by Geri Glenn
“She did? Sounds like your mommy’s pretty awesome.” I wink at Anna and reach out my hand, pulling her to her feet. “What about you, Mommy? You miss me?”
“Oh yes,” she answers with a grin as she stands on her tiptoes and plants a kiss on my cheek. Her round, swollen belly presses against mine and I place both hands on it, marvelling at how much baby number two has grown in just the few days I’ve been gone. “How was your trip?”
“Over,” I say, kissing her lips.
“Ew.” Harley giggles from the tub. “Kissing is yucky.”
I grin down at my three-year-old daughter and for the first time in days, I laugh. “And don’t you forget that, baby doll. No kissing ’til you’re thirty-seven.”
Harley goes back to squirting the water from her bath toys and I turn my attention to my wife. My lips meet hers and everything else just disappears. I’m home.
Anna
I rock my hips as I ride my husband, his cock deep inside of me, coaxing every ounce of pleasure he can manage as I take him. I don’t know what it is about this pregnancy, but all I ever want to do is have sex. These past few weeks, Reaper and I have had sex in almost every room in the house, in the backyard, in the clubhouse, and the most fun place, in a maternity store dressing room where I was trying on new bras. He apparently approved.
“Come for me, baby,” he groans, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. “I need to feel you come.”
When his fingers pinch my nipples, hard enough to hurt in the most delicious way, I give him what he wants. I disintegrate on top of him, my pussy gripping him as my entire body spasms with bright bursts of pleasure that makes me scream out his name.
I feel him come at the same time, his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries so we don’t wake Harley. After a few moments of heavy breathing, sweet kisses, and the calming of my heart, I roll to the side and snuggle into my man.
If you’d have told me sixteen years ago that one day I’d end up living in a beautiful house with a gorgeous and gentle, but tough as nails biker, our perfect little girl sleeping just down the hall, I wouldn’t have believed a word of it.
It had taken a lot of meetings, several counselling sessions, and the joy of being a mother to let go of the guilt I’d felt over my past. I had made a lot of poor choices, and I’d more than paid my dues, but now, I’m reaping the rewards of sobriety, of love and commitment, and family.
I can’t imagine things being any better than they already are, but they will be. I place a hand on my belly, and Reaper leans down and lays his head on my gigantic bump.
“You hear me in there, little buddy?”
Reaper is determined that this time, he’ll get his boy. I wanted to find out the gender, but he put in a lot of effort to convince me to wait until the delivery.
Within minutes, I fall asleep to the gentle, but raspy voice of Reaper as he tells our son about motorcycles and the club, and how it’ll be his job to help him beat the boys off of his sister. It’s the same way I fall asleep every night, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Bosco
“Sarah, don’t fucking do this,” I say as she tosses one boot, then the other out into the yard, where they fall about three feet away.
“Just go, Bosco. This was a mistake.” Tears pour down her face as she moves to shut the door. “We never should have…Oh, God.”
I storm up the stairs to her front door, not giving one single shit about the fact that I’m standing in my boxer briefs first thing in the morning, outside her house where all the neighbors can see. “It wasn’t a mistake,” I growl, holding the door so she can’t close it. “You might not want to admit it, but this wasn’t a fuckin’ mistake. You know it, and I know it.”
“Bosco, I can’t do this. Please. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
I yank the door from her grasp and step closer to her, close enough to smell her hair and touch my forehead to hers. “You wanna lie to yourself and say it’s a mistake, go for it, but don’t try to convince me. I’m all in here. I’ve been all in for more than three goddamn years. That little girl in there loves me, Sarah. You love me too, you just can’t fuckin’ admit it.”
She shoves at the door, but her strength has nothing on me. Not wanting to upset her any more than she already is, I step back and let the screen door fall shut between us. Backing down the steps, I put my hands up. “Fine, I’ll go. But I’ll be back, baby. I’ll be back every fuckin’ day if that’s what it takes for you to admit that you love me. Fight me all you want, but you’re not gonna win this one. I’m not gonna let you.”
Watch Out For
A Kings of Korruption MC Novel
Book Four
By
Geri Glenn
Coming late 2017!
It never fails that I miss at least one person, but I’m going to damn well try not to this time!
To My Family – Thank you for doing extra chores, putting up with my mood swings and running things without me while I focused on this book. I couldn’t ask for a more supportive family and I’m glad that you’re mine. xoxox
To Christina DeRoche – Woman. I love you. That is all.
To Jacqueline Sinclair – My crutch. I can’t imagine releasing a book without hearing your opinion first. Even though we’ve never met, you are definitely my sister from another mister.
To Tracey Jackson – Thank you for every nudge, every “Bueller” and every ounce of support you throw my way. As always, your formatting is top notch and your advice is a welcome luxury.
To Amanda DiPierro – Thank you for sticking with me, even when I go incommunicado and get lost in my own shit. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.
To Nicole Lloyd (and Levi) – My valued friend, master pimp and the wife of my favorite handyman. Thank you for the pimps, the laughs and the support you and your husband give me.
To My Beta Team – You ladies have been incredible. I don’t know why I didn’t start this team before, but I’m glad to have each and every one of you now. Thank you for being such a fantastic cheering squad and getting your reviews in with constructive criticism, honesty and good natured humor. Best betas ever!
To Rebel Edit & Design – Dana, babe, you rock. That you for the edits, the love and for not dropping me like a bad habit when you did your little revamp.
To Robin at Wicked by Design – Gorgeous as always. I don’t know that there’s another graphic designer out there that can do such beautiful work and still put up with my indecisiveness without kicking my ass. Don’t ever leave me.
To the Awesome Ladies at Enticing Journey Promotions – Thank you for such a successful release blitz. You ladies have made my life so much easier at release time! Never stop doing what you do.
To My Queens – You ladies are so much fun! You keep me sane, share my posts and make me laugh. Best reader group ever!
To The Bloggers – Everyone of you that took the time out of your busy schedule to post, review and/or talk about my books, thank you. A million times thank you! An indie author needs you amazing people to find readers, and I’ve been blessed to have so many of you support me.
And lastly, To The Readers – For every one of you that took a chance on me and bought my book, thank you! For those that left a review, double thank you! It’s readers like you that give me the courage to keep writing, and improving my skill, hoping to bring you the best story I can. I thank all of you for making it possible to live my dream of writing full time. For any of you that have spread the word and shared my posts or told someone about my books, you keep me going! I love each and every one of you for whatever support you’ve given me! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Geri Glenn lives in beautiful New Brunswick, Canada. She is an army wife, the mother of two gorgeous but slightly crazy little girls, and just recently is fortunate enough to quit her day job to stay home and do what she loves most - write!
Geri has been as avid reader for as long as she can remember. When she isn't writing or adulting i
n some other fashion, she can usually be found curled up in a comfy chair, reading on her iPad both day and night. Geri is an incurable night owl, and it's not uncommon for her to still be awake, reading at 4 am, just because she finds it hard to put the book down.
Geri loves all genres of fiction, but her passion is anything romantic or terrifying; basically, anything that can get her heart pumping. This passion has bled out onto her laptop and become the Kings of Korruption.
Writing that first book in the series has knocked off the #1 thing on Geri's bucket list, and publishing it has been an absolute dream come true. She hopes you love the Kings as much as she does.
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