by LeAnn Ashers
“Let’s ride!”
We all file out and climb onto our bikes. The prospects put the guy in the van. The gate opens. Kyle rides in the front and we follow him, the van taking the back.
Thirty minutes later, we are outside the club that belongs to the Devils Slaves. The men pile out of the building and stare us down. I hear the van open, but I don’t take my eyes off them. My hand is resting on my gun, ready for anything.
A body hits the ground, and I look over to see their member on the ground, his bag of fingers still in his mouth.
That’s some funny shit. I can’t believe he kept that shit in his mouth. One of the members steps forward, and Butch throws a knife, which catches the man’s shirt end and pins him to the building.
“Come into our town again, we won’t be as lenient next time. Fuck with us again, death is something you will beg for.”
Kyle raises his hand, and then we are back on the open road.
Now to get back to my woman.
Holy Magic Mike. That man can move!
I hear the door opening, and when I look over, Jordan is staring at the screen and then back at me. Well, I’ll be damned, I must be in trouble again.
“Honey, if you want to watch someone dance like that, all you have to do is ask.”
My mouth pops open, and Jordan stalks to me. He is really going to do that? He picks me up and sets me on the coffee table. He clicks some buttons and the song “Pony” from Magic Mike comes on.
Oh my God, he is!
I laugh as he takes off his shirt and his cut. Then he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down until he’s in only his underwear.
He grins at me before he stands, moving his stomach and his hips like Mike did in the movie. I burst out laughing, and he pulls me off the coffee table and starts taking my clothes off.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I want my woman.”
That was his answer, so I help him take my clothes off.
Once we are completely naked, I press my lips to his and he cups my jaw. His hands wrap around my thighs, and I jump, my legs going around his waist. My back hits the wall, and I feel Jordan’s hand between my legs.
“Soaked,” he growls and then captures my lip, biting.
Gasping at the pain, I open my eyes and look into his eyes. I feel him touching my entrance. “Do it,” I breathe and arch my neck.
He kisses up my neck. He slowly lowers me onto him.
“Mmm,” I moan and tighten myself around his neck.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and his head hits my shoulder. He presses me harder against the wall.
I feel him slowly pull out and slide back in. “Harder.” I grab his ass, pressing him fully into me.
“You asked for it, angel.”
Then he fucks me into the wall, completely letting himself go.
What do I do?
Hang on for the ride.
The pleasure is through the roof, and there are no words to describe it. All I can do is fucking hang on—literally.
“Angel, what do you want to be in life?”
Shifting my head on his chest, I trail my hands up and down his sides. “Hmm, I always wanted to be a mother. I wanted to be that mom that baked cookies every day. I just never thought of anything else. I know it’s not a doctor or really anything important, but it’s what I want to do.”
Jordan sits up and pushes me down on the bed until I’m on my back. “Angel.” His thumb runs over my bottom lip, his eyes meeting mine. “Being a mother is the most important job in the whole world.” He smiles. “It’s a good thing though, because I plan on you being barefoot and pregnant for the next couple of years.”
I laugh out loud and kiss him. “That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.”
“You are correct.” He smacks my ass and I laugh again.
I love seeing this side of him. I love every side of him, including the parts that are alpha crazy.
“Angel, try this on.”
When I look up from the rack of pajamas at Victoria’s Secret, Jordan is holding an itty-bitty thing that will barely cover anything.
“Jordan,” I start, but he sets the panties on my arm.
“Wear these for me so I can tear them off you later.”
Blushing, I look at the panties then nod. I would like that very much.
“Well, I have never!” a woman says very loudly.
Turning around, I see a woman in her upper thirties looking at me—well, looking down at me is more like it. Which immediately pisses me off. Way the hell off. I don’t get why someone has to act better than someone else. Don’t like what we are saying? Leave.
“Something wrong?” I hand my stuff to Jordan then cross my arms across my chest. I glare at this woman, letting her know I am not in the fucking mood.
“Yes. It was absolutely disgusting talking like that in a”—she stops and looks around the room—“public place. You guys are disgusting. Biker trash.”
I burst out laughing. Is she serious? “Darlin’, get the fuck over yourself. You’re just fucking jealous that you have a stick so far up your ass a man can’t even get up there.”
Jordan touches my back, and I feel him shaking. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I see Jordan shaking with laughter.
“Well, you have a nasty vagina.” She moves her head side to side.
I burst out laughing again. She wants to play this game? Let’s do it.
Rolling my eyes to the ceiling, I say, “Honey, at least mine isn’t a never-ending tunnel. Yours is like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.”
“Fuck, angel.” Jordan bursts out laughing.
She glares at me. “Well! You bitch!” she screams and runs away.
After turning around, I lean against Jordan, laughing my ass off. That was the best moment of my life.
“I fucking love you,” he says through his laughter.
I wipe under my eyes and look around the room. I see the bitch coming back with a puny-looking man by her side. He has a pissed-off expression on his face. Uh oh.
“You’re the bitch that said my wife was a whore?”
Well, shit has hit the fan.
Jordan walks out in front of me, into the man’s face, right in the middle of Victoria’s Secret. His hand wraps around his throat. “Watch your motherfucking mouth before I make you eat your words.”
The man pales and grabs his wife. Jordan lets his throat go. The puny man turns around and pulls his wife with him, running.
“Well, that was interesting.”
“You just fucking won my heart, angel.” He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “Hot dog,” he mutters against my head.
I smack him on the chest. It sounded epic at the time.
“Angel, we need to stop and get you a pregnancy test.”
What did he just say? When was the last time I had my period?
Holy shit. It was two weeks before we had sex for the first time. Why didn’t I think of this? Especially with as many times as Jordan has said he wants to have kids with me.
“Come on, angel.”
I dutifully follow behind him, thinking back to when I had my period and how long it’s been since we had sex.
It’s been two and a half months.
Oh my God! Why didn’t I think of this?
I don’t remember Jordan paying or us walking out of the mall and into the parking lot. I’m lost in my head.
“Baby, don’t overthink it.”
I nod, and he kisses me on the lips before helping me onto the bike. This could be the last time on the back of his bike.
I’m so anxious and nervous.
He pulls over to a Walgreens, and I nervously lick my lips. He helps me off, and we walk hand in hand inside. We walk past a few aisles before I spot the pregnancy tests.
Jordan grabs five of the digital ones that say directly if you are pregnant or not.
Are we really doing this?
How am I supposed to feel?
Or think?
I set the pregnancy tests on the bathroom counter and step back into our bedroom, straight into Jordan’s arms. I hide my face in his chest and wait.
A few minutes
“I will go check, angel.” He leaves me on the edge of the bed.
I’m shaking uncontrollably, my nervousness taking a toll on me. He walks inside the bathroom and back out a second later. I gaze at his face, looking for an expression to give me an idea of the results.
A smile breaks out across his face, and my heart stops.
“Jordan?” I stand up.
“You’re having my baby.”
“Oh my God.” I sob and run to him.
He sinks to the floor with me on his lap as I cry and cry. I’ve always wanted to be a mother. I want it more than anything, but I am also so scared. What if I screw up? What if I am not a good mother? All of these what-ifs flow through my mind.
“Angel, I love you and I know you’re scared, but don’t be. You’re going to be the best fucking mom in the whole world.”
At his words, I settle down and wipe under my eyes. It will be okay because I’m with Jordan. He completes me, and with him, I can do anything. Leaning back, I kiss him softly. His hand cups my jaw, and I feel him shaking with emotion also.
Everything will be okay. I know that it will.
I’m going to be a mother!
I smile against his lips, and he pulls back, his eyes glowing with happiness.
“I am going to be a mom,” I tell him, smiling.
He grins and stands up with me. He carries me over to the bed and sets me down, pulling my shirt off. Then he gently pushes me onto my back, against the bed.
He touches my stomach, and butterflies swarm in my stomach. I put my hand on top of his, slipping my fingers in between his.
“My baby is in there,” he says in awe. He looks up at me, that same awe on his face.
“Yeah,” I whisper and softly smile at him.
I have a baby in me.
“We made this,” I whisper, and tears fill my eyes.
“We did, my angel.” He leans down and kisses my stomach.
Throwing my arms across my face, I hide my tears. I feel so emotional right now. I’m going to be a mom.
“Let me love you, angel.”
Nodding, I sit up and pull his shirt over his head. He strips me out of my clothes, and I take him out of his.
Alisha is pregnant with my kid.
Fuck yes.
Now, she’s naked and spread out for me to do as I please. God, I love this woman. Reaching between her legs, I make sure she is ready for me. She’s soaked. I enter her slowly, drawing it out.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
She tightens herself around me. “I love you, Jordan,” she whispers, her face soft and her eyes shining with emotion.
This woman is mine, fully and completely. And I will be the only one who will fully have her.
This man is everything. He is making love to me slowly, gently, and it’s like he’s treasuring every single moment.
I love this man so much. There are no words.
I touch his face, and he bends down until he’s resting on his forearms, his head to my neck. I run my hands up and down his back.
“I love you, Jordan.” I kiss his cheek.
He leans forward, his gaze connected with mine. “I love you too, my angel.”
“Twins!”
Twins? I look at the lady like she is absolutely out of her mind. I am at the OBGYN, who happens to be Chrystal’s sister.
Last night, I found out I was pregnant and Jordan scheduled an appointment this morning so I could be checked out and make sure everything is okay with the baby.
This woman just told me I was pregnant with twins. Not one baby, but two.
“What did you just say?” I ask her, and Jordan squeezes my hand.
She smiles at me and points at the screen. She shows me two different little beans on the screen. Holy shit. I’m having twins. Tearing up, I look at Jordan.
He’s grinning from ear to ear. “Damn, I have some super swimmers. Knocked you up the first time we did it, and on top of that, I knocked you up with two babies.” He gloats and winks at the doctor.
I burst out laughing. This man is too much.
She sets me up with some prenatal vitamins and a booklet to give me some info. We leave, and Jordan gently lifts me into his truck.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He kisses the back of my hand. “To the baby store.”
Yes! I want to see what kind of baby things they have. I put my hand on my belly, rubbing slightly. I cannot believe I have two babies inside me.
“I’m pregnant with two babies,” I say stunned.
I’m pregnant with twins. My God.
“Yes, you are, angel.”
I’m so happy. It just hit me. My life is so different now, and I wouldn’t change anything. Looking over at Jordan, I know I’m happy because I have him. I love this man.
He looks over at me, then back at the road, then back at me again. “What’s the matter, angel?”
“I just love you.” I lean over and kiss him on the cheek.
He slips his hand from mine, reaches under my shirt, and settles his palm on my stomach. “My babies.”
Those darn butterflies swarm in my belly again, and I smile.
We enter the baby store, Jordan with his hand on the small of my back. I spot a rack of baby clothes and immediately walk away from him to inspect it all.
Jordan comes up beside me and starts looking at the clothes with me. They are so tiny! My babies are going to be so tiny! I pick up a onesie that says Daddy’s baby girl.
“Aww, Jordan, look!” I hold the onesie up for him to inspect.
He flashes me a blinding smile. “We’re getting this.” He puts it in the buggy.
“What if we aren’t having a girl?”
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “We’re having a boy and a girl.” He kisses me on the top of my head.
“If you say so!” I tell him loudly and look through more of the clothes. I get a couple of things for a baby boy and a couple for a girl.
We walk through the store, inspecting everything they have and deciding what we will need to get. We are going to need two of everything. I get more excited the more we walk through the store.
“There is so much we need to get.” I stare at all the car seats. There are so many to choose from.
Oh man, I just realized we must have a vehicle that has two middle seats. We have time to worry about that later.
“Jordan, I don’t want to tell anyone until we are out of the first trimester.” I don’t want to think bad thoughts because it’s crushing me just thinking about it, but it’s life. I just found out last night, and it’s real now.
Jordan sets the stuffed motorcycle on the counter and turns around to face me. He cups my jaw. “Angel, everything will be okay.”
As he kisses me softly, I close my eyes, basking in his touch. One hand leaves my face, and I feel his palm on my stomach.
This is love. This is everything. Jordan is everything.
“Ride my face, baby,” Jordan says.
I am straddling his hips right now, naked as the day I was born, and he wants me to ride his face?
Jordan sees my confusion and smirks. I roll my eyes at him, waiting for him to tell me what’s up.
“Sit that pussy on my mouth.”
Shivers roll up my spine. Pushing my hair out of my face, I do as I was told. After crawling up his body, I stand up and then sit on his face. He grabs my hips and positions me on his face how he wants me. His tongue moves against my clit, the feeling intensified by a million.
It doesn’t take long for me to come. He grips my hips as he works me over, prolonging it. He gently lifts me off him until I’m on my hands and knees. He enters me with one thrust from behind, and I shudder. I’m swollen and he feels wa
y larger than usual.
“You love my cock, baby. With every thrust, you squeeze me harder,” he grounds out dirtily.
I bite my moan back. I push against him, and his hand lands on my ass cheek. I jump and moan. The pain is turning to pleasure, turning me on so much more.
“Come for me, angel.”
My toes curl, his thumb strokes my clit, and I fall over the edge. I fall onto my forearms, my body racked with aftershocks.
“Fuck!” he yells.
I feel him coming. I let out a shaky breath as he slides out. My thighs still shaking. He pulls me over on top of him. My head goes to the crook of his neck. I close my eyes.
“Sleep, angel.”
Nodding, I yawn.
I’m at the restaurant with Chrystal, Myra, Jean, and Kayla. We’re out for a girls’ day, getting our nails done and just relaxing.
Everybody is pregnant besides Myra, and I’m pretty sure she will be soon. I really want to tell them. Should I? I really want to!
“What are you thinking on so hard over there?”
Escaping my thoughts, I look over at Jean. Fuck it. “I’m pregnant with twins,” I blurt out.
Their eyes widen in shock before they break into huge smiles.
“AHHHH!” Kayla yells.
I laugh. Everyone hugs me.
“Damn, Jordan has got some super swimmers.”
Throwing my head back, I laugh at Jean. I hug her, and she sits back down. I love these women.
“Our kids are going to be growing up together,” Kayla pipes in.
Yes, all of our kids are going to be close together in age.
“Dude.” Jean busts out laughing and bangs her hand on the table. “Techy told me Alisha told a lady she was so loose it’s like throwing a hot dog down the hallway,” she tells everyone, and I notice a bunch of people looking in our direction.
I am going to kill Jordan! Why did he tell her that?
“Oh my God.” Kayla holds her stomach and laughs.
Everyone joins along. Fuck it. I join in, and I have to admit that it’s funny. That woman was a total snob! She thought she was better than I am and better than everyone. She needed to be brought down a couple of notches. People like that are nobody pretending to be someone and it pisses me off. They put their pants on one leg at a time like everyone else.