
* * * *
Lunch was a boisterous affair as the men all gathered around the table and bar talking at once. Amanda sat between Tyler and Dodge with Morgan sitting across from her. He shifted his feet occasionally to bump against hers and smiled at her. They were okay. He knew she understood, though secretly she was crying inside. She wanted more than anything for him to stay so they could be a family, but she knew better. Instead of moping, she joined in the free-for-all of joking, laughing, and enjoying the moment. They were all leaving after lunch.
She would miss each and every one of them. She would even miss the twins, despite how scary they were to her. They’d proven to be good friends to Morgan and had treated her with nothing but respect.
“Do you have everything ready for work on Monday?” Dodge asked her.
“Yep. I’ve got a small bag to carry my lunch in and some extra fruit. I’ll probably take a book with me to read during lunch.”
“Don’t forget to eat your ice cream at night,” Tyler reminde
d her.
“I’m not likely to forget ice cream, Tyler,” she said with a smile.
“If you walk for exercise around here,” Morgan began, “remember to wear light-colored clothing so cars can see you.”
“Guys, I’m going to be fine. I’ve been by myself before.” Amanda wiped her mouth with her napkin. She’d eaten an entire chicken breast and helping of potato salad.
“I think everyone has their number programmed in your phone, so if you need anything, one of us can come help.” Morgan stood up and took her plate, along with his, to the trash.
“I’m not likely to need anything, but thanks, guys, for offering. You’re all welcome here anytime you want to crash.” She winced and looked at Morgan. “Well, it’s Morgan’s house, but if he doesn’t mind, I don’t.”
“It’s your house for as long as you want to stay here,” Morgan said.
“Come on, Jethro. Let’s clean up this mess and get on the road.” Justin grabbed empty plates and cups and took them to the trash.
Jethro helped Tyler clear the table as Dodge put away the condiments. Amanda didn’t have to lift a finger. She sat and watched as each of the men took care of the mess, even down to wiping off the table and bar.
Amanda got up and smiled at them. They were all good men. Just looking at them, you would probably have thought of them as hard-core bikers, but she’d come to know the real them beneath the tats, scars, and tough clothes. She would trust any of them with her life and that of her child, because she already had. They were the best.
Morgan wrapped his arms around her from behind and gently squeezed. She leaned back into him and smiled. He was going to miss her. She was sure of it—just not enough to want to stick around.
“Okay, everyone. Let’s mount up and ride,” Jethro called from the carport door.
Amanda followed them all out to the driveway, where two bikes and two trucks sat one behind the other. Jethro and Justin each gave her a quick one-armed hug, while Dodge kissed her cheek and squeezed her shoulders. Tyler wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose against her neck and whispered to call him for anything.