Torin (Savage Kings MC Book 3)

by Lane Hart

  There, in the same room where we accidentally conceived our son, it hits me that we may have just created another life together.

  And I’m not sure if I wouldn’t change a single thing about either night even if I could.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Lexi

  “Good morning,” Torin says after my stomach growls loud enough for him to assume I’m awake. And I am, have been for half an hour. My bladder is about to burst, but I didn’t want to move, not when Liam is still asleep, and it feels so nice to have Torin’s warm body pressed against me with his arm around my waist holding me tight.

  “Morning,” I reply.

  Ever since that night at the club, he’s been sleeping in my bed with me. We didn’t even have a conversation about it — he just followed me inside that night, stripped down and climbed under the covers. After he fucked me two more times, we fell asleep and didn’t wake up until Liam cried. That’s been the routine for over a month now.

  I haven’t been back to Avalon since that night either, but I have been working. Torin was the one who even suggested that I help out with ordering alcohol and supplies for all the Savage King establishments. Mostly, I just check in with the bar management a few times a week and then submit the orders online. It’s not much, but it gets me out of the house and puts money in my own bank account. Cynthia, one of the girls from the clubhouse, turned out to be an awesome babysitter who is happy to stay with Liam for a few hours whenever we need her to.

  “Want me to go make something for breakfast?” Torin asks. I feel his hard cock prodding my backside and know he really wants something besides food right now.

  “Afterward,” I look over my shoulder and tell him with a smile.

  “After,” he agrees with his own grin, and then his oversized tee that I’m wearing is pulled up and off. Torin’s lips find my neck while his rough hands caress down my stomach and his fingers tease me between my legs.

  As soon as it becomes obvious that I’m ready to take him, he removes his hand and I hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper. Once he’s covered and ready, Torin lines his cock up and enters me from behind.

  “God, that’s good,” he groans as he starts to move slowly in and out of me, taking his time as he plunges every inch of his shaft inside me before retreating.

  My lower belly tightens but also starts to churn at the same time.

  “I couldn’t get enough of you if I stayed buried in your tight, wet pussy all day and night,” Torin tells me. His large hand comes up to cup one of my breasts that feels even more sensitive than usual. When he squeezes my nipple between his finger and thumb, I feel a tug all the way down to my core.

  “Torin,” I moan as that now familiar pressure builds thanks to weeks of mind-blowing orgasms from this man. “I’m so close,” I tell him.

  “Here,” he says when he grabs my hand and shoves it between my legs. “Let me show you how to get yourself off. You feel how dripping wet you are for me?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I gasp as his fingers press mine down where our bodies are joined.

  “Get your fingers wet and then rub little circles on your greedy, little clit,” he says, moving them up and applying pressure.

  “Oh, god,” I moan as my inner walls clamp down on his invading length.

  “Just like that,” he whispers. “Rub yourself while you squeeze my cock.”

  “Feels so good. Don’t stop,” I beg him when my hips start to rock into his thrusts even harder.

  Torin lets go of my hand to raise my leg, and then he starts pounding into me harder and faster while I keep touching myself.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as he leans over to kiss my lips. “Seeing your hand between your legs while I’m inside you, I can’t take any more, Lexi.”

  “I’m coming,” I warn him. “I’m coming!” I scream just as the tidal wave washes over me, dragging me under until I’m drowning in the pleasure.

  But this time, I don’t stay under as long as I usually do. I’m fighting to the surface when that churning in my stomach moves higher and higher.

  The last thing I hear is Torin’s grunts and groans as he comes before I shoot out of bed and race for the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet before I start puking my guts out.

  “Lexi?” Torin calls out. “Damn, baby. Are you okay?” he asks when he smooths my hair back and holds it up off my shoulders while I continue to retch.

  After the heaves finally stop, I ease back on my knees and grab some toilet paper to wipe my mouth.

  “Feel any better?” Torin asks when he crouches down in front of me and rubs a cool rag over my face and down my neck.

  I shut my eyes and try to determine the answer to that question as I listen to my bubbling gut. It seems to be simmering down.

  “Yes, actually I do,” I answer when I look back at Torin.

  “Good,” he says with a small smile while he continues to wipe my face. “When was your last period?”

  “Huh?” I ask as I rear back from him and use the tub to pull myself up to my feet. Did he just ask me about my period? He’s got to be joking.

  “Your last period, Lexi. When was it?” he asks calmly, his forest-green eyes dead serious on mine.

  “I-I dunno. A few weeks ago?” I answer while going over to the sink to brush my teeth and trying to do the math in my head.

  “How many weeks? Are you late?” Torin asks.

  When I’m finished brushing, I put my toothbrush in the holder and then turn to face him again. “It’s way too early to be talking about this with you,” I tell him. “Can you just give me a few minutes to get cleaned up?” I ask since we’re both naked and I really want a shower.

  “Do you want me to go get you a test?” he asks, towering over me, refusing to budge.

  “A test?”

  “A pregnancy test,” he clarifies. “It’s been, what, five or six weeks since we fucked at Avalon without a rubber?”

  “What?” I gasp as a million thoughts rush into my head. “That was…that was just the one time we didn’t use a condom. I mean, what are the odds…”

  “I’m guessing the same odds as the ones when Liam was conceived,” Torin replies, his lips twitching like he wants to laugh.

  “This is not funny,” I tell him with a poke to his hard chest.

  “I didn’t say it was. But it’s not exactly a surprise,” he remarks.

  “You think I could be pregnant? Again? I just…we just…I don’t feel so good,” I mutter before I go over and slam the toilet lid down to sit on it.

  “Lexi, it’s gonna be okay,” Torin says when he kneels down and wraps his arms around me. “You don’t have to do it alone this time. I’ll be here for you.”

  “Liam’s just a baby!” I squeak before the tears overflow from my eyes. “Another one means I’ll never get any sleep again!”

  “Yes, you will,” he murmurs into my hair while his hand rubs my back.

  “We…we barely know each other. Th-things are already awkward between us. What are we gonna do if I’m pregnant?” I ask.

  “Things are not awkward between us, not lately at least,” he answers. “And it’s not like we’re running out of space here or can’t afford to feed another mouth.”

  “It’s not just another mouth. It’s a child. Our child that we’ll have to raise.”

  “Yeah, and we’re already getting practice. We’re gonna be pros in the second round. It’ll be easy. And Liam will have a brother or sister to grow up with and play with.”

  “Oh, what do you know?” I sob into his bare chest. “You’re just a jackass who is…who is…ridiculously fertile. I should’ve shot your balls off when I had the chance.”

  Torin simply laughs at my insult before he picks me up and carries me back to the bed where he tosses me down and falls on top of me, both of us still naked from our morning romp. In fact, his cock is already hard again, pressing against my entrance since my legs spread for him like a pair of automatic doors.

  �
��How can you be horny when I could be knocked up again?” I scoff.

  “Because you’re gonna grow a big, beautiful belly and everyone is gonna know I’m the lucky son of a bitch who got to put a baby in you. Again,” he says placing a hand on my stomach and trailing kisses down my neck.

  “Did you knock me up so that I can’t go back to dancing?” I ask, a smile starting to form on my lips because this man makes my heart swell.

  Torin raises up to look down on me and says, “No, but I should’ve thought of that. Might have been better than trying to make you jealous before you agreed to quit.”

  Reaching up, I grab a handful of his hair and jerk on it hard to bring his lips down on mine because I have to kiss him. He’s impossible to resist. Torin places a soft kiss on my lips before he takes control, wrestling both of my wrists into one of his hands and pinning them above my head on the mattress.

  “I’m gonna torture a few more orgasms out of you, and then I’m gonna make you breakfast before I go get you a pregnancy test,” he declares.

  “Torture away,” I agree with a smile as I lift my hips to rub myself on his eager shaft.

  With a growl, his mouth covers my right nipple and suckles on it while his cock tries to bury itself inside me. I don’t make it easy, bucking away and squirming to make him wait. He finally uses his free hand that’s not restraining me to venture down and pump his fingers in and out of me until I’m begging for his cock to take over the job. He slams home so hard the wind is knocked out of me. Then, his hand that’s pinning down both of my wrists relaxes his hold so that he can link our fingers above my head and squeeze them tight.

  “You’re mine, baby,” he growls, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “And I’m gonna enjoy reminding you of that every single fucking day.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Torin

  “Mommy’s about to find out if you’re gonna have a brother or sister,” I whisper to Liam as I pace around the living room with him on my shoulder, waiting for Lexi to come out of the bathroom. “Is it crazy that I want another kid, even though it means twice as many stinky diapers?” I ask him, and he coos his response. “Thought so.”

  Looking at the clock on the wall, I see that it’s ten minutes until our Kings meeting, but I guess I’m gonna have to be late. There’s no way I can leave until I know…

  Lexi comes out of the bedroom, and her face is lowered so it’s unreadable. When she holds up the blue and white stick to show me, there are no lines or pluses, zero room for doubt seeing the word “Pregnant” written on it.

  For a few seconds, I’m lost in a flashback, walking into the bathroom where Kennedy is standing with a row of sticks. “What the hell is all this?” I had snapped at her, knowing what the tests were but not understanding why she needed to take one. We’d always been careful and never slipped up even once.

  “This is us having a baby,” Kennedy had told me.

  “No,” I had told her with an emphatic shake of my head. “There must be some mistake!”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks before she yelled back at me. “Why do you think I took so many tests?” she asked. “I knew you were gonna be pissed and think I did this on purpose when I’m just as shocked as you are!”

  Still unable to believe it, I told her, “Take another one.”

  Kennedy let out a bark of non-humorous laughter. “The outcome won’t change, Torin! Do you think I wanted to have a kid with you when you’ve been so…I have no clue what your problem is lately, but I know you’ve been pulling away from me! Do you regret marrying me?”

  The truth was that there was a little part of me that did regret that decision, mostly because I hadn’t been able to admit to Kennedy what happened at the club the night of my bachelor party, but also because I couldn’t get rid of the gut feeling that we were making a mistake. That she was making a mistake when she said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me.

  “You do!” she sobbed before she sank to the floor of the bathroom. “You don’t love me, and now…now I’m pregnant…”

  Seeing her so upset made it impossible for me to breathe. “I love you, Kennedy. I love you so damn much it hurts,” I had told her before I kneeled and wrapped her in my arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I yelled. It’s just…I just…you have to give me some time to wrap my head around all this.”

  “You’re lying!” she had called me out.

  “No, I’m not. I love you and you’re going to be an amazing mother,” I had told her. “I mean, do you want to be a mother?” I asked with panic crawling up my throat at the idea of her ending the pregnancy, ending the life we created together. While I may have been blindsided with the notion, I think I could eventually get there. I think I could see myself with a daughter or a son…

  “I’m keeping the baby,” Kennedy had declared.

  “Good, that’s good,” I had told her. “I want you to. We’re gonna be fine. We’ll just buy a bigger house and have plenty of room for him or her too.”

  “Are you sure?” she had looked up and asked through the tears.

  “Absolutely,” I had lied. I had no clue what else to say but knew she needed me to tell her it was fine, that we were fine.

  “Torin?” Lexi’s voice snaps me back to the third time in my life that I’ve been told I’m going to be a father. It’s no less scary than the other two times, but for some reason it’s getting easier for me to accept the responsibility, to actually crave more of it. “Torin, what are we gonna do?”

  “We’re gonna have another baby,” I reply before I pull her to me with my free arm and hold her and Liam at the same time. And for a moment, I think everything is gonna be great, but then I feel Lexi’s shoulders shaking and hear her sniffles.

  “You’re not okay with this?” I ask when I pull back to see her face.

  “I am. I’m just…wow, you know?” she says when she wipes away the tears. Reaching up to rub Liam’s small tuft of dark hair, she adds, “It’s a lot to take in, but I’m happy.”

  “I am too,” I tell her honestly. “Let’s just take things one day at a time, all right?”

  Lexi nods her head and then smiles up at me. I lean down to give a brief kiss, before I tell her, “I know it’s bad timing, but I have to get to the clubhouse for a meeting. You and Liam want to come with me?” I ask.

  “Actually, I was thinking I probably need to try and get a doctor’s appointment. Make it official and all, you know?” she asks.

  “Sure, yeah,” I agree. I want her to make sure her and the baby are both healthy.

  “Want me to take Liam with me while you do that?” I offer.

  “If you don’t mind? It may be hard to hold him with my feet in stirrups.”

  “That shouldn’t turn me on, should it?” I joke.

  “No!” Lexi laughs and slaps at my chest playfully. “Let me get his diaper bag ready.”

  When she turns to walk back to the nursery, I ask her, “Do you want me to go with you to the doctor?”

  “Not this time,” she turns around and replies. “I think it’ll just be blood work and a physical exam. But next time, for the ultrasound?” she asks with a grin.

  “Definitely,” I agree.

  “Shouldn’t take but half an hour or so, and I’ll come by the clubhouse afterward. This will finally give me a chance to drive the ridiculously expensive car you bought me.”

  “Good,” I say. She’s barely touched the damn Mercedes since I gave her the keys to it weeks ago.

  …

  “Sorry I’m late,” I say when I walk into the chapel and toss Liam’s diaper bag down beside my chair.

  “Dude, there’s a kid stuck to you,” Dalton remarks.

  I chuckle and give him the middle finger. “Lexi needed me to watch Liam, so deal with it,” I tell the guys sitting around the table.

  “Yeah, well, you should’ve asked Sasha to babysit,” Chase says. “She’s talking about wanting a kid already, so I hope Liam’s screaming cries will hold her o
ff a few more months.”

  “Amen,” Abe says. “Mercy’s been talking about wanting rugrats too. And while I don’t mind practicing the conception part, I’m not ready for the whole kid attached to the hip thing. No offense.”

  I nearly blurt out that Lexi is pregnant again, but figure I should wait until after her doctor appointment confirms it.

  “I can still kick your ass even while holding my kid,” I joke with Abe, which we both know is a lie since he’s big as fuck. “Now, let’s get started. Any updates on what’s left of Hector’s crew?”

  “Not a peep,” Reece informs us.

  “That’s good news. Maybe they’re still fighting each other over who gets to take over,” I say. “Have you heard anything about what the cops did with Holden after they hauled him out of here?”

  “I checked the database,” Reece says. “They took him to the hospital. He had to stay for a while. Then they booked him on an outstanding warrant.”

  “What?” Chase demands. “I didn’t hear anything from Jade about this. What did they dig up on him?”

  “I’ll have to go look at it again to get specifics,” Reece replies. “And I can’t remember his real name. It was something goofy. He had warrants for some assaults down in Florida. Anyhow, last I checked they were extraditing him down there but it was gonna take some time to get the paperwork. I don’t know if he made bail once they got him there. I haven’t checked in a few days.”

  “What’s the plan if we see him again in our neck of the woods?” War asks me.

  “Send out the word to all our charters. If anyone spots him in any of our territories, he’s a dead man. We showed mercy and let him live, but if he ever pops back up, he’s to be killed on sight,” I order.

  Every brother at the table nods in agreement. Sax says, “I’ll send out word after the meeting.”