by Sam Crescent
“Our baby.”
Caleb cupped her rounded stomach and marveled at what their future held. “I love you, Maddie.”
“What?”
“I’ve been wanting to tell you for some time now, but I love you, and I’m not sad about this news. In fact, I … I wanted this.”
“You wanted me to be pregnant?”
“Yes. Do you know how many times I came inside you, wondering if one day you’d be willing to have my children?” He pulled her close, needing to breathe in her scent, and to know that she was okay, and just hold her. Closing his eyes, he pressed his nose against her neck, kissing her.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. “You love me?”
“Yes. So fucking much that it scares me at times.”
Maddie reached behind her, placing the pregnancy test on the counter. She cupped his face, pulling him as she did. Her gaze was on his. “When I came here, I wasn’t looking for a man, or anything. I just wanted to take care of your little girl. The moment I looked at you, you were so handsome and sexy. You had this hardness around you, which was quite scary.” He saw tears fill her eyes. “I’m a mess right now. The silliest little thing seems to set me off, and I’m crying. It will all fade soon, I’m sure.”
He wiped away the tears. “It’s fine. More than fine.” He kissed her lips, and she moaned, squeezing his face just a little.
“I didn’t intend to fall in love. It wasn’t part of my plan. I’d sworn off men.”
“You love me?”
“Yes, so very much, and I wanted to claw her eyeballs out for even touching you. I didn’t want her hands on you because you’re mine, and I know I didn’t have any claim on you.”
He silenced her with a kiss. No woman had ever told him that she loved him. Maddie was the woman that owned his heart, and just hearing that she felt the same, well, it made his world so complete.
“I love you. I fucking love you,” he said. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to say that? It’s all that I’ve been wanting to think about.”
He pressed her up against the wall, lifting her up so that she wrapped her legs around him.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, before our Paige gets home, I’m going to take you to our bed, and I’m going to make love to every square inch of you.” He carried her up to their room, laying her on the bed, and stripped every single layer from her body.
When they were both naked, he leaned forward and pressed kisses to her stomach.
“I was never going to let you go. Not now, not never. You’re mine, Maddie. The moment my cock filled you, the moment you took my spunk, you were mine.”
He slid his rock-hard cock inside her and filled her once again.
They both cried out at the pleasure, which was instant for him. Just feeling her tight pussy wrap around him was sheer heaven, and he loved it. He loved her.
Pressing her hands to the bed, he lifted up and slowly began to thrust inside her, making her feel every single square inch of his shaft.
He watched her moan and thrash on the bed, taking him as deep as she could. Caleb had believed love were tales that people told in order to keep them in line, to have people searching for the one that they could call their own.
Maddie wasn’t just any woman.
She was his woman.
His for the rest of both of their lives.
Only when she found her orgasm did he find his own. Wrapping his arms around her, he didn’t move, but made sure his weight didn’t crush her.
“Marry me,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me. I want you to marry me and spend the rest of your life with me, here, on this very ranch.”
“You want to keep me?” she asked.
“I love you more than anyone else in the world. I know Paige adores you, and I don’t want anyone else here but you, Maddie. This is your home. I’m your man, and I will be your husband.” He remembered all of the romance books he’d been reading.
Most of the heroes, unless they’d been utter bastards, didn’t ask permission. No, they ordered, they took, and Maddie was his heroine. She was his woman, and he intended to spend the rest of their lives cherishing her.
“You’re my number one, Maddie.” He didn’t want her to doubt for a second his intentions, his love, and his desire to have her all to himself.
“Yes, Caleb. I love you more than anything else in the world. I want to be your wife and live with you. I want that huge family we’ve spoken about. One day when Christmas morning comes, I want to have to feed so many mouths, that I can’t think about it. I want to have your children, and fall asleep every single night in your arms.”
He slammed his lips against hers, holding her close.
“Wish granted,” he said, whispering the words, knowing he’d give her anything her heart desired, so long as it was never to be apart from him.
Epilogue
Ten years later
“Paige, Dale, Sean, Mia, Rachel, Luke, and Talia, get your butts down here right this second!” Caleb was starving, and seeing as his kids had to eat first, he wasn’t in a very patient mood.
Not only was it Christmas morning, and a large snowfall had landed outside, but he was hungry, and his wife was slaving away in the kitchen making them all cranberry pancakes with hot maple syrup.
“Dad, I’m helping Mom out, duh,” Paige said, appearing in the kitchen.
Caleb had been so focused on his wife that he’d not seen his oldest daughter standing there.
Moving back into the kitchen, he kissed Paige’s cheek, then moved up behind his wife.
They’d been married for ten years. He’d not been able to wait until the New Year, so after a rushed two weeks, in a wedding on Christmas Eve in front of the whole town, he’d married Madeline Lennox. He was sure half of the town came to see if he’d even make it down the aisle. There was no other woman for him, and because of his little outburst, Emily had left town and hadn’t been seen again.
Maddie had nothing to do with her parents, and whenever he saw them in town, he ignored them. They didn’t care enough about her when she was little, and Maddie wanted nothing to do with them now.
Wrapping his arms around his wife, he kissed her cheek, breathing in her scent.
“You’re very impatient,” she said.
He pressed a hand to her swollen stomach. “They’re going to want to open presents, and if they do, seeing some of the chocolate we’ve bought, they’ll eat that, spoil dinner, and I’m not having that.”
Maddie’s Christmas dinner was a thing of dreams.
In fact, being married to her was straight of out of his dreams. Every day he woke up to the love of his life, and every day, he went to sleep holding her in his arms. She was the most beautiful, amazing, loving woman, and he’d wished for her, and they’d finally come true.
She leaned back, smiling up at him. “I love you,” she said.
He kissed her, not caring that his children entered. They’d seen him kissing her a lot over the last ten years, and he intended to spend the next fifty plus years kissing her.
“I finally got my happily ever after,” she said, cupping his cheek.
So had he.
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
GIVING IT TO THE BIKER
Saints and Sinners MC, 1
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
Rage took a drink of his beer while watching as Pea mouth-fucked one of the regular bitches who supplied the club with free pussy. The fucker
was a married man, and it would only be a matter of time before either Melissa or her sister, Penny, arrived at the club. Melissa had been a regular at the club ever since she married Pea, and with her she’d brought her very beautiful sister. The Gilmore women were both beautiful but were different in personality. Melissa was raw sexuality, and she seemed to accept everything that Pea did. Penny, however, she was so quiet, and Rage could barely get a few words out of her. However, Penny held an inner firecracker who came out whenever her sister appeared to be in pain, which was often.
Even though Melissa appeared unaffected by Pea’s wandering ways, Penny always came to her defense.
You can’t get anywhere with her.
Gritting his teeth, Rage made his way toward the bar where Saint, the president of Saints and Sinners MC, was having a drink while working.
“You gonna do anything about that?” he asked, nodding toward Pea and the slut.
“No. It’s not my business.” Saint was going through some paperwork, and at a quick glance Rage saw what appeared to be invoices for mechanical equipment.
“You still running the shop as our main company?”
“It keeps the fucking tax man off my back, and our fighting under lock and key. You know me, keep it obvious, and they won’t go looking. Besides, we’re making a killing in bikes right now. Everywhere you go they want bikes.”
“And sex, don’t forget that.”
“Yeah, Dirty Deeds is selling out.”
In the town of Sinners’ Corner, Dirty Deeds was the local sex shop, which was also doing extremely well online. Everything was online now. Rage didn’t care providing he got his cut of the profit.
“So, what’s bugging you about that?” Saint asked, looking toward Pea.
“Penny.”
“You’re still trying to get into that pussy?”
Rage was the VP, so he’d told Saint what he wanted, and what he’d been wanting for over three years was Penny, in his bed, her pussy owned by him.
Giving Saint a look, Rage watched his friend and President laugh. “Damn, you are. I can say Penny is wasted on you.”
Any other woman, Rage would have carried the woman over his shoulder to his bed, fucked her, and kicked her ass out. The problem that he faced was the fact Penny didn’t belong to the club. Melissa did. He couldn’t just drag a woman to his bed against her will. There was no way he was going down for rape. Not that it would be rape. Penny would kick, scream, and try to claw his eyes out, but in the end he’d make sure that she was begging for his dick.
“When are you going to get over her?” Saint asked.
“Penny will be mine.”
“Man, you can’t even get her to stay in the same room as you, and don’t think I haven’t noticed your distraction at the parties as well. The club women are feeling left out.”
“Fuck off!” Rage got up off his chair, not liking where this conversation was going. He’d been part of Saints and Sinners MC for fifteen years. At thirty-five years old, he’d gone from prospect to the VP through violence and respect, which was all that the club knew. They dealt in violence, fighting, and sex. The club whores competed for the title of best fuck, and the men fought each other regularly.
During one of the nights he’d been due to fight, Penny had been at the club, having a drink. He’d seen her at the edge of the fight, and unlike most women, she wasn’t impressed with what she saw.
He didn’t even know what it was about Penny that had caught his attention. She was just … different. None of the club whores were like her, and she was just perfect.
No, she wasn’t perfect. She was a challenge. She wouldn’t just bow down to anyone, and he liked that. Penny didn’t screw around with anyone either. She hated Pea for his constant cheating, yet Melissa accepted it.
The door to the club opened, and as if his thoughts of her had made her materialize, Penny walked through the door with a prospect rushing close behind her. Wayne was one of the better prospects around the club, but it looked like he couldn’t keep Penny out. None of the club members kept Penny out. Rage had made a request at the last church for her to be let into the club at any time, with the boys pretending to hold her back. He wanted to play with her even if he couldn’t touch her.
“I’m sorry, Prez,” Wayne said.
Penny wasn’t listening. She looked around the room, finding Pea, and heading straight to him. Sitting down beside Saint, Rage admired her generous curves and the way she filled out her jeans. She had a lovely full ass, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. When he did finally get his hands on her, he was going to fuck her, spank her ass, and take her ass as well. He loved sex and fucking, and every single fantasy he’d built up around her, he was going to play out. It didn’t matter to him that she wasn’t interested yet. He was growing a little tired of the chase, and was going to blast her defenses until she had no choice but to give into him. He was going to take her, fuck her, and enjoy every single second of it.
“Your girl’s here to cause trouble,” Saint said, looking amused.
“Wonder what the problem is now.”
“Melissa’s been on the phone to her. Penny’s here to take Pea back home.” Saint took a sip of his drink. “If she causes real problems for the club, she’s gone.”
“Pea’s an ass. Whatever happens to him, he’s got coming to himself.”
“That I agree with.” Saint clinked his glass against Rage’s, and they both turned to the scene that was about to unfold.
“Seriously, this is what was more important than dinner?” Penny asked, stepping in front of Pea.
Rage heard Pea moan and shake his head. The club had quieted down to hear the chaos that was about to ensue. The club liked Penny. She was a good woman, and the club respected good women. They also respected her as she fed them most of the time. Penny would often bring food to the club, cakes she’d baked, or pies. He’d walk into the club to find a trail of crumbs, which would piss him off. It was just another reason as to why he wanted to claim Penny for his own. He’d own her baked goodies, and her fine ass.
“Penny, leave,” Pea said, finally turning his attention to his sister-in-law.
Tensing in his seat, Rage was ready to hurt the fucker for talking to Penny like that.
“Leave her,” Saint said. “She won’t like you interfering.”
Gritting his teeth, Rage sat back, and watched the scene before him play out.
“No. Melissa’s crying back at home, asshole. Don’t tell her to make your damn favorite, and then not show up. It makes you an asshole.”
“I’m busy. Tell her to put it in the microwave.”
Rage didn’t know why Pea was insistent in pissing Penny off, but he did at every occasion.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Food can be heated from cold. Pussy can’t.”
All of the brothers tensed up as Penny exploded. Her trademark growl of frustration was released, and then she grabbed the club whore by her hair, and pulled her off.
A feminine squeal rent the air and Pea was standing up, shoving his dick back into his pants.
“He’s married, slut.” Penny shoved the screaming woman to the floor before turning back to Pea. Penny’s look of disgust was clear to detect. “I don’t have a clue why Mel married you, but she did. I will not spend hours on the phone listening to her cry about you. Get moving!” Penny started to push him toward the door.
Pea wasn’t going to be moved easily.
“Melissa knows the score. You don’t.”
“If she knew the score, I wouldn’t have to listen to her sobbing. Whatever you and her have going on is your business, but it becomes mine when I have to listen.” Penny looked around the room, turning her attention to Saint. “You got a problem with this?”
“No, take him home.” Saint raised his glass in the air.
Pea pulled out of her hold and glared right back at her. What Rage saw in Pea’s eyes pissed him the fuck off. Pea was thinking about Penny naked, and not only t
hat, he was liking the attention.
“Not happening.” Standing up, he grabbed Pea’s arm. “Let’s go. Melissa invited me to dinner.”
“You can’t drive. You’re drunk,” Penny said.
“You’ll have to bring me back to the club.”
“Fine!”
Several whistles followed them out, and Rage stuck his fingers up.
Fuck off!
****
Penny gripped her steering wheel as she rode toward her sister’s townhouse on the outskirts of Sinners’ Corner. She hated the name of the town where she lived. According to the local town history, it was named that as centuries ago it was believed that followers of the devil moved to the small town where they expelled all of their sins. She thought it was bullshit, but no one listened to her.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the two big ass bikers in her very small car. He was staring at her, unnerving her with his gaze. John—Rage—Colton always seemed to be staring at her. She didn’t like it. He had a lot more interesting things to look at. The man who created all of her scorn, her sister’s husband Pea, was in the back, moaning about his fun being cut short.
“Melissa didn’t say anything about you joining the dinner.”
“She didn’t? Well, I’m invited.”
He wasn’t invited. No, Rage just liked to annoy her. He got off on it, she was sure of that. The Saints and Sinners MC had been a regular feature in Sinners’ Corner for well over twenty-five years. Melissa’s and her father had worked as a mechanic in their shop before he died of cancer five years ago. Penny recalled being around the club often but more as an outsider. The men were nice and respectful to her, which she liked. She’d seen the way some of the club whores were treated, and she’d hate to be humiliated like them.