When Boyd was finally released about an hour later, we all filed out of the hospital. I loaded him into the front, Debbie and Katie climbed into the back. I took him home. Deb said she was going to stay at his place in case he needed anything. I left her with my number in case they needed anything, and then I took Katie home.
“Where are we going?” she asked when we headed out of Boston and toward Dover.
“My house.”
“You don’t live in Boston?”
“Not anymore. When my parents retired to Florida, I bought the home I grew up in from them. My dad wouldn’t charge me what it’s actually worth, so I got an amazing deal on it. I’d been renting out the extra rooms to a couple college guys, but I bought out the rental contracts in December. The last guy moved out last week.”
“Why’d you buy out the contracts?” Her voice was breathy and soft with disbelief.
I pulled up to a red light, my foot on the brake, I turned to look her in the eye. “You know why, Kitten.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Katie
I didn’t know what to say, so quickly I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid next to him, buckling into the middle. I wanted to jump into his lap then and there, my core quivering at the thought of it, but the light turned green and we were on our way.
Cory had his arm along the back of the seat. His hand cupping my shoulder as I leaned into his side. I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed the hard muscle.
“Careful, Kitten, you’re playing with fire again.”
I closed my eyes and smiled. “Is that what I’m doing? Good thing you’re a fireman then.” I slid my hand up and rested it on his hard length.
His hips bucked under my hand – his foot stepping down on the gas. “Damn. Kitten, let me get us home first,” he groaned and I squeezed him again, “at least to the driveway.”
“Hurry,” I leaned up and whispered into his ear. It was five more blocks until he pulled up in front of a townhome. I didn’t even pay attention to it, I was too busy trying to climb on top of him.
Our lips locked in a flurry of need and desire. I rocked my hips on his hard ridge, seeking relief. “I need you,” I gasped out when his lips left mine and trailed down my neck.
His hands went down to my jeans. Quickly he unsnapped the button and slid the zipper down, sliding his hand inside beneath my panties. I moaned when his fingers delved into my hot pussy. When they circled my clit, I violently bucked against him.
“Lean back and brace your hands on the wheel.” I did as he said, and it pushed my body up so he could get his hand underneath me more. The new position allowed his fingers to go deeper. “This one’s just to take the edge off, Kitten. I’m going to take you inside when we are done, and fuck you so hard your teeth are going to chatter.”
“Yes.” My pussy flooded with heat at his words, I wanted that so bad.
His teeth nipped at my peaked nipple through my thin Tshirt. “You want me to make it even better?”
“Not possible,” I said, my breath already coming in hard pants.
“Oh Kitten, challenge accepted.” He bit down harder on my nipple. “Let’s just hope nobody calls the cops on us.” I felt him working my jeans down just a little more with one hand while the other kept me focused on my approaching orgasm.
I rode his hand as best I could in the position I was in and within the confines of the truck. His other hand gripped my ass cheek so hard he was sure to leave a few bruises behind, but the pleasure in that bite of pain was phenomenal.
“I’m almost there,” I cried out when his thumb circled my clit. He moved his other hand and a lone finger slipped into my ass. I groaned rocking myself back and forth, alternating penetration from my pussy to my ass and back again.
His thumb on my clit had me going over the edge and cum flowing out of me. I cried out his name as the orgasm rocked through me. I fell forward, my head resting on his shoulder, and out of breath.
“Let’s fix your clothes so we can go in, Kitten.”
Together, between kisses, caresses, and heated looks, we righted my clothing. Hand in hand, we got out of the truck, and he led me up the steps. He led me home.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cory
We didn’t even make it up the stairs. We got as far as the landing before I had to have her. The mirror that was on the wall fell, but I didn’t care to stop when the glass shattered at my feet. My jeans were around my ankles – her legs wrapped around my waist. I had her pinned to the wall, our fingers entwined as I pounded into her hot, wet pussy.
When we both came, I set her down away from the glass, pulled up my jeans, and then picked her back up, carrying her to my room.
We stripped down and crawled into my king sized bed. I pulled her into my arms and held her close.
“Cory,” she said just before I dozed off.
“Yes, Kitten.”
“I love you.”
‘Finally,’ I thought to myself.
“I know, Kitten, I love you too.” I turned her onto her back and captured her lips in a soft kiss.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What’s that, Kitten?”
“I’m seven weeks pregnant.”
“It’s about fucking time.” I looked at the clock and saw it was almost midnight. “I was giving you until tomorrow before I got really mad.”
She pushed up on her elbows, the sheet falling from her breasts. “You knew?”
“Yes. I’ve been waiting weeks for you to tell me.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I wanted you to tell me. I was giving you until tomorrow,” I looked at the clock again, twelve – o – two, “today, and then I was going to bring it up. You told me, so I’m good. My question is, why did you wait so long to tell me?”
“I needed to make sure.”
“Make sure of what, Kitten?” I asked when she paused.
“I had to make sure you were here for me, not for the baby.”
Her words cut a bit, but I could understand them. “Are you here for me or for the baby? It works both ways, Kitten.” She winced at my words.
“Yes, I guess it does.”
I grabbed her hand and pulled it down to my hardening cock. “This is because of you. Nobody else.” I took her hand from my cock and laid it over my pounding heart. “It has everything to do with you. The baby is an incredible bonus. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sir.” With those words, we made love again all through the night. It was the perfect beginning to the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
Katie
August 16 – 6 months later
Pain ripped through my back and abdomen as another contraction tore through me. I was panting and sweating as Cory held my hand.
“Come on, Kitten, push.”
I screamed and pushed down with every bit of strength that I had – I felt like I was being ripped in two. “It will be a cold day in hell when you touch me again,” I said through gritted teeth as the contraction started to ease.
“We have the top of the head,” the doctor called out. “One more good push to get the shoulders out and we are home free.”
Cory focused back on me, trying to distract me from the pain. It wasn’t working. “We’ll see about that, but right now our daughter wants to come out, so let’s focus on that.”
“Stupid fucking Santa.” I gasped as another contraction built.
“Aww come on Kitten, I’m not that bad.”
“Fucking Cupid is stupid too.”
“You going to blame all the holidays on this?”
“No, just those two,” I said around panting breaths as I felt pain cresting again.
“I’ll make those two holidays up for you then.”
“AHHHHHH!” I cried out and squeezed Cory’s hand as hard as I could, bearing down.
The sound of her cries filled the room. I sat back when she was free, my breathing erratic, my body, worn and tired. I cl
osed my eyes, as relief set in.
“Does Dad want to cut the cord?”
“Yes.” Cory moved to the bottom of the table. “She looks just like you, Kitten.”
“If she looks anything like I feel right now, I imagine she does.”
“Good to see your sense of humor is still intact. Is she going to be a smartass like you too?”
“Only if she has to deal with you on a daily basis.”
He smiled, and came back toward me, holding a little pink and blue striped blanket. She had a soft pink cap covering her head, her skin covered in the white film, but he was right, she was still beautiful.
“We never did agree on a name.”
“No.” I held her in my arms, Cory sat on the bed beside me, his arm wrapped around my shoulders.
“What are we going to call her, Kitten?”
“Mary,” I said. “Mary Christmas Alexander.” She was the best gift I’d ever gotten.
Santa might not be so bad after all, and Cupid might not be that stupid because, between them, I got the greatest gifts ever, I got Cory and Christmas.
Phoenix Bar
Steel Demons MC Book 1
By
Annelise Reynolds
Some bridges are made to be burned
and life remade from the ashes.
Prologue
My Little Phoenix,
You will receive a letter two months from now, but this is what I want you to do in the meantime… I want you to move. I’ve already contacted an old lawyer friend of mine and I have a house set up for you in Belle, Texas. The house is under A. Price and Jed will be the one that provides you with all the information I have given him as the time comes. He knows what to do.
I also want you to get McKenzie out of New York. The time has come. She doesn’t need to be there anymore. Do whatever you can to get her out of there when you feel the time is right, but I must warn you, time is a luxury you will sadly not have.
When you get to Belle, I want you to figure out what you want to do with your life, but in this process, keep your identity as hidden as possible. The best thing we could have done for you, I believe, is change your last name to my maiden name, but since we didn’t do that when you first moved in with me. It would be pointless to do it now. Pick a nickname to introduce yourself and McKenzie by. There is no need to draw unneeded attention to yourselves with your names, and it also makes it a little harder for them to find you. Nobody needs to know your real name, and if you must share that information make sure Jed is present. He lives in Belle, Abby, he knows everything. I’ve asked him to look after you. You can trust him.
I love you,
Grams
Ember’s Burn
Steel Demons MC Book 2
By
Annelise Reynolds
Prologue
Ember
I tried to scream, but couldn’t. “Not again, please not again!” My mind screamed the words my voice couldn’t over and over again.
My breathing was erratic and shallow. I couldn’t quite catch my breath as I relived the hell of my past. I felt his hands all over me, again; grabbing me too tight, pinching my flesh and leaving his marks behind.
His rage was unleashed as he pounded my unyielding, weaker body. I tried to move, tried to fight with everything I had, but it wasn’t enough. My arms and legs were useless to me. When I tried to scream out, no sound was heard. I couldn’t speak around the rag he had gagging me. I fought him. Always fighting him. He loved to hear me scream, but this time for some reason, I couldn’t. “Please, please,” I silently begged and pleaded with God, hoping he was there and would pull me out of this hell. “Please, just let me die!” I felt the tears flowing from my eyes, and then I felt the hand holding mine, rubbing tenderly across the back of my knuckles. The action didn’t match the torturous hell I was reliving.
I tried to look around, but like the rest of my body refused to cooperate, so did my eyes. I felt myself waking up little by little becoming more and more aware of my surroundings. There was an annoying sound that was beeping loud and fast, too fast. The more I focused on it, it began to slow down and even out. I heard and became aware that someone was speaking to me softly. It was a man’s voice, and didn’t belong to the hell I was trapped in. The voice was one I’d heard a lot over the last eight months since my arrival in Belle. He was whispering words of assurance and comfort. ‘Shhh. You’re safe, honey. I’ve got you. Nobody’s going to hurt you again.’ The words so simple, yet, so soothing and reassuring.
“It’s not right”, my thoughts screamed at me. “Men aren’t to be trusted”, but for some reason, I wanted to trust this man and the words of comfort he was offering me. I held onto his voice as the darkness took over again. When it pulled me under, I saw him. The owner of that low voice that lulled me back into a calm unconscious sleep. I was no longer in hell but still in the presence of a Demon.
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