“Does it have black olives, bacon, green peppers, and onions?” I asked her while I licked my lips.
“Of course,” she replied with a hand wave.
Without another word, I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the plates. I needed some of that melted, stringy, cheesy goodness.
Chapter 9
Reyes
One Month and One Week Ago.
“Where the fuck is she?” I demanded.
“Who?” Bianca pretends to not understand.
“You know who I’m talking about,” I tell her, my voice harsh.
“She doesn’t want to be found,” she tells me quietly.
“I don’t give a shit, Bianca,” I growled.
“I can’t tell you,” she wouldn’t look at me as she said it.
Anger, red-hot anger coursed through me.
“Bianca…” I started.
“No, you listen to me. Alanna is my friend, and as much as I love you brother, you fucked up,” she tells me coldly.
“I need to find her,” I tell her, my voice was holding a note of desperation, something I loathed.
“You have plenty of women to stick your dick in,” she snapped at me.
My fingers clenched into fists as anger and concern warred with each other.
“What the fuck does my dick have to do with this?” I asked her coldly.
“You can’t keep it in your pants. You fucked Alanna and still couldn’t keep that shit in your pants,” Bianca’s tone went from anger to sadness.
“Tell me where she is?” I demanded again.
My dick and my lack of pussy had nothing to do with this, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to tell my sister. I hadn’t fucked anyone since I fucked Alanna.
“She left because of you,” she tells me coldly.
What the fuck did I say to that? I watched as my sister walked away without another word or backward glance.
I needed to find Alanna, and I wasn’t above following my sister to do it. Pulling out my phone, I dialed Ryan’s number.
“Follow Bianca,” I tell him.
“Got it,” he replied.
“Keep your dick in your fucking pants,” I tell him darkly.
“Yeah,” he replied.
I ended the call and tossed my phone on the counter. When Alanna was finally home again, I was going to spank her ass until she knew exactly where and who she belonged too.
Chapter 10
Alanna
Present Day.
I haven’t seen Bianca in five weeks. Not since the morning she left and told me that Ryan was tailing her. I didn’t realize how lonely I was until she was gone.
Today I had a doctor’s appointment, something she’s never missed. This was the first time I was going alone, and I was terrified.
Nerves had my hands shaking and my feet growing cold. I wanted to chalk it up to low circulation, anything but admitting I was terrified beyond the realm of normal.
I could do this? I asked myself, but that little voice whispered, can you? Self-doubt was a powerful thing.
Looking down at myself and took in my appearance. I was wearing my tight shirt, and tight jeans and my bare toes were painted pink.
My stomach grew a few inches, or six, but it was just enough that if you looked at me from the side, you would see it. My pants were barely hanging in there, and I couldn’t even button them. Although, I wasn’t ready to wear the maternity clothes.
Climbing from my father’s old truck, I climbed the steps to the little building which housed the only doctor in this small town.
The door made a creaking sound as I pulled it open. The waiting room was empty, like always, and the old receptionist was chewing gum and twirling her short gray hair.
I took small comfort in the fact that it was the same. Walking up to the window, I waited for the receptionist to finally look up at me.
“Yes?” she asked, her voice was husky and cracking.
“I’m here to see Dr. Mitchell,” I tell her.
“Name?” she asked.
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I’m sure she remembered me, I was here enough.
“Alanna,” I replied with a tight smile.
She blew a bubble, it was something that I didn’t expect at all, and it popped loudly.
“Have a seat dear, and I’ll let him know you’re here,” she replied with a hand wave in the direction of the seats.
I wanted to say something like it’s not hard to find the seats considering they are right behind me. But, I refrained, damn pregnancy hormones had me all riled up.
Sitting heavily in the chair, I looked at the woman behind the desk. I was silently pleading with her to tell the doctor, so I could get the information that’s been eating at me for months.
But instead of moving, she turned back to her soap. I squinted my eyes trying to guess which one it was. My mom used to love these things.
My foot tapped impatiently, and the sound of it connected with the linoleum covered floor. I smiled as the receptionist looked away from the tv to glare in my direction. I give her a little wave to remind her that I’m still here and she needed to tell him I’m out here.
With a huff of annoyance, she finally left her post and headed into the back of the building.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I placed a hand over my slightly extended stomach. I rubbed it and felt small little movements under my hand.
Every day I was losing the courage to go and tell Reyes that I was pregnant. The fear of him laughing or giving me the cold shoulder kept me here in my little cocoon.
“Miss Alanna?” Dr. Mitchell called out.
Turning, I scanned the room and laughed a little. It was almost like the doctor thought he needed to be heard over a large group of people.
“Here,” I replied, fighting the urge to raise my hand like a school girl.
“Good, good. Please come back this way,” he tells me.
Again, I fought the need to laugh. I mean there were only three places to go, out the front door, into the bathroom, and of course down that hallway.
Rising slowly to my feet, my hands shook with excitement, knowing what was coming. I was about to see my baby again and find out if it was a girl or boy. Something was telling me that it was a boy.
My feet connected with the hard floor. The sound echoed slightly as I made my way to the room that the doctor just walked through.
“Here, lay up there and lift your shirt,” the doctor pointed to the exam table.
He handed me a small towel, and I climbed up on the table. I laid back lifting my shirt while tucking it under my breasts, so I was still covered. Slowly, I put the towel over the top of my pants, giving me a barrier between the waist of my jeans and my stomach.
“Lift your legs dear,” Dr. Mitchell said quietly.
Slowly, I lifted them up a few inches, and he pulled out a table extender to rest my legs on, so they weren’t dangling in an uncomfortable position.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
I nodded my head even though I don’t think anyone could be comfortable on this horrible contraption.
Dr. Mitchell wheeled over a little cart holding the small computer. It also had some other items like the blue jelly that I knew he was going to squeeze on my stomach as well as the wand that he would press against it.
I watch as he sat down on his little-wheeled stool and reaches for said jelly. I winced as he squeezed a large amount on my skin.
“Sorry dear, but it will only be cold for a moment,” he tells me.
I wanted to tell him that it was a little late for the warning but wisely kept my mouth shut. The wand appeared and slowly lowered to my stomach. My eyes went immediately to the screen as I held my breath.
Grainy black and white images appeared on the screen, and soon I could see the baby’s profile. I saw its little feet kick, and hands wave like he was saying hello.
Dr. Mitchell started taking measurements slowly making his way over the baby, moving the wand and pressing down harder in some spo
ts giving a little shake, hoping the baby would move when he did.
“Perfect, everything looks perfect,” he tells me with a gentle pat to the leg.
“Now, my dear do you want to know what you’re having?” he asked me kindly.
“Yes,” I breathed the word.
“Ok dear, let’s have a look,” he replied with a smile.
Pressing the wand back against my stomach he moves it around some more before pausing and using the mouse in his other hand to circle the area that my eyes were now glued too.
“Congratulations, you are…” he starts, but then the door slammed hard against the wall.
My eyes focused on the one person that I never expected to see. Judging by the shocked look on his face, he didn’t expect to see what he was seeing.
“It’s a boy,” the doctor finished as he turned to the intruder with a startled look.
Reyes’ eyes lock onto my small stomach, and his face darkened in anger. For a small moment, I felt fear rise inside me. Then I remembered as angry as he was, Reyes would never physically hurt me.
“What the fuck, Alanna?” he shouted.
“I’m afraid you need to leave, sir,” the old doctor told Reyes.
His eyes never left me as he shouted at the doctor, “Get the fuck out, now!”
“It’s okay Dr. Mitchell,” I told him quietly.
“Wait,” I shouted at the doctor, “Please, can you print those before you go,” I begged him.
He nodded and went back to the task at hand, not bothering to look at Reyes or me.
Soon a roll of blurry black and white images was placed in my hand, and the doctor was closing the door quietly behind him.
“Reyes...” I started before he cut me off.
“What the fuck is going on?” he demanded coldly.
“I…um… well… I…” I was at a loss for words.
“You’re pregnant,” he stated.
“Yes,” I whispered.
There was no sense in denying it, not that I would have.
“Is it mine?” he asked darkly.
“What kind of fucking question is that? Of course, it’s yours, asshole,” I snapped at him angrily.
Just because he fucked around didn’t mean I was going too.
“When were you going to tell me?” he demanded.
“I was going to tell you. I was just… I didn’t… look, Reyes, I wasn’t ready to come home and see the parade of women that warm your bed,” I tell him truthfully after stumbling over a few words.
“Alanna…” he started.
“NO! I don’t want to hear it,” I snapped.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t have him tell me the truth and I sure as fuck didn’t want to hear the lies.
“You’re coming home with me,” he told me. It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.
I felt like telling him to go fuck himself, but I just nodded. He had the right to be angry, I should have told him the moment I found out.
Wiping the blue jelly that was smeared all over my stomach, I lowered my shirt and sighed when I remembered it was his t-shirt the one I stole months ago.
His eyes took it in, but wisely he doesn’t say a word.
“Let me help you,” he said while he walking over and held his hand out so I could use it to lift myself off this horribly, uncomfortable contraption.
“Thanks,” I tell him, grasping it and allowing him to pull me up.
Slowly, I stood and tossed the towel in the trash-like container that said not for trash.
“Can you ride?” he asked me skeptically.
“No,” I was pregnant, didn’t he get that?
“I’ll put my bike in the back of the truck,” he replied with a nod. He grabbed my hands and pulled me out of the room, down the hallway, and out of the building.
“Wait,” I tell him.
He turns to look at me. It was as if he expected me to fight with him.
“I need to go back to the cabin and get some stuff,” I tell him quickly.
“Let’s go,” he said.
I climbed into the passenger seat with his assistance. It was something that I protested greatly.
“I don’t need your help,” I snapped at him, “I’m not an invalid, just pregnant.”
“Fucking humor me,” he says.
Sighing, I sat in the seat and allowed him to buckle me in as if he was a nursemaid fussing over a patient.
I watched as he walked to his bike and hefted it up like it weighed nothing and placed it in the back of the truck. His muscles bulged under the weight, and my eyes strayed to his arms and stayed there. I couldn’t help myself, the man was fucking hot.
Ratchet straps were pulled from the truck’s toolbox, and slowly he secured his bike in the truck bed. He gave it a testing shake, and when it doesn’t budge, he walked to the driver side door and opened it.
“How did you find me?” I asked him when he finally climbed into the driver seat.
“Bianca was damn near climbing the walls,” he said.
“And?” I asked. I knew there was more to it than that.
“She was getting more and more upset as the morning progressed, so I finally told her if she didn’t tell me I was going to have Ryan transferred to another club,” he replied with a shrug.
I should have been upset that she relented so easily, but I didn’t blame her. I knew how she felt about Ryan.
“You’re an asshole,” I told him.
“I know,” he replied quietly.
For some reason, I didn’t think he was just referring to this morning’s bullshit.
Chapter 11
Reyes
Present Day.
Alanna was fucking pregnant, and I was going to be a father. I couldn’t stop glancing at her small baby bump.
Anger and frustration were a constant companion as of late.
“Why did you leave?” I asked her.
I waited for her to collect her thoughts. I kept my eyes on the road but caught her looking at me out of the corner of my eye.
“I couldn’t be one of many, Reyes,” her tone was pleading.
“You weren’t,” I told her.
Alanna bit her bottom lip while holding it between her teeth firmly. It was something that I wanted to do. I wanted to take that abused lip and kiss it, and then maybe give it a little nibble of my own.
Putting the truck into park, I turned towards her.
“I was always going to be one of man Reyes, I would have you yes, but the other woman... I can’t. I’m sorry, but I deserve more. I need more,” she explained.
I wanted to tell her there was no one else. I couldn’t fuck anyone that wasn’t her, but the words wouldn’t come. She just shook her head and climbed from the truck.
Her sweet ass swayed as she climbed the old wooden steps and disappeared into the house. How the fuck do I fix this?
I should never have said that I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. Had I known that the thought of sinking into another woman made me sick, I would never have said it.
Chapter 12
Alanna
Present Day.
The cabin was clean, and I had only a few things that needed to be cleaned up before I left. The dishes from breakfast were dirty, and they needed to be washed and dried. Also, the log cabin style quilt that my great grandmother made was in a heap on the couch. I just used it this morning to keep me warm.
Sighing, I bent over and collected the quilt, folded it and placed it over the back of the dark brown corduroy couch.
Walking into the kitchen, I pretended that I didn’t hear Reyes walk into the house. I turned on the faucet, and the sink filled pretty quickly. I proceeded to wash the five dishes, taking as much time as I could without being too obvious.
“Alanna…” he starts.
“I need to get some clothes and supplies from the bedroom. Do you mind cleaning out the fridge?” I asked without even looking at him.
Walking out of the kitchen like the hounds of hell were nipping
at my feet, I made my way through the living room and into the master bedroom.
I didn’t hear him, but I felt his heat as his front pressed against my back.
“Reyes,” I warned.
This couldn’t happen no matter how badly my body seemed to want and craved his touch.
His lips pressed against the nape of my neck causing little shivers of pleasure to race up and down my spine. Goosebumps formed all over my arms, and my stomach tightened.
Before I could protest, he was spinning me around, and his lips were sealed to mine. My hands fisted his leather cut, and its smooth buttery texture was a reminder of who and what this man was.
His fingers slowly pulled the zipper of my jeans down. His hand slipped past my lacey black panties going right for my clit. He gave it a couple little flicks and forced moans to crawl out of my throat.
We shouldn’t be doing this my mind screamed, but my heart whispered only this once.
Grabbing his shirt, I pulled it over his head and mine followed soon after. We were then ripping at what was left of our clothing when I was finally naked. Reyes picked me up and gently laid me down on the bed.
As soon as my back met the soft surface, he was crawling over me. He then pushed my legs apart with his knees and lowered himself on me.
His lips were gently suckling on my right nipple and then the left, making sure to give it the same treatment. Wetness dripped down my ass as my juices flowed.
“Please,” I begged him.
I needed him inside of me, and I needed it now.
“Baby,” he whispered against my lips.
“I need you,” I told him.
Opening my eyes, I looked into his tortured eyes. He wanted to take this slow, but I wanted fast and hard.
“Now, please don’t make me wait,” I breathed out almost breathlessly.
His cock nudged my opening, and then he was pressing inside me one slow inch at a time. I was having none of it. I wanted him now, so I wrapped my legs around his waist. I pulled myself up and impaled myself on his hard throbbing dick.
“Fuck,” he moaned into my mouth as I deepened the kiss.
This was for me. If it was going to be the last time I had Reyes, then I was going to get everything I could out of it. He pulled back slowly before sinking into me again and again. Each slow thrust had the veins in his cock rubbing my walls sensually.
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