HIS PROPERTY: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Iron Bandits MC)

by Zoey Parker

  “The thing is, Jack…I was so scared. I was so scared, and the whole thing went back to the fact that I was thinking about you when Brian came in and took Peter.

  And I thought that I couldn’t do that, couldn’t allow for anybody else to distract me…”

  “Yeah, Ellie, you told me all that. I got it. No need to tell me again.”

  “No, you’re not…Just listen, please, for a minute. The thing is, I still can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about how I miss you. About your eyes. About your mouth. About your body. About your wit. About how you laugh at me in the mornings. About how you love Petey. About how you care for everyone in your circle, like it’s a mission. About how you fit inside of me. About…”

  Somewhere in the middle of all that rambling, Jack had stood up and zipped over to me at the door. Before I could go on, he had his mouth on mine, his hands at my ass, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around him with better-alignment for easier kissing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on, and allowed our tongues and lips to reacquaint in sexy slides, rubs, and nips. I could not get enough, and the feeling was apparently mutual. Thank God.

  “I need you now,” he growled against me, and rocked his pelvis up into my own. We had too many clothes on.

  “Yes, now.” It was about all I could manage.

  “Fuuck.” Holding me up by my ass, he swung us around and cleared off the greater part of his desk with a single swipe of an arm. Once I had my butt planted on it, I turned my attention to undoing his belt buckle and fly. He got my dress off me, unsnapped my bra and sent it flying, and had my panties down to my knees already as I worked his pants and boxers down his thighs. He took over from there, and I pulled his tee shirt up and off while he kicked off the jeans. We were both naked in record time.

  “Look at you,” he whispered. Damn, but he made me feel beautiful.

  “I’d rather you touch me,” I invited.

  He smirked at me, but easily gave in to my request, lightly passing two fingers through the soft, wet folds of my pussy and encircling my clit. Oh, lord.

  “You just want me for my body.”

  He was joking, but there was something vulnerable in the statement, too. I was struggling not to get lost in sensation, but this was important. I took hold of his wrist, and held it off of me for a moment so I could gather the right words.

  “Your body is divine. And of course, I love it. But that is not what this is about, Jack. You need to know that. I want you in my life. Not just as Peter’s daddy-uncle. Not just as a brother-in-law type of thing. Not just as a sometimes-lover. I want you as mine.”

  Whoa. Okay, I said it. It was a vulnerable admission for me, too—I had no idea if he was even open to the concept of belonging to one woman, of having a true partner. We’d been play-acting through the wedding, but we’d never really discussed our thoughts about marriage and partnership. He might laugh in my face.

  “You mean…what are you saying, Ellie? Spell it out for me.”

  “I mean that I’m freaking in love with you, Jack! I want to be your real wife! I want to be your old lady for real. Do you get it now? Jeez!”

  He had started laughing somewhere in the middle of that little speech, and when I realized it, I burned with humiliation.

  Immediately, I was up and hunting for my panties, blushing like mad. All I wanted to do was get out of there alive. If I killed him in the process—well, accidents happened, right?

  “Hold on—wait—stop it, Ellie. Shhht—Woman, stop.” He suddenly went all deep-voiced dom. Typical.

  And he had me in a lock-hold from behind, with both my arms behind me held in one of his arms, his other arm wrapped around my front. I was almost in tears, but I was angry and confused and—

  “Baby, are you telling me you wanna be in this with me, and you want me to be in this with you, for real, forever? For good? Did I hear you right?”

  I said I was all-in, right? Walk the walk.

  “Yeah, that’s what I was saying, before you started laughing at me. Now, I’m not so sure.”

  He laughed again, and bit my neck for a second, giving me a tight squeeze at the same time.

  “I thought you were marching in here to tell me you were leaving, that you had found somewhere else to go, and that you were getting as far away from me as you could, for good.”

  “Why would you think that?” I struggled to turn around, to see his face. “No, seriously, why would you think that, Jack? I would never do that. Don’t you know that?”

  “I don’t know. I just thought—it doesn’t matter. You’re serious?”

  He was searching my eyes. And there I saw that vulnerability again. I melted.

  “Yeah, Jack. I’m serious.”

  “Thank fucking Christ.”

  “Jack!” I swatted his arm.

  “Jeez—sorry—baby, you gotta know, I’m all-in with you. With you, with Peter, with this marriage, everything. I’m all-in.”

  My chest suddenly felt all bright and bubbly, and I grinned from ear to ear, then did my best to kiss his lights out. Once again he lifted me up, this time carrying me back to the door, and said, “I’m not letting go of you this time.”

  “Please don’t.”

  “Okay with you if we do this without protection? I’m clean. You on the pill or something?”

  “Yeah, I am, actually. I’m clean, too. I don’t want us to use anything.”

  He growl-grunted, hefted me up a bit more, and dove in for more kissing. One of his hands snuck under me to spread my juices around, playing with me, making sure I was ready for him.

  Oh, I was ready. I was more than ready. And as soon as he realized it, he said, “Baby, I can’t wait…”

  I reached down for him and guided his hard length into me, and we watched together as our bodies bonded. It was sexy and beautiful and right.

  Our eyes met again, and we smiled and breathed in each other’s air, and began to move together against the door.

  Our movements got stronger, louder, more desperate and fierce, as we met and retracted, pumping and grinding, over and over again.

  He gave me his fingers again when he saw I was getting close, and I cried out as the world of sensation exploded around me.

  He pumped into me a few more times, and muffled his sounds against my neck as he came.

  And after, we melted into one another against the door for several long moments, our breaths heaving and our bodies slick with sweat.

  When we finally came back to the world, we started laughing into each other’s eyes.

  I really didn’t care if anyone out there was listening; this was all about me and Jack. We were finally a real thing. Our merging bodies were just the physical element of a much grander reality. It was fucking perfect—literally and figuratively.

  “God, people are going to hate us.”

  “Why?” He looked at me quizzically.

  “Because we already use the same freaking phrases. ‘All-in’ was my motivational motto today, getting ready to come see you.”

  “Yeah? All-in? It’s ’cause you picked it up from me, baby. Must have.”

  “Your ego is ginormous.”

  “I got something else that’s ginormous for you, baby, and it likes to play the all-in game, too.”

  “Oh, that’s horrible, Jack. Shut up and kiss me.”

  And he did.

  Epilogue

  Jack

  “Daaaaddy!”

  “Dude, I’m right here. Volume check, yeah?”

  “Um, yeah. Did you see? Did you see me? Wanna see me again?”

  “Yeah, buddy, I saw you. Let’s see if you can do it even better this time. Go big, or go home!”

  “Jack!”

  I turned to my wife, who had narrowed her eyes at me and was shaking her head.

  “Hey, he’s into it. Let’s see what he’s got.” I tipped my beer up and winked at her.

  “Okay, are you watching? Mommy? Daddy! Here I go!” And the kid took a short
running start off the shorter diving board and cannonballed into the water, causing a huge splash that circled around past the edges of the pool. Good thing I had dug it deep.

  When Pete emerged, he was wearing a huge smile that ate up at least half his face.

  “That was excellent. Nine point six.”

  “Momma?”

  “Almost perfect. Nine point seven.”

  “What wasn’t perfect?”

  “I think your eyelashes are too long. They caught the water at a bad angle,” said Ellie with a wink.

  He laughed and leaped on top of her, causing her to tip somewhat precariously in her deck chair.

  I got up immediately and lifted him off her by his still-small ribcage, hefting him over my head. He was four already, but I could still take him. When he let me. Usually, he was running circles around us. Total ball of energy, this one.

  We were lucky. Peter had had the last of his surgeries over a year earlier, and was now considered by all to be a completely healthy kid, with nothing more to worry about on the horizon. So his high energy levels were nothing but joy to us, even if we did have to rein him in sometimes.

  “Whoa, dude, easy. No jumping on Mommy, remember? We gotta be a little careful now.”

  “Oops, sorry, Momma. Sorry, baby. I won’t do it again.”

  Ellie grinned up at us and patted her baby bump. “It’s okay, honey. No harm, no foul.”

  I put on my mean voice. “El, don’t let him off the hook so easy. This kid needs to learn some respect.” I dropped him into an airplane hold, under the arms at my side. He immediately assumed the proper Superman flight pose, and I asked him, “What are you gonna do, next time you feel like jumping on your mother?”

  “I’m gonna jump on you instead!”

  “That’s acceptable.” Then I gave him the one-two-three swings before releasing him into a thrown-dive. Kid took to it like a fish.

  Ellie got up, stretched her arms over her head, and said, “I’m going in, dig up something for dinner. You want anything special?”

  I walked over to her, swept her up in my arms, and planted a long one on her luscious lips. She gave me some tongue play, too. “I got my special. Whatever you want.”

  She smiled at me, looking at my mouth, and whispered, “Later. I’ll have what I want later.”

  “Yeah, you will.”

  I was the luckiest bastard alive. And I knew it.

  THE END

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  By Zoey Parker

  I made her my hostage, my f*ck toy… and now, my wife.

  She crossed a line and almost got me killed.

  There’s a price to pay for that.

  And she’ll be paying it for a long, long time.

  I’ll make her see – from the handprint on her a** to the ring on her finger – that all of her belongs to me now.

  Billie thought she was tough.

  A bartender in a rough part of town – she’d seen it all, right?

  Wrong.

  She’s never seen nothin’ like me before.

  I’m all muscle and ink.

  I take what I want and f*ck it ‘til I’m finished.

  And my eyes just landed on her.

  The stupid broad almost got me and my crew arrested or, worse, killed.

  Who shows up to a bank robbery like it’s a spectator event?

  She needs to be taught a lesson.

  And I need to tie up this loose end.

  Against the wishes of my crew, I take her with me.

  They thought I should have killed her.

  But I have a better punishment in mind.

  I’m going to make Billie taste me.

  Submit to me.

  Cry for release at the top of her lungs.

  As we run through the desert, just steps ahead of the cops on our tail, I make her plead for mercy.

  She’ll take me as her master.

  Her husband.

  And, soon, the father of her child.

  Prologue

  Billie

  Billie Rosewood let out a sharp gasp as Carter's powerful hands slid behind her thighs, lifting her up and setting her down on top of the motel's small desk. Her naked ass still stung from where he'd slapped it moments before, and the hard wood beneath them made them ache.

  Carter's hands moved restlessly from Billie's legs to her back to her neck, finally sliding around to her chest so his rough fingertips could explore her erect nipples. His lips quested over her mouth, the side of her neck, and her shoulder. Her heart buzzed inside her chest at his touch.

  She'd wanted him from the moment she saw him.

  But in her wildest dreams, Billie could never have imagined it like this—in a no-name motel at the edge of the desert, with over a million dollars in cash and a massive .357 revolver on the bed, and lawmen at their heels.

  She was an outlaw now, notorious, a woman on the run. The excitement of it was making her wetter than she'd ever been before, almost as much as Carter's touch was. His brown hair gave off a dizzying scent of sunshine, sweat, and road dust as he kissed her breasts.

  “This is what you've needed from the start,” Carter murmured.

  “Oh God, yes,” Billie breathed. “Please don't stop.”

  Billie reached down between her legs, her fingers finding Carter's belt buckle and undoing it. She unzipped his fly and his cock emerged, pressing against her inner thigh eagerly. She stroked it slowly, relishing its warm throb against her palms as it grew even harder.

  “And you'll do anything for me, won't you?” His voice was husky with desire.

  “Anything,” she promised. “Anything at all.”

  Carter's mouth found hers again as he reached into his pocket. Billie heard the faint crinkle of the condom wrapper as he opened it, rolling the latex sheath down his shaft quickly. A moment later, Carter wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body as he penetrated her deeply.

  “Take it,” he hissed. “Take every fucking inch.”

  A low moan escaped Billie's lips. Every thrust seemed to set off fireworks in the core of her being, hissing and sparking and exploding outward to the tips of her fingers and toes. She wrapped her arms and legs around Carter as tightly as she could while their bodies rocked back and forth together, their rhythm growing faster, harder, more insistent with each new push.

  “Your pussy feels so good,” Carter whispered.

  “It's yours, baby,” Billie said softly, digging her fingernails into his back. “It's all yours.”

  Her tailbone slammed against the desktop over and over, sending bolts of pain up her spine. She knew that she'd be nursing a bad bruise later, but for now, each impact just made the whole experience seem more real and drove her closer to the edge.

  The top of Carter's cock rubbed against Billie's clit hard with every movement, and she felt herself growing light-headed as a pressure built inside of her, just waiting to be released. It spilled out in a warm gush a few minutes later, her orgasm soaking them both as she dug her fingernails into Carter's back.

  He inhaled sharply and came, biting the side of her neck hard enough to leave a mark she'd wear proudly afterward. She cried out, her sounds of passion mingling with his in the cramped motel room.

  Their bodies remained pressed together for a long time, heaving and quivering. Somewhere out in the desert, a coyote started to howl.

  Billie smiled.

  She knew exactly how that coyote felt.

  Chapter 1

  Billie

  Three Days Earlier

  Billie stood behind the bar a
t The Boot Hill Saloon and brushed her auburn hair back seductively, considering the proposition Clem Folsom had just made.

  Beneath the red bandana tied around her neck, there was a thin sheen of perspiration on her breasts. The first four buttons of her denim shirt were undone, and she saw Clem's pale blue eyes flickering from her face to her cleavage and back again. The shirt was tied up at the waist, revealing her flat tummy. Her jean shorts were so tiny that the flaps of her flat white pockets were fully visible, resting against her outer thighs.