“Hey, what is it?” I pull her chin up, forcing her to look at me.
“It’s just… are you sure I’m pregnant? I mean, I don’t feel different. Shouldn’t I feel different? When Jazz was pregnant she was always sick, and I feel normal. I mean, aside from my body feeling sore from the bullet… but I just don’t feel pregnant.” Her hand travels to her stomach, and she looks down at it.
“Lu, it’s early days yet. The doctor said that once you’re better, you can get an ultrasound done. They’ll be able to tell from that how far along you are.”
She suddenly widens her eyes. “We’re having a baby? Hawke, we’re having a baby! Oh my God, am I ready to be a mom? I mean, I have a small apartment, and my job. Oh… my job. I love working at Je t’aime, I don’t want to stop. Oh God, money, doesn’t it cost a lot of money to have a baby?”
I begin to laugh. Luisa’s face shoots up to mine, and she scowls at me. “What’s so funny?”
“You, babe,” I say, continuing to laugh. “You need to calm down. I’ll look after you and the baby, you don’t need to worry about anything. I got you.”
“You got me? What does that mean?”
“It means what it means. I‘ll make sure you and the baby have whatever you need. You want a house? We’ll get a house. You want to work? Then work. You want a new car, I’ll get you a new car. You need cash, you’ll get it. I’ve got you.”
“We’ll get a house?” she repeats, her voice pitching on the first word.
I smirk, and lean in and kiss her briefly, not trusting myself. I tap my finger on her nose. “It’s all taken care of.”
Just as she’s about to question my words, someone walks in with her breakfast. Her eyes light up when she sees the food, and I hear her stomach rumble. “Hungry, baby?”
“Famished.”
Luisa
“Hawke, where are we?”
“It’s a surprise,” he says, for the fifth time since we left the hospital. It’s been two weeks since I woke up from my coma. Hawke organised to pick me up first thing this morning, and when we got out to the MC’s truck, he blindfolded me before gently helping me get settled. When I asked him what it was all about, he said it was a surprise, I was going to have to be patient. Then I heard him run around to his side of the truck, and the engine started up.
As we made our way onto the road, I tried to picture where we were going, but I was totally lost. I asked him several times to tell me where he was taking me, but he refused. When the truck finally stopped, he hopped out, and soon my door was opened for me.
Helping me out of the car, I smell the freshness of grass and trees, and crunching sounds on the ground beneath our feet as he leads me forward. Grabbing my waist and keeping me to his side, he checks to make sure the blindfold is on snugly. “You sure you can’t see?”
“I’m sure, Hawke. Geez, what the hell is going on?”
“Watch your step, baby, there’s two coming up. One, two,” he counts, and I follow his lead, lifting my leg and feeling for them. Then I hear a key opening something. There’s a creak which I’m assuming is a door, and I’m shuffled inside… something. The smell of fresh paint and wood hits my senses, and I feel a little nauseous. So much for not having any morning sickness. I had an ultrasound yesterday, and the scan showed that I was indeed pregnant, six weeks along. I still can’t believe I’m having a baby. I have polycystic ovary syndrome, and I was told from a young age that having children would be a little complicated, so I was put on only a low dose of the pill. Looks like that small chance of getting pregnant was the chance I needed. Hawke thinks it’s because he has super sperm. He’s such a male.
“Where are we, Hawke?”
I can hear giggles and whispers, then suddenly my blindfold is ripped off. “Surprise!”
Cheers break out around the room. I adjust my eyes to the light, and laugh tearfully when I see everyone gathered in front of me. A huge sign hangs in the background saying Welcome Home, and Jasmine is the first to come rushing forward, baby Jack in her arms. Jack only came home yesterday from the hospital. The doctors said he’s a little fighter to have come through so smoothly with no complications. Quill thinks it’s because he’s strong like his old man. I’m so happy that he’s okay. I give her a hug as much as I can, but I only have eyes for baby Jack. “He’s adorable,” I say as a tear falls from my eye. And so very tiny and perfect.
“Here, hold him.” I smile and happily take Jack out of her hands. I bring him up to me for a gentle kiss, loving the baby smell he has. “I can’t believe he’s here, Jazz,” I say, watching as Quill appears beside her and kisses her head.
He then leans in and kisses me on my cheek, saying, “Glad you’re home.”
There’s that word again. Home. I’m glad to be home, but where am I? I’ve seen the word on a banner, and now Quill is welcoming me home.
“He’s got green eyes, just like his mommy,” I say. But then I’m distracted when Hawke takes Jack off me, gives him a kiss, then hands him back to Jasmine, who has a cheeky smile on her face.
“Hi, honey.”
“Mom, I’m so glad you’re here,” I say hugging her close to me.
I look up and see my dad standing beside her, and he winks at me before he moves my mom aside so he can take over hugging me. “Hey, baby girl, I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Home?” I ask, tilting my head back to look up at him. “I’m not home, where am I?” I’m confused as hell. I turn toward Hawke, and all the club members standing around and smiling at us. “What’s going on, Hawke?” I take another glimpse at the beautiful home we’re standing in. Dark wooden floorboards are under our feet, a large staircase leading to an upstairs area nearby. To the right is a kitchen, decked out with all the latest stainless-steel appliances. It’s cozy, but at the same time has an open feel to it. A sliding door leads out to an open field, and there’s an outdoor setting under a patio.
My parents, Jasmine, and Quill step aside, and I see Tess, Blaze, and Hailey standing there. “What’s going on?” I ask again looking up at Hawke. He nods his head forward, and the guests move aside, making a path leading to… oh my God! A priest?
The song “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri begins to play softly from somewhere in the room, and Hawke falls down on one knee, taking my right hand in his. He’s clean-shaven, his recently washed hair tied back, and his blue eyes are shiny with unshed tears. He clears his throat, and says, “I love you, Luisa.”
My heart drops when I realize what he’s doing. “Hawke, wait, you don’t have to do this.”
He shakes his head. “Baby, I should have done this sooner.” My heart fills with so much love, I can’t help but let the tears fall.
“Luisa, you have given me hope again, made me want a future as well. A future with you and our baby.” I bite on my bottom lip, trying to stop the emotions that are threatening to burst through.
“It has always been you, Lu, from the first day I met you. Your smile, your laugh, and your passion for life had me craving you, needing to be next to you. You were my future, my path to happiness again, something I thought never existed. But you proved me wrong, showed me how to love and trust again, made me want more. And I do want more, Lu. I want you, in my future, and in my forever. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
I look down at the man I love, who has given me the life inside of me. The man who has also shown me that it’s possible to trust again, and dream of having a future with someone. And now he’s giving me that, asking me to be his forever, something I’ve wanted with only him. I bring my hands to my face, crying into them. I’m so emotional and can’t control the shaky feeling I have. I’m in shock.
“But there’s just one condition,” Hawke states, his eyes creasing with pure happiness.
I pull my hands away and wipe at my tears. “What’s that?” I reply sniffling.
“That we get married right now, here in front of our family and friends, and in our home.”
My eyes widen. �
�Now? In our home?” I look around again and see the banner, and with Quill saying he’s happy I’m home, it all begins to make sense. “You mean, you bought this house?” Yes, definitely in shock. My parents stand to the side of us, my father holding my mother close to him as she cries. Jasmine and Quill stand side by side, Quill’s arm around Jasmine’s waist as she holds onto Jack. And then I search the room for the members of the club, who have welcomed me in with open arms from day one, and that I trust with my life. Then I look back at my man. Hawke. The blond-haired blue-eyed man with sun-kissed skin, who makes me lose my breath just from looking at him. I would be crazy not to marry him. “Y-you bought this house?” I stutter out.
Hawke smiles up at me. “I did. I bought it for us, for our future, and our baby. It’s yours, Lu, and I am too, if you’ll have me.” His eyes lock on to me, I feel like his soul is connected to mine. This is Hawke, on his knee, asking me to be his wife and future.
I smile widely. “Yes, Hawke,” I say, giggling and crying at the same time. “I’ll marry you.”
Cheers surround the room, and suddenly my feet leave the floor as I’m twirled around in the air. I look down at Hawke, laughing, feeling the happiest I’ve ever been.
He stops spinning us, but keeps me in his arms. “So does that mean you’ll marry me now? I don’t want to wait any longer, don’t want to waste another minute. I want you to be my wife, today.”
Giggling, I lean in and kiss him softly, then look up into his eyes. “Yes, Hawke, I’ll marry you now.”
One year later
“Baby, please, will you just let your folks babysit for the weekend? The twins will be fine.”
I huff. “I can’t let them go. I’ve never been without the girls, Hawke.”
Hawke is standing at the front door, Lila and Sienna’s diaper bags on his shoulders. The picture of the badass biker, ripped jeans and leather cut over his naked chest, holding diaper bags, and the babies in their capsules in each hand, has me smiling. He’s got them ready so he can drive them to my parents, who have been pestering me to let them babysit. Since I had the twins, they’d sold their house in Tennessee, moving down to New York to be closer to us. I’m sure it was the twins that made them make that decision, but I don’t care what it was that made them move. I love having them around, and knowing that Lila and Sienna will have grandparents nearby means the world.
After my father tried to make me go back home to Tennessee, when I was in the hospital after being shot, Hawke had paid a visit to my parents, explaining to them that I was his woman, and that he was going to marry me and take care of me. He told my father that he was not asking for permission, he was telling him how it was going to be. My dad didn’t know what to say. At first he was pissed, but then he admired Hawke’s honesty and determination. Knowing his daughter had found a man that was willing to give her the happiness she deserved, was all he needed to know. So with his blessing, we got married that day in our new home.
Hawke has been trying to get me to leave the twins with my parents for a while now. I know Hawke and I could do with a little alone time, believe me. I miss him. Having sex these days is nearly impossible. When Lila finally falls asleep, Sienna starts to cry, wanting her feed. One night, Hawke was just about to thrust into me when Lila woke up, demanding another feed. We’d both groaned, and not in the fun way.
It’s been a tough couple of months, but I wouldn’t change them, or anything, for the world. I’m loving being a mom, and Hawke is a wonderful father. I remember the day I had my twelve-week ultrasound, and the gynaecologist confirmed we were having twins. Hawke got all dizzy and had to sit down for a while. It was hilarious the way the nurses were fussing over him, bringing him water, and making him take deep breaths. I mean, I was the one going to give birth to twins, was anyone showing me any sympathy? Nope, absolutely not. Since that day, his brothers make fun of him. He told me not to mention it to them, but I told Jasmine, she told Quill, and well, you know how that ended.
“Baby, if I don’t have your pussy tonight, I’m gonna burst. I need to have you coming on my cock, it’s been too long.” The pained expression on his face has me laughing out loud.
“Babe, what’s it gonna be?”
“But… but… the babies need me. They’ve never been away from their mommy that long.”
Hawke places both Lila and Sienna’s capsules down on the floor, along with their diaper bags, then strides toward me. Holding my face in his hands, he smashes his lips to mine. He slides his tongue across my lips asking for permission to open my mouth, and I do. So willingly. His tongue dances with mine and I moan, loving the taste of him.
His hands trail down my back, and he grips my butt and lifts me high, snaking my legs around his hips. His hardness rubs against my core, and I feel wetness drench my panties. Hawke walks us over to the kitchen wall, and thrusts his pelvis upward when he presses me against it, gliding his cock against my throbbing clit. Not able to get enough of him, I begin to rock back and forth, trying to create the friction I so badly need to get my release. His hand dives under my tee, and he cups my breasts, keeping me up off the ground with the strength of his thighs. He pulls and pinches my nipples, and I cry out with the tenderness I feel. Hawke slips his tongue inside my mouth when I do, tasting every single part of me, and the low grumbling coming from his chest turns me on even more.
Suddenly he stops, pulling away and standing me back onto the floor. I wobble when my feet touch the wooden surface, confused as to why he wasn’t finishing what he started.
“Now are you ready to leave the twins? Do I need to show you how good I can make you feel again?” I nod my head—yes—unable to use my words. Right now, all I want is for my husband to be deep inside me. My eyes travel down his muscular torso, it’s hot out so he has no shirt on, and his skin glistens with sweat. My tongue aches to lick over every ridge of his body. Then my eyes travel further south, and land on his hard cock. My mouth waters to have a taste, but my eyes soon meet his when I hear a growl coming from him.
“Now, I’m taking Lila and Sienna to your mom’s. When I return I want you naked, on your back with your legs open, ready for me to eat you. You got me?” he demands, stepping forward and pulling the hair at my nape, forcing me to look up at him. The desire in his eyes has my breath catching, and right now all that matters is his mouth on me, bringing me to a place only he can take me.
“Take them. I want you, Hawke,” I say huskily.
That is his undoing, and he kisses me hard before pulling back. He walks back to the twins, places their bags on his shoulder, and opens the door before lifting them and walking out. I wave to them, and follow Hawke outside, watching as he secures the babies’ carriers in the back seat of his truck. He then rushes to the front, reminding me before he drives off exactly how he wants me when he gets back. I laugh and nod, letting him know I will be ready and waiting. I watch the car drive off, knowing I have about ten minutes to get ready. It’s only five minutes to my parents’ house, and knowing Hawke, he’ll give them some excuse why he needs to leave so swiftly.
Closing the door, I climb the stairs leading to our bedroom. I take a quick shower, washing away the day’s exertions of cleaning and breastfeeding, and make sure I lather myself in soap and moisturiser. With my body and hair still wet, I climb onto the bed and lay there, anticipating Hawke’s return. My core throbs with anticipation, and my nipples harden, wanting Hawke’s strong hands on them. But most of all, I need him inside me. I need him to fill me.
I hear the truck pull up, then the slam of the front door. The stairs creak as Hawke makes his way up them swiftly, and when he walks through our bedroom door he stills. I can see his figure through the opening of my thighs, allowing him an uninterrupted view of my pussy, which I’m sure is wet with my need for him. Hawke stands in the doorway, leaning against it.
Feeling annoyed that he’s not fucking me already, I decide to try and make him lose control. I take my index finger into my mouth and suck on it, then travel that same
finger down my chest, circling it around my nipples, then down to my navel and the apex of my thighs, finally rubbing my clit. Hawke’s eyes are hooded with desire, and I see his sharp intake of breath as I slip my finger further down and insert it inside my pussy. Arching my back, I moan as I pick up the pace, entering a second finger.
I’m close to coming when I feel the bed dip, my fingers being pushed away. I whimper in frustration, breathing heavily, like I’ve run a marathon. “I was… so… close,” I pant.
Hawke kneels between my thighs, his jeans still on but his top button open. He removes his cut and throws it to the floor, giving me an even better view of his abs. I want so badly to travel my tongue over the V he has going on. A happy trail begins at his navel, ending beneath his jeans at a place I know so well. I lick my lips at the thought of having my mouth around his cock, but suddenly Hawke’s hands move to the insides of my thighs, forcing them further apart. “Fuck!” he grunts. “Your pussy is dripping, I need to taste you on my tongue.”
I brace myself for what’s to come, and grip the sheets either side of me when his tongue swipes along my folds. I moan loudly when it pushes my clit into his mouth. He sucks on it, sliding his tongue side to side. My hands fly to his hair, and I tangle my fingers in it, pulling it free from the tie binding the strands. His five-o’clock shadow tickles the insides of my thighs, and the extra friction of it rubbing against my core has me crying out in no time. I pull at the sheets, and my hips buck as I ride through my orgasm.
“Again,” Hawke demands, his mouth on me again, sucking, nipping as his finger enters me. He plunges in and out, bringing it out all the way to his knuckle, then pushing back in.
“More,” I cry. “I need more.”
“Like this, baby?” Hawke enters another finger, fingerfucking me in a mind-blowing rhythm. Whilst he thrusts in and out, I feel the tip of another finger enter my butt, and the sensation has me moaning out his name. “You like that, baby? Like me fucking your ass and pussy at the same time?” I bite down on my lower lip and nod my head, unable to speak the words.
Taming Hawke: Book #3 in the Blood Brothers MC Series Page 21