“I was older and they were wrong. I was ready.”
“I’m ready, too.”
She looked at Trevor, who’d been quiet. “And what do you have to say about all of this?”
“I’m willing to wait until she’s ready. It’s totally up to her. I just want her in my life and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy.”
“Even marriage?” asked Vanda.
“Especially marriage.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled. “I see. Well, you’re both adults and I know you’re going to do what you want.”
“We’d like your blessing, though,” said Trevor.
She nodded slowly. “If you promise to honor, love, and protect my daughter, I will give that to you.”
“Really?” I squealed, shocked that she’d relented so easily.
“I promise, Vanda. I will. Thank you,” he replied, just as surprised as me.
“I want you to know, though,” she said, her eyes narrow, “if you hurt her or she gets involved in something illegal, because of your gang or lifestyle, I will hunt you down and shoot you myself.”
“I understand,” he said, smiling. “And I take your threat very seriously. She’s safe with me.”
“She’d better be,” said Vanda, her shoulders relaxing. She smiled. “Now, do you like that ring? I know the owner of this joint and I think if we play our cards right, we can talk her down in price.”
Trevor and I both laughed.
Chapter Forty-two
Although my mother took the news of us getting married surprisingly well, we didn’t tell her about the pregnancy. I didn’t want her to think that we were getting married just because I was pregnant, especially after the talk we had with her in the shop.
“We forgot to tell her that you were moving in with me, too,” he said afterward, when we were getting into our vehicles.
“About that,” I said. “I think we should wait a few weeks.”
“Why?”
I told him how she’d fainted in the shop. “She said she’d seen a doctor, too, about her headaches.”
“What did the doctor say?”
“I’m not sure. She brushed it off.”
He sighed. “You’re going to stay the night though, right?”
“Of course,” I said. “We’ll break the news of us moving in together on Christmas Eve. She’s making dinner. You’re invited, by the way. Unless, you have other plans?”
“This year, my plans are with you,” he said, pulling me into his arms.
“What about your grandmother?” I still hadn’t met her yet. All I knew was that she lived in Florida with her “Old Man” and that they traveled a lot on their bikes.
“She’s on a cruise right now,” he said. “But, I spoke to her about two weeks ago and told her about you. She wants us to visit her soon. Maybe after the holidays?”
“Sure. I’d love to meet her. That’s your mom’s mother, right?”
“Yeah.” He told me about his mother showing up at his doorstep, earlier in the day.
“What did she want?”
He went over their conversation. When he got to the part about the Devil’s Rangers, I gasped in horror. “There’s a ‘hit’ on you?”
“From what I hear, it’s been canceled,” he said, smirking.
“Canceled?”
He told me about Bastard and April.
“Do you think she sought him out on purpose?” I asked, surprised.
“Oh yeah,” he replied, smiling. “But, he knows and doesn’t seem to care.”
“I guess that worked out in everyone’s favor then,” I replied, relieved that the Mother Chapter was finally stepping in. “Does that mean we don’t have to worry about the Devil’s Rangers anymore?”
“For the time being. At least that Chapter.”
“They have a Mother Chapter, too, don’t they?” I replied.
“Yes.”
“What will they do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Could they retaliate?”
“Probably.”
“This is nuts,” I said, frustrated. “I feel like there is always going to be some kind of threat for us.”
“Don’t think that way. It’s not going to be like that. We’re going to get married, have this baby, and live to see our grandkids do the same thing. Hell, I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth. The Devil’s Rangers aren’t worth stressing over.”
I knew that he was saying it so I wouldn’t worry, but I wasn’t naïve. Our lives were still in danger and it would always be the case, as long as long as there were Devil’s Rangers.
“I promised your mother that I’d protect you, and I will,” he said, pulling me back into his arms. “Just don’t ever shut me out, Kitten.”
“I won’t, Trevor.” I closed my eyes and let him hold me. As worried as I was, I loved him and would never walk away. This was now my life and there really was no turning back.
Chapter Forty - three
Trevor showed up on Christmas Eve with a bottle of champagne, a shopping bag filled with presents, and a pecan pie.
“You look beautiful,” he said, as I took the pie from him.
“Thank you.”
I had on a lacy red blouse with a camisole, and a short, black skirt. I’d also curled my hair, spent extra time on my makeup, and had splurged on a manicure.
“I’m kidnapping you later,” he murmured, kissing me on the lips. “I need to see what’s hiding under that sexy little skirt of yours.”
“It’s a surprise,” I teased. I’d purchased a new red thong, along with a matching pushup bra at the mall, knowing he’d approve.
“Mm… I think I’m going to skip the pie and take you home early for a bite of yours,” he said, sliding his free hand under my skirt.
“Stop,” I giggled, pulling away.
He laughed.
“This looks really good. Did you make it?” I asked, looking down at it.
“Of course. I hope Vanda likes it,” said Trevor as he followed me toward the kitchen. “You said it was her favorite.”
“Oh, yeah. She goes absolutely crazy for pecan pie. You’re going to win a lot of extra brownie points with this.”
“I hope so. We’re still telling her tonight, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” I said, my stomach twisting in knots at the thought of how she was going to react.
“Merry Christmas, Trevor,” said Vanda, when we walked into the kitchen. She was standing at the counter with Jim, drinking a glass of red wine.
“Merry Christmas,” he replied. “You too, Jim.”
“Thanks. Same to you,” replied Jim, smiling.
“What do we have here?” asked Vanda, noticing the pie.
“Your favorite, Mom. Trevor made it.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Pecan pie? You bake? Impressive.”
He shrugged. “I bake a little.”
“It looks wonderful,” she said. “Thanks for bringing it. It looks wonderful.”
“No problem.”
“Can I take your jacket?” I asked, proud of his cooking abilities.
“Sure.” Trevor took off his leather jacket and handed it to me. Underneath he wore a white knit sweater and a thick gold necklace that I didn’t recognize.
“Where did you get the necklace?” I asked, staring at his neck.
He touched it. “My grandmother sent it. It’s my Christmas gift.”
“Oh, it’s gorgeous,” I replied. “She has good taste, too.”
“I know. She’s an amazing woman. Oh, by the way – what should I do with these?” he asked, nodding toward the paper bag. “I brought a couple of things.”
I smiled. “I see that. I’ll put them under our tree.”
Vanda started asking him about his grandmother as I left the kitchen. After I returned, I noticed that she’d given him a beer and they were discussing food again. I could tell my mother was thrilled that he enjoyed cooking.
“I hope you like prim
e rib,” she said, taking another drink of her wine.
“I love it,” he replied.
“Good. I always make it on Christmas Eve. It’s a holiday tradition, so you’d better get used to it.”
“It smells great,” he replied.
“Thank you. I used my mother’s recipe, for the seasoning. She was an amazing cook.”
“So are you,” said Jim. “I think I’ve gained ten pounds since we started seeing each other.”
“How long have you two been dating?” asked Trevor as he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in tightly.
“We started dating around the time that you did,” said Vanda.
“Although… I’d been wanting to ask her out longer than that,” added Jim, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.
“I don’t blame you. In fact, I can see where Adriana gets her looks,” said Trevor.
My mother blushed. “Nobody is as beautiful as my Adriana,” she said.
“Thanks, Mom,” I replied. “But, you’re biased, obviously.”
“You are beautiful,” agreed Trevor, looking at me. “But, she definitely has your genes, Vanda. I only hope that our children take after your side of the family.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. “You’re not so bad on the eyes.”
He grinned. “It depends on the angle.”
I laughed. “I’ve seen you from all angles and there is nothing ugly about you.”
Vanda shook her head. “You two. With all of your good looks, I just hope you don’t have girls. You’ll need to guard them with your lives.”
Trevor and I looked at each other. I nodded. Now was as good of time as any.
He stood up straighter. “It’s funny that you should bring that up, because –”
“I’m having a baby,” I blurted out.
My mother dropped her wine glass.
Chapter Forty-four
“Fuck, I thought she was going to have a stroke when we told her about the baby,” I said to Adriana as we drove to my house after dinner.
“She actually took it better than I thought she would.”
“At least she let me stay,” I joked. “It must have been the pie that saved me. Glad I made that.”
“She loved the pie.”
“I saw that. She’s eating better now, isn’t she?”
Adriana nodded.
“Did she ever talk to you about her headaches or what the doctor said about them?”
“We’ve both been so busy, with working and shopping, that I forgot to bring it up again. She seems like she’s doing better, though.”
“It if was important, I’m sure she’d tell you.”
“I hope so. I’m definitely asking her about it when I get home.”
“Who said I’m letting you go home?” I said and then gave a menacing laugh.
Adriana laughed. “You’ll get sick of me in a couple of days.”
“I would never get sick of you. Unless you try cooking for me again. I might have to kick you out, just so I can keep my house from burning to the ground.”
The other day, Adriana had tried making breakfast and she’d started a towel on fire. I still wasn’t sure how she’d managed to do it, but we’d decided that cooking wasn’t her forte.
“Sorry about that,” she said, smiling sheepishly. “I told you, I’m not good with that kind of stuff.”
“It’s okay. Your skills are in the bedroom. I’m more than happy to use mine in the kitchen.”
“Your skills are in both rooms.”
I grabbed her hand, the one with the engagement ring, and kissed it. “Glad you think so.”
She spread her legs and moved my hand under her skirt. My cock sprang to attention as my fingers touched her panties.
“I bought a new thong,” she said, sucking in her breath as I slid my finger under the silk.
“I hope you didn’t pay too much because I’m about ready to rip it off of you, Kitten,” I said, fingering her.
“Oh, my God,” she moaned, opening her legs wider.
We were still miles from my house and I couldn’t wait until then before I had her. Fortunately, we were near Horse’s Auto Body shop and I had a spare key. I also knew his alarm code.
“Where are we going?” she asked as we took a detour.
“Somewhere close. Show me your pussy,” I said.
She pulled the front of her panties to the side, showing me her sexy little landing strip.
“Touch yourself,” I said, keeping one eye on the road and the other on her sex.
Adriana began rubbing her clit and I had to unbutton my jeans, I was so hard.
“Are we almost there?” she asked, reaching over to touch my cock.
“I think you are,” I joked and then gasped as she squeezed the head of my penis. “Fuck, you’d better not do that or I’m going to crash the truck.”
She removed her hand and went back to playing with herself, which didn’t make things any easier for me. Fortunately, we made it to Horse’s shop without dying.
“Why are we here?” she asked, looking out the window.
“Because I thought it would nice if I fucked you,” I said, turning off the engine, “in a place that you’ve never been fucked before.”
She giggled. “I think you’ve already hit every hole.”
Smiling, I buttoned my jeans back up and we got out of the truck.
“Are you sure we won’t get in any trouble?” she whispered, looking up at me as we walked toward the building.
“You’re already in trouble,” I said, putting my arm around her. “You feel me?”
She smiled wickedly and touched my zipper. “Oh, yeah… I feel you.”
Grateful that Horse’s shop was in a secluded area, I grabbed her by the elbow and guided her to the back door of the shop. I then opened the door and quickly turned off the alarm.
“This doesn’t look like the best place for sex,” said Adriana, not looking too sure.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” I said, leading her through the garage, to Horse’s office. He’d been boasting about a new leather sofa sleeper he’d had delivered to his office before the trip to Maui. A Christmas present to himself; one he hadn’t properly broken in. I didn’t think he’d be thrilled to learn that I was about to do the honors, but I was too horny to care at the moment.
“Whose office is this?”
“Horse’s,” I said, removing the sofa cushions. I pulled out the mattress and turned to her. “Ever do it on a sofa sleeper?”
“No.”
“That’s probably a good thing, but right now, it’s all we have. Let’s keep this to ourselves,” I said, crawling onto the mattress. I turned around and grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her closer. “So, Horse doesn’t find out and kill me.”
Adriana giggled.
Chapter Forty-five
Trevor pushed the jacket off of my shoulders and then unbuttoned my red blouse. He pulled it off and then removed my camisole.
“New bra, too?” he asked in a husky voice. He was at eye level with my breasts and I could tell that he definitely approved.
I nodded.
He squeezed my breasts and then buried his face between them. Sighing in pleasure, I slid my hands behind his head as he rubbed his cheeks against my skin and then dragged his tongue into the valley between.
“You smell so good,” he whispered.
“Thanks,” I whispered back, running my fingers through his long hair.
Reaching around, he unclasped the back of my bra and pulled the cups away from my chest. Squeezing my breasts again, he bent his mouth over my nipple, circled it with his tongue, and then sucked the hard nub, making me moan in pleasure. He repeated it on the other breast, this time pulling my skirt up, too. Rolling my nipple between his teeth and tongue, he slid his hands over my ass and squeezed both cheeks, massaging them. As I moaned in approval, he slid one of his hands to my mound and pushed the front of my panty to the side. Touching my
slicken labia, he groaned and slid one of his fingers into my hole.
“That feel good?” he whispered, adding a second finger.
“Yes,” I said as he began fucking me with them. Moaning in pleasure, I grabbed his cock, which was at full mass and began stroking it, matching his movements. He sucked in his breath and allowed me to do it, but only briefly.
“You’re no fun,” I teased, when he made me stop.
“I’ll show you fun.”
Trevor pulled me with him onto the mattress and then turned over so that I was on my back. Placing my knees over his shoulders, he lowered his mouth to my clit and began to lick.
Gasping, I grabbed the top of his hair and whimpered in delight as his finger returned to my hole.
“Are we having fun now?”
“Yes,” I gasped, as he added another finger.
His mouth returned to my clit and it was only a matter of time before I stiffened up, pulled his hair, and screamed out an orgasm.
Satisfied, Trevor got back onto his knees, wrapped my legs around his waist, and began fucking me, slowly.
“Faster,” I demanded. Ever since he’d found out that I was pregnant, he’d been treating me like I was some kind of China doll and it was frustrating.
“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me. Now, fuck me like you mean it or turn over so that I can take charge.”
Before I knew what was happening, he flipped us over and I was sitting on top of him.
“So, you do want me to take charge?”
“Hell, yeah,” he said, staring up at me. “Ride me, Kitten.”
I began moving my hips, enjoying the way his face twisted with desire. He slid his hands up to my breasts and stared up at me.
“I love you so fucking much, Adriana.”
“I love you, too,” I replied, squeezing him with my pelvic muscles.
Sucking in his breath, he grabbed my waist and began thrusting himself, deeper and faster into me. Up and down I rode his cock, his face turning a deeper shade of red with each movement. After a few more thrusts, he rolled me off of him and got behind me.
“Yes,” I moaned as he started fucking me, this time hitting my G-spot.
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