CAOS MC: The Series

by KB Winters

  “So you walked away before I could?” He nodded, pressing his forehead against mine, his beard scratching my cheek. I couldn’t resist running my fingers through it, loving the way it felt in my hand.

  “I’m so goddamn sorry I made you feel that you weren’t worthy, Kyla, because you are. I’m so fucking in love with you that I wanted you to have the life you want. The life you deserve even if it wasn’t with me.” His lips brushed mine, gentle at first and then more insistent like he could pour every ounce of love he felt into that kiss.

  I pulled back with a gasp. “Say it again.”

  “I love you, Kyla.” He smacked another kiss against my mouth. “I love the hell out of you. So fucking much.”

  “It’s about damn time, because I love you too. I love how you’re so tough but so gentle with me. I love that you put up with your father’s controlling ways to make sure your siblings got what they deserved. Hell, I just love you, Torch.”

  “Well now, sweetheart, that’s the best damn news I’ve heard in a week.” Torch gathered me in his arms where I felt safe. Loved. Desired. Hands roamed down my back, squeezing my ass and pressing me against the other part of him my body missed dearly. “Now that we’re all in love and shit, how about some makeup sex?”

  I could only laugh as I held his face in my hands and kissed him long and hard, so hungry for more of him I ravished his mouth until we found ourselves naked in the master bedroom, making mad passionate love.

  It was the perfect way to start our twisted happily ever after.

  And I fucking loved it.

  Epilogue

  Torch 7 months later

  Life was good. I couldn’t remember the last time I could say that about my life and it have any truth. I had the woman I love by my side, my club and my brothers were safe, and I had a baby on the way.

  That baby was the reason I stood in front of the stove making breakfast for my fiancée to be. On the menu this morning, waffles, bacon, and eggs with lots of syrup. By request because my woman was hungry. For life. For food, and for her man. I loved her zest for life, her hunger for me. And more than anything I couldn’t wait to make her my wife. Which I planned to do this morning over breakfast. I’d recruited Talon to help me pick out the perfect ring for a classy chick like Kyla but also for a biker’s wife because she swore she’d gut me if I ever called her my ol’ lady.

  I heard her footsteps on the stairs before she appeared in the kitchen, a crazed look on her face and gorgeous red hair sticking up in all directions. “Torch!”

  She looked so damn adorable I just wanted to kiss her, but the tiny hairs on my body all stood on end. “What’s up, Ky?”

  Hands gliding over her belly, she inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. “My water broke.”

  “What? No! You sure?” We still had a couple more weeks before the babies were due. Yeah, we found out at five months that we were having twins. One was a girl but the other kid took after me, hiding from the camera so we could never get a good look at him. Or her.

  She glared at me, still breathing slowly and deeply. “Pretty fucking sure, Torch.”

  Her tone kicked my ass into gear more than anything else could have. “Sit and eat. I’ll bring everything to you,” I told her as I guided her to the table and then ran upstairs to grab clothes for her to wear plus the go bag I packed about five months ago. I jumped into a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt because I didn’t want any fucking hassle at the hospital today. I shoved the ring into my pocket because I didn’t want to give up on my proposal, especially now that our babies were on the way.

  “Torch, if you don’t hurry up I’m going to have these babies between eggs and OJ!”

  I laughed and made my way back to her, dressing her while she continued to eat and breathe deeply. “You’re still the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I told her, taking in the flushed pink of her skin and the soft sheen of sweat covering her face.

  “I love you, Torch, but if you don’t get me to the hospital and get these giant fucking babies out of me, we’re gonna have a big problem.”

  I probably shouldn’t have laughed as I carried her to the car, but dammit she was so fucking cute when she got angry. Which had been a lot during this pregnancy, though never for long. “Baby, my big problem is how you got this way.” She said nothing for a long time and then erupted in a fit of laughter so violent I was worried she’d push the babies out right there in the passenger seat.

  “You are completely ridiculous, but I love you anyway.”

  Damn right she did. “Good because I love you too. Now focus on your breathing,” I told her, guiding her through the exercises we learned in birthing class. That had been a trip, my big ass on the floor with a bunch of soccer dads, deep breathing and molesting Kyla’s belly in rehearsal for this moment. “In two, three, four. Out two, three, four.”

  We pulled up to the hospital, and I grabbed her bag and then Kyla before rushing inside. “Sir, you can’t park here!”

  I looked over my shoulder at the security guard frowning at me. “Come here.” He approached slowly, testing my fucking patience as Kyla panted and groaned through her contractions in my ear. “Take these and park it wherever. We’ll be in maternity.” I moved toward the front desk without waiting for an answer. In no time at all we were in a room inside the maternity ward with Kyla breathing slowly and me pacing the room.

  “Torch, you are driving me crazy. Sit down!”

  Shit. The last thing I wanted to do was freak her out more since she was pushing two babies out today so I sat. “Sorry. How you doing?”

  “Fine,” she panted. “These children of yours are stubborn as hell!”

  I laughed and grabbed one of her hands. There would never be a perfect time so I figured this might be it. “You know I had a plan this morning before my stubborn babies interrupted us.” I pulled out the ring box and held it in the palm of my hand. “I wanted to ask you while you were full of sugar and bacon, but this seems right with our babies on the way and you screaming my name.” I winked, and she laughed. “So sweetheart, will you spend the next eighty years loving and laughing with me?”

  “Are you crazy? There is no way in hell that my proposal story starts with me sweaty, gross, and panting like a goddamn St. Bernard! When your giant babies are out of me, ask again!” Then she screamed so long and loud I thought maybe an Aliens type deal was happening.

  I rolled my eyes at her. “Maybe you should ask me next time,” I told her as two nurses finally entered the fucking room.

  “After pushing giant infants out of my lady parts, you want me to be the one to propose?”

  I ignored the snickering nurses, checking vitals and between her legs. “Well, I did just ask you so…”

  She screamed again and one of the nurses shouted for someone to get the doctor to our room ASAP.

  “Don’t think you can use contractions to get out of this,” I told her, feeling a huge sense of satisfaction when her glare was cut off by another contraction. Soon they came closer and closer together, and finally the doctor entered with a breezy smile that made me want to shake the hell out of her, and three hours later our twins arrived. “They’re beautiful sweetheart.”

  She smiled, looking so fucking beautiful with red tendrils stuck to her face and neck, a rosy glow on her cheeks. “Where are they?”

  “The nurses took them to be cleaned and weighed. They’ll be back soon. You did great, baby,” I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

  “Oh, Torch, I love you too. Our babies are here!” She smiled so big and bright, looking so happy I knew Mick had been right all those months ago.

  “I’m the luckiest bastard alive that such a beautiful, smart, amazing woman like you loves me.”

  She blinked and I knew tears were coming, so I held her and kissed her until she needed to catch a breath. “You really are the sweetest, sexiest man alive.”

  “Here we are, Mom and Dad.” One of the nurses wheeled our litt
le bundles in, and I took a deep breath knowing the moment had arrived. “Good luck,” she whispered and quietly left us alone.

  “I’m guessing you want to hold them both?” Of course she did.

  “Of course I do!” She held her hands out in a gimme motion and I picked up our twins, a boy and a girl, swaddled in blankets made by Minx. I double checked to make sure they were perfect, lifted them and turned to face her.

  “Mama, meet our son and daughter.” We hadn’t figured out names since we only knew the sex of one of the babies, so we had to figure it out. Eventually.

  She looked at me then down at the blankets, gasped, and then smiled. “I thought you were gonna ask me again?”

  I shrugged. “Don’t blame me. The children want their parents married. Do it for the children.”

  With a laugh, she leaned back in bed and crossed her arms. “Now this right here is one hell of a proposal story. Marry me blankets are too cute for words.”

  “Answer my proposal, woman!”

  She laughed again, swiping tears from her eyes and nodded. The woman fucking nodded!

  “Kyla. Say the words.”

  “Yes, Torch, I’d love to marry you. I can’t wait to be your wife, now come give me a kiss.”

  I gave her one hell of a kiss with our gorgeous dark-haired babies between us. Only time would tell if they were gingers or dark-haired kids, but I didn’t give a damn as long as they were healthy.

  “Now gimme my babies!”

  I handed her the girl so I could free my hand to put the ring on her finger. “Now it’s official. You’re mine forever, Kyla.”

  “And ever,” she whispered on a shaky breath, kissing the top of our daughter’s head.

  “Damn straight, darlin’.”

  * * * *

  ~ T H E E N D ~

  Wow! I hope you loved this story as much as I loved writing it! Have you read all the CAOS books?

  And don’t forget to turn the page for more yummy goodness from KB!

  Baz

  CAOS MC

  By KB Winters

  Copyright © 2017 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

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  Prologue

  Trina ~ 11 years ago

  “Shit yeah, baby, right there. Just like that.” Damn this dream felt so real I was pretty sure I was gonna come in my sleep and I knew it was a dream because I didn’t talk dirty this easily. I mean, hell, I loved sex, loved fucking, as much as any girl. And when it came to getting naked with my boyfriend Baz, my body couldn’t seem to get enough. The feel of his tongue, wet and hot, against my pussy had me trembling. My pussy flooded, clenched as it swelled under his movements. His hair tangled between my fingers, soft and long. “Suck my clit,” I ordered, screaming in pleasure when dream Baz obeyed. That’s how I knew it was a dream. Baz, in real life, was a big fucking alpha dog. He gave me what I wanted, but never when I wanted it. His goal in the bedroom? Make me lose my fucking mind over and over again before I could even get a taste of his cock.

  “Play with your tits,” a deep gravelly voice commanded, instantly turning them into hard peaks, growing harder as I tugged.

  “Fuck, babe. You’re so good.”

  “Look at me Trina.”

  My eyes opened at the command which was a little disorienting since I’d been seeing it all so clearly. And, yep, there were those smoldering green eyes that had pulled me in when we met at a bar almost two years ago. His shaggy blonde hair in a disheveled state thanks to my greedy fingers. He smiled, my juices making his mouth and chin shiny. “Fuck. You’re real.”

  “Damn straight, babe. I thought you were gonna wait up for me.”

  I smiled and rolled my hips, groaning when his lips brushed against mine. “I thought you would come home earlier.” We’d started living together just six months into our relationship and I didn’t keep tabs on him so when he hadn’t made it home by eleven, I went to bed because I had the early morning staff meeting at a diner in town, Black Betty. We had a new owner and he wanted to meet everybody. “But this is a nice way to wake up.”

  “How about this,” he asked and flattened his tongue, licking me from my opening to my clit before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard, just how I liked it.

  “Fuck yeah babe, just like that. Suck it,” I said as I ground against his face, adding more pressure to my clit. Then he shoved a finger deep inside me and I felt my pussy convulse around him, squeezing him tight.

  “Come for me Trina. All over me.” He licked and sucked my clit, a delicious torture that started my orgasm at my toes, working its way up as his fingers speared me, hard and fast. His growl vibrated my whole body and my orgasm came.

  Suddenly and with earth shattering brilliance I fell apart, my body convulsing violently while his mouth and hands slowed but didn’t stop until I was safely on solid ground. And just as soon as it ended I needed more. “I want your cock Baz. Now.”

  “All you had to do was ask. I’m so fucking hard baby, I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy into next week.”

  “Promises, promises,” I teased, knowing Baz loving nothing more than a challenge. Propped up on my elbows so I could watch him undress, revealing a wide, muscular body covered in tattoos. His body was a masterpiece and right now, the heated look in his eyes and the way he tugged his long hard cock, made me want to explore it with my tongue. I reached for him and he stepped back, smiling at my whimper.

  “You can taste my cock later, right now all I want is to bury myself deep inside you and make you scream my name. Got it?”

  Hell yeah, I got it. With a nod I summoned him forward, my eyes glued to his cock until it sank inside me, filling me up until I didn’t know where he began and I ended. I loved this man and I loved the way he couldn’t seem to get enough of me. He was bigger than I’d ever had, all the way around, and the things he did to my body should be illegal.

  Soon he had me moaning nothing but incoherent noises because my brain had only one mission, send pleasure signals to my body. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t form words as he pounded into me, at first long slow strokes that teased. Then faster strokes that lit my whole fucking body on fire. “Baz,” I moaned.

  He smiled and gripped me behind my knee, pushing me wide open and sliding deeper, hitting that spot that meant I would be changing the sheets before we fell asleep. “Touch your clit,” he commanded, eyes following my hand down between my breasts, down my belly to circle the swollen nub.

  “Shit, Baz I’m gonna come.”

  “Yeah you are, all over my cock. Let go Trina,” he pulled all the way out and thrust deep. Hard. “Now.”

  I flew apart, a million pieces of my heart, my body and my soul scattered around the room. Centuries from now they would find pieces of me mixed in with the cheap paint job. “Fuck. Shit.”

  Baz found his own release, growling my name as I milked him, still squeezing around him as his come filled me up. “Yeah I know. Love you too, babe.”

  He kissed me for a long time, slow sensual strokes as the mess built between us. Switching our positions so I was on to
p, he gripped my ass while we made out like teenagers until he slipped out of my body and we both drifted off to sleep, bodies still intertwined.

  ***

  I slept like the dead, at least most of the night minus another round, quick, hard and intense. It felt good and when I woke up the next morning I felt good. Satisfied and relaxed. Baz still slept deeply so I grabbed a quick shower, threw on my robe and went to make breakfast. After all the calories we burned through last night, I figured we both needed to refuel and that meant chicken sausage links, French toast, eggs and fruit.

  Baz was a big man with a big appetite and nothing got him hotter than his woman feeding him. I had my own selfish reasons for this big meal but I didn’t have confirmation yet so I wanted to get a feel for the future of…well, us. He’d never said anything about marriage though I knew he loved me. But if this was more than simply stress, I needed to know where we stood.

  “Damn, it smells good in here.” His loud voice filled the quiet kitchen and I turned with a smile.

  “Thanks. There’s breakfast too.”

  “It all smells good,” he said, burying his face in my long strawberry blonde hair before kissing my neck. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning Baz. Sleep well?”

  “Would’ve been better if you’d been in my arms when I woke up.”

  Damn I couldn’t resist when my big bad man got all soft and sweet. “Let’s eat.” We sat down and dug in while I worked up the courage to say what I needed to say. “What’s next for us Baz?”

  He frowned and chewed his eggs. “What do you mean next?”

  “Me and you. Are we going to date indefinitely or do you want to get married someday, maybe have some kids?” Shit this was clumsy and I felt like I was pressuring him when I didn’t mean to.

  “Eventually I want to get married and have a few ankle biters. But not today.”

  Okay so that wasn’t a no. But I knew eventually could mean in fifteen years which meant it wouldn’t likely be with me.