by Nicole Fox
Selena has a part-time job managing the books for a local school district. She likes having something to focus on besides our son, who can be a bit of a handful.
Our son. I think of him no other way. I watched Selena’s belly grow. I felt him kick and move inside of her. I watched him enter the world, his lungs so strong, his cry so loud. I named him—Selena felt that was important, so I would know he was really mine.
She and I have been through all of this together. Middle-of-the-night feedings, diaper changes, the first fever. We have been together through it all. They’re both mine. Blood doesn’t matter.
I’m a different man than I was in New York. Quieter, more relaxed. I still work out, still train on weapons. I keep several guns stocked and ready, should someone ever find us. I’ll fight to the death to protect my family, and I do live with one eye to the rear, always checking my back.
After I finish up at the shop, I make the short walk to our little cottage on the water. The smell of spicy fish and rice makes my stomach grumble the moment I walk in the door. It’s quiet, though. Too quiet for a house that has a toddler in it.
My hackles rise instantly, and I unsheathe the knife I always carry on my belt as I tiptoe toward the kitchen, ready for the worst.
What I find, though, is Selena, clad only in a cleavage-baring bra and thong, high heels on, wooden spoon in hand as she stirs the pot on the stove.
***
Selena
“Put that knife away,” I say.
Finn does as told with a wry grin. “It was too quiet in here. I thought I’d find you drawn and quartered.”
“Well, it’s quiet because our son fell asleep in the stroller on the way home from the beach and he’s been knocked out ever since. Which left me time to get creative about wardrobe for the evening.”
“Well, I approve of the creativity you’ve shown for sure,” he says, pulling me close, his big body hard with muscle that never ceases to turn me on.
“I figure the food has about six more minutes,” I say. “You’re a little later than I thought you’d be. I was hoping you’d have time for a little appetizer before the main course.”
“Let’s see what I can do in six minutes,” he says with a grin.
He picks me up and puts me on my back on the kitchen table, pushing my legs wide and burying his face there. He pushes my tiny panties to the side, easily finding all the parts that matter with his tongue, an evil glint in his eyes as he does it.
“Time me,” he says, his tongue aggressively assaulting my swollen slit.
This is a game we play sometimes. He’s quite proud of his oral skills and he likes to see how fast he can make me come. It doesn’t take long at all, and as my pussy clenches, he whoops for joy and fumbles with his jeans so that they fall to the floor. He climbs up and shoves inside of me, making me cry out.
“You’ve got three minutes, stud,” I challenge.
“No problem,” he says. “Appetizer round, though. More later.”
Afterward, we dine on a meal I learned from one of our elderly neighbors. Seamus wakes up midway through, so we get him set up with his dinner, which he mostly gets into his mouth. This is an improvement from the days when much of his food ended up on the walls or floor.
The little guy looks a lot like me. Dark hair, olive skin. He’s got my eyes, my curiosity. I can’t imagine my life without him.
Seamus’ favorite movie is on. He snuggles up between us on the couch, a sippy cup in one hand, his favorite blanket in the other. As the movie wears on, his head sags until, finally, he falls asleep with his head of dark curls on Finn’s lap, the big man’s hand resting on the little one’s. It melts my heart.
After we put him in his crib, we head out to the back porch. It’s small, only big enough for two lounge chairs, but it’s ours. We stretch out, glasses of wine in hand.
“Thank you for being such an amazing dad,” I say.
“He makes it easy,” Finn says. “You do, too.”
“I feel like … do you ever feel like things worked out just like they should have? I mean, do you ever have regrets?” I know I’m not making any sense.
“I have no regrets,” Finn says, his voice rough.
“None?” I ask.
He reaches out and grabs my hand, toying with the small diamond band on my left ring finger. “Not a one,” he says. “You?”
“No,” I say. “I don’t regret being with you, marrying you.”
He gives me a soft smile. “I wish we could have had a real wedding. With family and friends.”
“Not me,” I say. “It was perfect.”
We got married about six months ago on the beach, just us and Seamus and the priest. The sun was setting and the colors were spectacular. I wore a filmy white dress. Finn wore a white polo and khaki shorts. We were both barefoot. Seamus tried to eat sand. All in all, it was an amazing memory.
“Do you ever worry that we’ll never be able to set down roots for him?” Finn asks. “That they’ll find us? That we’ll always be running?”
“I don’t worry about it,” I say. And I mean it. “If we have to run, we’ll run. We’ve already been in three beautiful places. And we’ve done just fine in each one. We have each other, and as long as that’s intact, then everything else is irrelevant.”
Finn is a different man these days. He’s definitely less intense, but the edge of worry never quite dulls. He’s always looking for the monster lurking around each corner. He stays quietly connected to a few old contacts, who let him know the chatter out of the Kovolov organization. If there is any indication that they are getting close to finding us, we are ready to move at a moment’s notice.
I don’t know how this could have worked out differently. If I hadn’t put my chips in with Finn, I might be a kept woman with Sergei, suffering through any number of degrading requests, raising my baby with a man I hated.
No, this is right. And while it took us a good year to get to a point where we could both say it out loud, I think we both knew that the connection between us had quickly moved beyond the physical, beyond the circumstantial. It had bloomed into something real, something that was cemented the moment our little boy was born.
There will be days ahead that will make life different. He will grow. He’ll need roots, friendships. He’ll want to go to school, to have a girlfriend, to go to college, to build a family of his own. And how much will he know about who we are, about how we came to live this gypsy life? I’m not sure, but I guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
“Mrs. O’Hare,” Finn says, breaking me from my thoughts, “I want to fuck you right now. Would that be acceptable to you?”
“Well, when you’re so romantic about it, how can I say no?” I say with a laugh.
He grins and stands, holding out a hand to help me up. I follow him into the house, into our bedroom, to our large four-poster bed. He runs his hands over my shoulders, down to my waist, grabbing the hem of my T-shirt and lifting it, baring my breasts. My nipples harden when the air hits them—Finn’s fingers tweak them, sending a shot of lust straight to my core.
He dips one hand between my legs, finding me wet already as his fingers dip inside my folds. I let out a moan. I love the way he touches me.
I reach out and untie the pajama bottoms he wears. They fall to the floor, exposing his huge, proud cock. I wrap a hand around its girth, squeezing and pumping a few times before giving him a wicked grin and falling to my knees to take him into my mouth. He grabs my hair, guides my strokes, pushes me to take it all in, all the way to the balls. Gladly. I love the taste of him, the feel of that silky shaft in my mouth. I love the dot of salty precum that coats my tongue. I know what it means.
He pulls me up and pushes me roughly back onto the bed, spreading me wide, burying himself there, his tongue darting in and out of my cunt while his dexterous fingers work at my swollen, throbbing clit. Just as I’m about to climax, he pulls away and positions himself over top of me, impaling me, pushing my legs up
over his shoulders so he can get deeper and deeper, his thrusts harder and harder.
I cry out, coming instantly, my pussy clenching around his cock as he pushes me to every limit I have. When he lets loose his own orgasm, it’s with an animal roar that only stops when his mouth meets mine, our tongues intertwining in a dance that we both never want to end.
Later, we lie naked on top of the covers, shining with sweat, barely able to move.
“I love you, Selena,” Finn says.
“I love you too,” I say.
“Everything in my life … it was all a path to get me to you,” he says, reciting his wedding vows, as he does almost every night.
What started as something of a business partnership, a means to an end, has bloomed into something very real.
THE END
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Filthy Nights: Demon Riders MC
I’M NOT HERE TO SAVE HER. I’M HERE TO BREAK HER.
CORA
Lovers for a night.
Strangers again in the morning.
But one slip meant he left an unexpected surprise in my womb.
LOGAN
All she wants is to get away from her violent past.
Too bad I’m the man who’s been sent to drag her back.
At first, she was just a means to an end.
But when I find out she’s carrying my baby, everything changes.
Now, I’m becoming a man I never thought I’d be:
One who kills to protect what’s his.
Filthy Sins: Sons of Wolves MC
I never should have slept with him. Now, I’m pregnant with his child.
The biker saved me from my alcoholic daddy.
In return, he wants me to have his baby.
It’s so wrong, and yet it feels so good.
But our filthy sins might cost us everything.
Because my dad’s corrupt cop friends want to kill my baby’s father and drag me back to hell.
My belly is growing, but my hometown is burning.
I have to decide:
Can I trust the outlaw to keep our baby safe?
Knocked Up by the Killer: A Hitman Baby Romance
Killing is my business.
But f**king her will be the sweetest pleasure.
Her scumbag ex ran off, leaving a mountain of debt for her to deal with.
The thing is, I don’t give a damn about her sob story.
I care about one thing only:
Getting what I came for.
She doesn’t have the cash to fork over.
What she does have is a body I’m dying to claim.
So as long as I’m waiting around for her to make ends meet…
I might as well give myself a taste.
When I take her, she’s as delicious as I imagined.
And her pleading moans are music to my ears.
But then something else came along, something I never expected…
She got pregnant.
All of the sudden, her situation is out of control.
She’s got her billionaire mafia boss thirsting after her.
A killer’s baby in her belly.
And a multi-million-dollar debt hanging over her head.
If she wants to get out of this alive, she’ll have to do exactly what I tell her to.
Starting with this:
Get on your knees, darling.
Knocked Up by the Rebel: The Shadow Hunters MC
SHE’S MINE ONCE AGAIN… AND THIS TIME, SHE’S NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
I’ve made mistakes I won’t repeat.
Like letting Daphne out of my bed.
Now that I’ve got her back, she’ll never leave my sight again.
That’s what happens when you hide my son from me.
Who the f*** does she think she is?
Keeping my son from me?
Furious doesn’t even begin to describe my mood.
I don’t care what she thinks I’ve done.
Hell, she’s probably right.
It’s true: I’ve stolen stuff. I’ve hurt people.
But I don’t regret a godd*mn thing.
This is just the path I’ve chosen.
She thought she’d chosen a path to get away from me.
But that’s impossible.
Because she has something that belongs to me.
And I’m coming to get it back.
Knocked Up by the Enforcer: Satan’s Legion MC
SHE WAS A TEMPTATION I NEVER SHOULD HAVE TOUCHED.
…and now she’s pregnant with my child.
Mina Parker, the President’s daughter, is carrying the Vice President’s kid.
Now the Satan’s Legion MC is in an uproar.
And it’s my fault.
The rules have been broken.
The laws have been disgraced.
I screwed up, I know that.
But I could still make it all better.
All it would take to put an end to the chaos is for me to come clean.
All I would take is for me to look the President in the eye and tell him the truth:
“I’m the one who had your precious daughter writhing beneath me.
And I intend to have her again.”
Knocked Up by the Hitman: A Bad Boy Baby Romance
I HAD TWO CHOICES: GET LOCKED UP OR GET KNOCKED UP.
It was either submit to the hitman…
Or surrender to his gun against my head.
Can you really blame me for what I did next?
Living out of my car, down to my last few bucks…
Could things be any worse?
Turns out the answer is yes.
When my car gets stolen – with me still in the backseat – by a gun runner and his junkie brother,
I figure I’ve seen my last sunrise.
This is it for me.
But to my surprise, the hitman makes me a deal.
He’ll help me erase my old life and start fresh.
In return, I owe him…
Anything he wants.
I’ll do whatever it takes to get away from my past.
But as it turns out, Russell has a hunger that only a taste of me will satisfy.
I strip down and give him what he desires – over and over and over again.
For a while, it seems like things might be better.
I have a new home, a new identity, a new purpose.
But then I see the three little lines no girl like me ever wants to see.
It means I’m pregnant.
Before I can tell Russell about our baby, his junkie brother comes looking for his slice of the pie.
There might be a beautiful new life lying in wait for Russell and me.
But only if I can get out of this bedroom alive.
Knocked Up by the Bad Boy: The Warriors MC
FIVE REBEL BIKERS. FIVE INNOCENT GIRLS.
WHO CAN KNOCK THEIR WOMAN UP FIRST?
I made a bet with my brothers:
First one to knock up a local girl wins.
At first, I don’t care what happens.
But when Bambi crosses my sights… losing is no longer an option.
I could never resist a pretty girl.
And Bambi’s body screams temptation.
She’s the County Queen.
Doe-eyed.
Long-legged.
Sin and sex with curves for days.
But it isn’t until I’ve snatched her for myself that I realize there’s a lot happening in the shadows.
The stakes are higher than I ever imagined.
Too f***ing bad.
I intend to make Bambi mine.
Screw the bet.
Screw it all.
She WILL carry my child.
But only after she begs for my seed.
Again.
And again.
And again.
His Seed: Satan’s Sons MC
HE’S GOT THE GIFT I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED.
And he’s about to give it to me…
All of it.
All of him.
All. Night. Long.
I play with fire for a living.