Rip's Baby: Hounds of Hades MC

by Nicole Fox

  She laughed. “Just . . . just don't do that again, okay?”

  “Square off with a Russian mob boss while I'm completely unarmed, you mean?”

  “Yeah,” she replied, brushing my hair off my forehead and touching my cheek, “that.”

  “You're no fun,” I said.

  “No fun, huh?” she asked before leaning down to kiss me.

  Her lips were like ambrosia as they touched mine. Sweet, beautiful, soft, wonderful as she groaned into my mouth.

  “I thought I lost you,” she said as she broke our kiss.

  “Lose me?” I asked, reaching out for her and pulling her up onto the bed. I felt weak, but not entirely helpless. “I was right where you left me.”

  She tried to slap my hands away. “Doctors say you need to rest,” she said, giggling as I put my hand on her thigh. I noticed she didn't slap that hand away, though. Instead, she just spread her legs a little farther.

  “I feel great,” I said as I pulled her on top of me, my hand still on her thigh, and climbing. “They've got me on a morphine drip.”

  “Goddamn you, Koen Baldwin,” she said, her exasperation turning into tantalization as my hand slid higher and found the front of her panties. She sucked in a breath as my fingers began to tease her, leaned down and kissed me again.

  We broke our kiss. “How about, instead of damning me, you just remind me why it's so wonderful to be alive?”

  Jace giggled. “Fine,” she agreed, and kissed me again. I moved my hand around, grabbed her panties' waistband and pulled them down her slim, shapely legs. “I can't believe we're doing this,” she whispered as we tossed her underwear aside and went back to kissing as my hand slipped back up between her thighs and found her sex.

  Whether she believed it, or not, my fingers could tell she was at least excited by it!

  She threw a leg over me and straddled my waist. Her hair fell like a curtain around my head as we continued to make out, my hands running up and down her back, pulling her skirt up in back.

  She reached down between us, got my gown out the way. She wrapped her hand around my already excited cock. “Don't go too crazy,” she whispered with a smile as she began to stroke me. “I don't want to pull out your stitches.”

  “Only bitches need stitches,” I said, grinning with a little help from the pain medication.

  With my gown out of the way, she lowered herself down my body. She redirected my manhood, parted her lips with my head.

  I groaned, the pleasure already adding to the meds. My eyes rolled back a little from the intensity of it. “Fuck, Jace, just put me inside you.”

  She pressed her lips to mine again as she lowered herself back onto my cock, consuming me with her hungry lips.

  It was like a little piece of heaven as she slipped over me like the purest sex ever. I tried to move my hips, but she put a hand on my chest, making me stop.

  “You try to get all rambunctious, babe,” she whispered with an evil look in her eyes, “and I'll go finish myself off in that chair over there instead. Promise.”

  “Oh,” I groaned as she slid up and down my length. “Would you make me watch?” I asked, images of her playing with herself in the hospital chair flooding my mind.

  “You wouldn't be allowed to touch yourself, either,” she said, kissing me again and pushing her tongue into my mouth.

  I groaned into her mouth, my tongue swirling around hers. I fought and kept my hips perfectly still. She rode me like a champ, soft and slow and smooth, making sure I could savor every nook and cranny of her beautiful pussy.

  Soon, her breath was coming faster, and we had to break our kiss so she could breathe. She worked her hips and legs, fucking herself a little faster on my tool, panting with the pleasure. She let out a loud, low groan as she ground herself on my cock.

  I felt her tighten around me, massaging my length as she shook in my arms.

  I was right behind her. I held her tighter, my arms refusing to release her ever again. I held her in place on my cock, my hips just barely thrusting as I emptied myself into her.

  We kissed again, moaning into each other as our bodies shook in our mutual orgasm.

  “God,” I whispered, “I do love you, Jace Spears.”

  # # #

  Jace

  “I love you, too, Koen Baldwin,” I whispered back before dropping my head on his chest. “Till the stars burn out, and the world is nothing but darkness.”

  “Hey,” her replied before kissing the top of my head, “stop stealing my lines.”

  I grinned, my cheek still pressed to his chest. “Stolen line, or not,” I said with a sigh, “I'm serious.” I pushed myself up a little and got up next to him in the bed. “I'll ride or do whatever crazy shit you got in mind, forever. No matter what.”

  “I think,” he said, one eyebrow raised, “we're gonna keep it to riding from here on out. I'm keeping the bike, but I'm putting the whole MC shit away. Definitely not running guns anymore, that's for damn sure.”

  I reached up, put the back of my hand to his forehead. “You sure you were feeling well enough to screw?” I asked in a mocking tone. “Or is that just the meds talking?”

  He laughed and batted my hand away. “Nah,” he said, “I'm serious, Jace. I wouldn't mind having a life where I don't get shot at, or have to worry about my friends getting murdered. First thing I need to do, though, is find some woman to make me an honest man.” He gathered up my left hand in his, squeezed it.

  I couldn't help but widen my eyes in surprise at his words. My heart jumped like I'd stuck a fork in an electric socket. Was he . . . was he really asking me?

  “So, how about it?” he asked, bringing my ring finger up to his lips and kissing it softly. “Will you marry me, Jace Spears?”

  “Y-yes! Of course I will!”

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Jace

  Like most little girls, I daydreamed about what my perfect wedding would look like. I'd be dressed in white, it'd be in the little church mom dragged us to on Christmas, and all my family would be there. My bridesmaids would all be wearing light pink dresses, because I loved pink back then. The flowers would be everywhere, so thick and full in their bouquets that you'd think we were in an arboretum with how strongly the place smelled. The minister would perform our wedding, his voice perfect, his readings on point.

  My man would be handsome, and tough, good with his hands, and a good kisser. Definitely a good kisser.

  At least, I got the prediction on my beau right!

  Together, Koen and I stood in our leathers on the balcony overlooking the barroom at Club Hellfire, the same landing where he and Happy had staged the coup six months before. Holding each other’s hands tightly, we stood in front of Happy, who was more proud than anyone to be officiating. Apparently, he'd handled all the weddings, and was a minister from some online church. But, hey, at least it was legal!

  Behind me stood Benji, still my best friend. Behind Koen stood Fed, who'd rejoined Fire and Brimstone.

  “Now, all y'all,” Happy called down to the crowd, “the bride and groom have written their own vows, and they'd like to say them to each other now. First, though, y'all got the rings?”

  Jace and Benji both stepped forward and handed the rings to Happy. He looked down at them and whistled before holding them up for the crowd to see. “Rings are symbols,” he declared. “Symbols of love, of vows meant never to be broken. They're precious things, made from precious metals stronger than the bones of any man, as strong as the vows we make when we join Fire and Brimstone.”

  The crowd murmured its approval.

  “May these rings serve as a physical symbol of their word, of their bond between each other,” he said, handing the rings to each of us.”

  He nodded to me. “Jace.”

  I glanced at Happy, smiling.

  I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to spill from the corners and start ruining my mascara. I fumbled with the plain tungsten wedding band we'd gotten for Koen,
but managed to slip it onto his finger.

  I went to speak, but couldn't. There was just too much swirling around in my breast, and I had to search for my voice, for the words I'd written so many days before.

  “Come on, girl!” shouted one of the bikers from down on the floor. “We got beer to drink!”

  “Hey!” I yelled back, finding my voice pretty damn quick. “Give a lady a moment!”

  The crowd burst into laughter and Koen grinned down at me, squeezing my hands in support.

  I licked my lips as I looked back into his eyes. “Koen, you found me at my worst, at my lower point ever. You picked me up, you dusted me off, you made me whole again.”

  My eyes began to water, began to swim as I watched his mist up.

  “With this ring, I promise that,” I continued, “as you and I ride down this road we call life, I will never forsake you, will never abandon you, will never let you go. I will pick you up, I will dust you off, I will keep you whole.”

  There, I'd said them. They were the truest words I've ever spoken. But, that's what love is, it's a kind of truth you carry in your breast. A kind of truth that can guide you to where you need to be, if you just let it. I'd been lost, acting wild and crazy. My love for this man had saved me.

  And I knew in my heart of hearts that agreeing to marry Koen Baldwin was the best, and smartest, decision I'd ever made.

  I glanced to Happy, and nodded to let him know I'd finished.

  “Koen? You ready, brother?”

  # # #

  Koen

  I hadn't taken my eyes from Jace since she walked into the bar, just like I hadn't been able to take my eyes from her since we met at the hotel.

  I took the wedding ring and slipped it over her ring finger. Smiling, we glanced into each other's eyes as it slid down her slender finger and settled in place.

  “Jace, I'm a prick and everyone knows it,” I said, pausing for the hoots and hollers of agreement to die down a little bit. “My ego's so big I should probably have a wide-load sign when I ride down the highway.” More laughter from the crowd as I gripped her hands tighter. “But, since I met you, I realized something. For a woman so little, you sure know how to cut a big guy like me down to size.”

  I watched as she blinked away tears.

  “We've both lost a lot in our lives,” I said, my voice as even as I keep it. “But I know that your momma, your brother Tommy, my Grandpa Xavier, and even old Gator Baldwin are up there in Heaven-”

  “Don't be so sure about where Gator's cooling his heels!” cried a voice from the first floor, and the whole place erupted in cheers and laughter.

  I turned back to the crowd, shouting, “Daddy's heels probably ain't cold, that's for damn sure!” The crowd roared as I turned back to Jace. “Like I was saying, though. All our family's looking down, watching us, and hearing what we're saying. And I promise, as much to them as I do to you, you'll be my one and only ‘til the end of time. I'll be by your side as you look out at the sunset, and I'll be your companion as we ride through life. I love you, Jace Spears. You're my ol' lady.”

  The crowd cheered as I finished up my vows.

  “Settle down!” Happy yelled down at the crowd. “We're almost done here, then we can get to the beer and brown liquor!”

  More cheers of agreement, that soon quieted themselves.

  “Love's a goddamned beautiful thing!” Happy exclaimed. “And, by the power vested in me by the Fire and Brimstone MC and the State of Louisiana, I pronounce y'all biker and wife! Now kiss that bride!”

  The whole bar erupted in cheers and roars of approval as I pulled Jace into my arms and kissed her. We pulled back, both grinning up into each other’s misty eyes.

  “Folks!” Happy called from beside us, his voice barely rising above the thunderous roar of the assembled guests. “May I present to you . . . Mr. and Mrs. Koen Baldwin!”

  Needless to say, things kinda devolved from there. Bikers love a good wedding. And the best biker weddings are the ones where the owner of your favorite bar's the one getting hitched. The party kept rocking late into the night.

  As we mingled with the crowd down below, and Fed, Benji, Jace, and I did a round of shots to celebrate, we got a real surprise. And the best wedding gift ever.

  “Congratulations, guys,” said a familiar voice.

  We all turned around from our spot at the bar.

  “Well, well, well,” I said, grinning as I looked the out of place visitor up and down. “Agent Claire McKesson. Just slumming, or are you here on business?”

  “Little of column A,” she said, smirking, “little more column B. Got good news, and I figured you'd like it in person. Volkov Arms is finished, and Aleksey's going down with it. Just got confirmation that, after he's charged here, they're sending him to the International Criminal Court. He's going down for War Crimes, guys, and we got you four to thank.”

  Fed cheered and clapped his hands. It was the most excited I'd seen him in months. “Well, this calls for an even bigger celebration!” He reached behind him and grabbed the bottle and an extra shot glass. He poured another round, including one for our favorite FBI agent.

  “To never having to fucking work with you again, Agent McKesson,” I said as I held the shot up in toast.

  “Here, here,” she agreed, with a wink.

  Together, the five of us downed our shots and tried to put the past that much further behind us.

  Chapter Forty – One Year Later

  Jace

  I don't why I thought it was a good idea to have an outlaw biker's baby, but I had. “Goddammit, Koen! You can't take me to the emergency room on the back of your fucking bike!”

  “What?” he asked, his eyes frantic and wild as he looked up at me, his foot hovering where it was just about to stomp down and start up his chopper. “Oh, fuck! I'm sorry, babe!” He hopped off the bike and fumbled for his keys as I waddled around to the passenger side of his Camaro SS.

  He let me in and I settled into the passenger seat while he threw all our stuff in the trunk. Soon, he was hopping into the driver seat. He started up the car and threw it in reverse.

  “Garage door, honey,” I said before he slammed his foot down on the gas.

  “Shit,” he said, shaking his head. He punched the garage door button.

  He threw the car in reverse as soon as it was safe, then laid down some burnt rubber as he took for the hospital. As he drove he peppered me with a thousand questions, all of them sounding frantic from the way he asked them. How close were my contractions? Did I need anything? Were the bumps too much for me?

  “Koen!” I finally said, cutting him off. “Chill. The. Fuck. Out. We're having a baby, not trying to take down a Russian mob boss here. Just get me to the damned hospital, and we'll be fine. Okay?”

  He reached down, grabbed my hand.

  I squeezed the living shit out of it as I felt a contraction.

  “We're gonna be fine,” I reminded him. “We're gonna be great parents, okay? Like we never had.”

  “Yeah,” he said, finally, still wincing from my hand squeeze. “Yeah, you're right.”

  # # #

  Koen

  As I looked into little Tomlin Xavier Baldwin's eyes, I realized that this was the dividing point in my life. The point where I'd be able to someday look back and point at it and say, “That's where I changed.”

  My wife touched my side as I held little Tommy. “He's got your eyes,” she said.

  “You think so?” I asked, grinning like an idiot as I turned to her. “He's got your nose, that's for damn sure.”

  “The Spears nose,” she whispered, reaching up to tug at his toes.

  I wouldn't be going back to work for a little while. Tommy's godfather Fed could hold down the shop, there. After all, we were just selling used cars. Wasn't like we were running guns, or anything.

  But, still, as I looked down into my son's half-closed eyes, I knew that the road ahead was gonna be rocky.

  “Shit,” Jace groaned from the
bed, pulling me from my thoughts.

  “What?” I asked, worried that something was really wrong.

  “Just realized we're gonna have to do PTA.”

  Even with all the shit this boy's momma and I'd pulled off in the past, the future held the biggest challenge we'd ever faced: being ex-outlaw parents.

  THE END

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