Family Affairs_Volume 1

by Fiona Davenport

  I didn’t laugh. It was an epic struggle, but I didn’t laugh. I stuck my hand out. “Deal.” We shook and Maggie sighed happily, reaching out a hand to her mom. We all stood there for a few awkward minutes, and seeing as how that was already the atmosphere, I figured it was as good a time as any to bring up another awkward subject. Not for me, but it was sure to make my sweet Maggie blush.

  I cleared my throat. “Since Maggie is eighteen and I refuse to sleep without her, we figured it would be best to find our own place.”

  “Oh, but—” Bunny started to protest.

  “Bunny.” I gave her a knowing smile. “You and Maggie are similar in a lot of ways, and from the stupid look on Stanley’s face after you’ve been alone together, as well as the frequency of those instances, I can only imagine that she inherited her passionate nature from you.”

  Maggie’s fingers dug into my ribs, but I ignored the warning.

  “I don’t think anyone wants a repeat of what happened earlier.”

  Stanley’s faced turned red with embarrassment, pretty much matching the color of Maggie’s when I glanced down at her. Bunny however, threw her head back and laughed hysterically.

  Stanley frowned. “Until she has a ring on her finger, you will sleep in the guest room and she will sleep in her bedroom while you are in this house,” he commanded.

  “I figured you’d say that and I respect your wishes,” I countered. He looked mollified by my acceptance. “That’s why we’ve already found a place and started moving into it.”

  Again, Stanley sputtered, but eventually, his face registered acceptance. He looked at Maggie. “I love you as though you were my blood daughter, Magnolia. Your mom and I will always be here for you.”

  Maggie and Bunny both beamed at him while I breathed a sigh of relief that everything had worked out. I was sick of hiding things and I was ready to get my woman to our house and christen every room, making sure the walls were all embedded with the sound of her screams.

  “Thanks, Stanley. That means a—” Maggie halted mid-sentence and her hand flew to cover her mouth. Then she took off running. I followed right behind, entering the bathroom just as she dropped to the floor in front of the toilet and lost her breakfast.

  Well fuck. That was fast. I hid my grin as I knelt beside her and held back her hair. Bunny handed me a damp wash cloth while she and Stanley stood worriedly in the doorway.

  Maggie sat back after it seemed there was nothing left and I wiped down her face with the cool rag. I looked up at the couple in the doorway. “Could we have a minute?”

  Bunny dragged Stanley away and shut the door. I grabbed a cup of water and handed it to Maggie, which she took gratefully. “I wonder if the sushi from last night was bad,” she mused.

  “I’m not sick,” I reminded her, since we’d both eaten it.

  “Oh, right.” She seemed lost in thought for a minute and I wondered if I would have to spell it out for her. Then her eyes widened and her mouth formed a little O. “I couldn’t be…” she denied, shaking her head.

  “Baby doll,” I sighed. “I’ve been fucking you without a condom for two weeks. A lot. I’m surprised it happened this fast, but with the amount of come I’ve filled you with, I probably shouldn’t be.” Her cheeks pinkened and I couldn’t help chuckling.

  “But what about our plans?” She seemed torn between being happy and worried.

  “We’ll make it work, sweet Maggie. I’m going to give you everything you ever wanted. If that means taking a nanny with us all around the world, that’s what we’ll do.”

  A bright smile creased her face and she never looked more beautiful to me. “I love you,” she grinned happily.

  “Damn good thing since I’m never letting you go.”

  * * *

  “Fuck! You’re so tight!” I panted as I bucked my hips, my cock dragging along the walls of her pussy. “Nobody but me can hear you, baby doll. Let me hear how much you want me to make you come.”

  “Yes! Please, Harrison! Oh, yes!”

  She was so fucking hot when she begged. I sucked one turgid nipple into my mouth and gave it a deep pull. Her back arched and she cried out. “I want to live inside this pussy, baby doll,” I growled, fucking her harder. My balls were drawing up and my spine was tingling. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  I felt wilder tonight, almost feral. It seemed to be fueled by the knowledge that I’d done my job as a man and knocked up my woman. It was a good thing that we waited to take the test until we’d gotten to our place because the second it came up positive, I was on her.

  I slid my hands up her arms and wrapped her fingers around the headboard. “Hold on tight.” She gripped it and I moved my hands to her ass, lifting her and tightening her legs around my waist. Then I planted my fists into the bed, elbows locked, and dug my feet into the mattress for leverage. I began pounding into her so hard the bed slammed into the wall over and over.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed.

  “Oh fuck! Squeeze that pussy, Maggie. Yes! Fuck!”

  Dropping my head, I took her mouth in a rough, tongue twisting kiss and it pushed her over the edge with me following right behind.

  It took a while for us to come back down and when we did, I was still hard as a fucking rock. I flipped us over, still buried inside her so she was straddling me. “Ride me, baby doll,” I commanded gruffly. I held her hips and guided her into a steady rhythm of rising and falling on my cock. Her gorgeous fat tits were bouncing in my face and I was mesmerized by the sight.

  My hands slid around to cup her plump ass cheeks and I jerked her into me so I was hitting all the right spots every time she fell back down on my shaft. My eyes dropped to her flat belly and just like that, I exploded inside her with a roar. My orgasm fed hers and she screamed my name as she splintered apart.

  Later, we cuddled in bed, her naked body sprawled across mine and my hands rubbing lazy circles on her back. I was still deep inside her, despite being only semi-hard. I couldn’t bring myself to separate from her.

  “When are we going to tell them about the baby?” Maggie inquired softly. “Aren’t you supposed to wait until the third month or something?”

  She was probably right, but I knew myself better than that. I wouldn’t be able to hold out that long. “How about we tell them next weekend? We’ll have them over for dinner to celebrate and tell them then.”

  She placed her hands on my chest and lifted up to look at my face. “What will they think we’re celebrating?”

  I reached to my left and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out a little velvet pouch. “I was thinking that we could celebrate our engagement,” I told her as I dangled it in front of her by the drawstrings.

  Maggie gasped and stared at the little bag as it spun around. But, she made no move to take it.

  “Well?” I said impatiently.

  She raised an eyebrow and looked down her nose haughtily. “What?” she snapped without real malice. “Don’t you have something to ask me before I open my present?”

  I laughed, making Maggie’s body bounce on me and her walls clamped down on my cock in a reflexive action, making me instantly hard. I groaned and rocked against her.

  Maggie snapped her fingers in my face. “Focus, Harrison!”

  I couldn’t help chuckling again. “You are so fucking cute. You know that?” Her face glowed with pleasure, but she shrugged nonchalantly.

  Opening the pouch, I dumped a sparkling diamond ring into my waiting palm. “Magnolia Rose Bloom, I love you more than anything. I want the world to know without any doubt that you are mine, will always be mine. Will you marry me?”

  “Yes!” Maggie squealed and dove down for a deep, wet kiss. By the time she pulled back, we were both moaning from the friction where we were still joined. I slipped the ring on her finger and proceeded to make her give me the same one word answer over and over again throughout the night.

  Epilogue

  Maggie

  The clicking of his c
amera alerted me to Harrison’s presence before anything else did. It was a sound I’d quickly grown familiar with since he always seemed to have it in hand whenever we went on a trip. Cracking my eyes open, I placed a hand on my forehead to block out the sun so I could see his face when I looked up. “You’re back!”

  “I sure am,” he confirmed, flashing me a devastating grin as his gaze swept up and down my swimsuit-clad body. “And you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

  His eyes darted to the pool, scanning it quickly, before his smile turned into a frown. “Where are the girls?”

  “Off learning about traditional dances with Amara.” I pointed up at the balcony overlooking the pool. Two little blonde heads were barely visible, but Amara’s eyes were latched onto them as they all moved to the music that drifted down towards the pool. She was one of the babysitters on staff at the lodge, and she’d been a life saver for me over the past month. “They wore me out and leapt at the chance to dance their little hearts out for a little bit while Mommy took a quick nap.”

  Harrison crouched low, resting a hand on my still-flat lower belly. “It’s a good thing we’re heading home soon. I’ll feel better about the pregnancy once we can get you in to see your doctor.”

  “There’s nothing to worry about,” I reassured him. “I’m not that far along. There isn’t anything for the doctor to even do yet, except to tell me I’m pregnant, and we’ve already confirmed it with that test you got me. Although, I’m still not sure how you managed to get your hands on one while we’re in the middle of the Serengeti.”

  We were hours away from anything, surrounded by vast Acacia-studded grassland savannahs, riverine forests, swamps, hills and valleys. The lodge where we’d been staying was gorgeous, but the main attraction for most visitors were the countless species of wild animals and birds in the area. When Harrison had been invited to serve as the photojournalism expert for a well-respected African photo safari company, I’d begged him to say yes. It was a great opportunity since he only had to accompany one group for nine days and provide them with a behind-the-scenes perspective during their trip.

  We’d arrived in Africa two weeks early, giving us plenty of time to explore with Ginger and Rose. Ages two and four, they were quite the seasoned world travelers since we made it our mission to take them on trips several times a year. It started with an extended tour of Italy on an extended honeymoon, although, I hadn’t gotten the champagne Harrison had promised me since I was four months pregnant with Rose at the time. Since then, we’d been to ten different countries on four continents—well, five now since we’d finally made it to Africa.

  “Are you really surprised?” he asked. “You needed the test, so I made sure you had it.”

  “Like always.” It had been like that since the day we met, Harrison doing whatever it took to take care of me. Making my dreams come true with all the adventures a girl could want and the growing family I’d always dreamed about. “But this time around, you get to tell my mom and step-dad that you knocked me up again.”

  “Bunny will be thrilled,” he chuckled, knowing damn well that he was right. My mom had taken to the role of grandma like she was born to it. “But I have a feeling Stanley is going to threaten my balls.”

  “That’s what you get for getting me pregnant while we’re in the wilds of Africa. You know how worried he gets, especially when we take the girls with us.” Stanley was an amazing grandfather to the our daughters, but he was also quite the worrywart—which he liked to say was because he had to do double duty as their uncle too. “And if it’s finally a boy this time, I just might let him have your balls since we won’t need them anymore.”

  “Oh, yeah?” he huffed.

  I cocked my head at him sassily before giggling. “Maybe not. I think I might want one more out of you either way.”

  “Whatever you want, baby doll.”

  Little did we know, he’d already given me the boy I wanted, along with another baby girl. Fraternal twins to round out our family.

  My Father’s Rival

  Fiona Davenport

  Prologue

  Bridget

  Nudging the kitchen door open with my foot, since I was holding two glasses of sweet tea in my hands, I stopped dead in my tracks and it almost smacked me straight in the face. When I’d arrived back at the compound, one of the prospects told me that I’d have to wait to talk to my dad because he was busy. I wasn’t surprised since I was used to playing second fiddle to club business. It wasn’t that my dad didn’t love me––he absolutely did––but he had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders as president of the Hounds of Hellfire MC.

  Instead of complaining, I decided to make a batch of my dad’s favorite drink—besides whiskey or beer. I was hoping it would soften him up a little for whatever he’d called me to the clubhouse to talk about. Only I was shocked that his meeting was with the last person I ever expected to see there.

  Jared “Mac” MacKenzie.

  President of the Silver Saints MC.

  My father’s rival.

  And my secret crush ever since I first laid eyes on him a year ago.

  He was twenty years older than me, but that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about what it would be like to be with him. To run my fingers through his light brown hair. Feel those muscles under my hands. Trace his tattoos with my fingers. Maybe my tongue, too. To feel his beard scrape against my skin as he claimed my mouth. And to tilt my head back and stare into his pale green eyes and find them looking at me instead of through me like I wasn’t even there.

  He didn’t notice me gawking at him as he stormed through the clubhouse, slamming the door on his way out. Had no idea I took several steps forward, following after him until I heard the roar of his motorcycle’s engine. Would never know that I flinched when my dad called out my name because it pulled me out of my Mac stupor and brought me back to reality. The one where I knew I’d never have a chance with him.

  “As if there was even a remote possibility of that ever happening,” I mumbled to myself as I changed direction and headed to my dad’s office. A man like Mac had no interest in a girl like me, no matter how much dreaming I did about him. And if he ever did, my dad would put a stop to it anyway. If I wasn’t sure about it before, the thunderous look on his face when I found him sitting behind his desk would have convinced me that it was hopeless.

  “Hey, Daddy. I made you some tea,” I said softly as I held a glass out to him.

  “Thanks, princess,” he grumbled, taking the drink from me before he pointed at a chair. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

  I did as he asked, just like always, crossing my ankles and smoothing the knee-length skirt of my sundress over my legs after I got settled in my seat. “Is everything okay?”

  “No. Not even close.” My heart started to hammer in my chest at his response. My dad wasn’t one to show weakness; not even with me. Seeing the scared look on my face, he heaved a deep sigh. “But it will be. Things are fucked up right now, but I’ll figure a way out of it. I always do.”

  I couldn’t imagine a situation that would get the best of him, so I was quick to agree. “I’m sure you will, Daddy.”

  “In the meantime, I need you to stick close to home more than usual. The boys will keep an eye on you, like they always do.”

  “I’m supposed to start my new job next week,” I reminded him. A feeling of dread started to creep over my skin.

  “It’ll be easier on all of us if you’re here or at the house instead of running around town. The job can wait.”

  “But–”

  “I’m not asking you, Bridget. I’m telling you,” he growled.

  “I don’t think they’ll be able to hold the job for me if it’s going to be more than a week. The library’s already short-staffed, and I was lucky they were willing to give me a week off after graduation before I started.” My hands twisted in my lap as I silently pleaded with him to understand. I really wanted this job.

  His deep blue eyes, the exact same c
olor as mine, held a hint of apology. But his face looked like it was carved from stone. “I know how much you were looking forward to working there, but your safety comes first. And I can’t risk having you in town that much right now.”

  “Does this have something to do with the Silver Saints MC?”

  “It’s club business, princess.” Which meant I wasn’t going to get any more of an explanation about what was going on; not even if I lost my job over the situation. Whatever it was. “Stick close to home. Stay alert. And stay the fuck away from anyone in a Silver Saints cut. Especially Mac.”

  Chapter One

  Mac

  “Fucking Hounds,” I grunted as I used my fist to open the door to my office. It flew back and smashed into the wall, startling the tall, lanky man sitting behind my desk.

  Kyle “Scout” West, my VP, took one look at my face and frowned fiercely. “He refused?”

  I lifted my chin as I rounded the desk and he stood to vacate my spot. “Wouldn’t fucking budge.” Flopping down into my chair, I stifled the impulse to smash something else. “Barely acknowledged he even knew about the incident.”

  Three days ago, Logan, my Road Captain, ended up in the hospital after a fight broke out at a local street race. Seemed he’d stepped in when another man got too rough with a woman, and the other man had brought a baseball bat into the brawl.

  All we knew about the motherfucker was that he had been wearing a Hounds of Hellfire cut and Logan was in a fucking coma so he couldn’t call out the bastard.

  I wanted retribution—to teach the fucker how to treat a woman and to never mess with a Silver Saint unless they wanted the wrath of the entire MC to rain down on them. But the only way to figure out the identity of the club member was through their Prez. None of his members would betray the brotherhood.