by Nicole Fox
“I want you to cum for me, baby,” she moaned, leaning forward and letting her wet hair drape over my face. “Cum deep inside me, please.”
I could feel the load gathering in my cock. It wasn’t going to take much more time with her on top of me to get me to explode. My hands slid down her curves, coming to a rest on her ripe, round ass. I pulled it towards me, causing her pussy to rub against my cock just the way I liked it.
And that was all I could stand. Right in the middle of another series of wild bounces on top of me, I let out a hard groan as I came. I felt my cock explode inside of Roxy. At that, her pussy tightened as she came, moans and screams escaping her lips as she bucked into me so hard I could barely stand it.
Soon, our orgasms faded and Roxy collapsed on top of me. Her wet hair lay wrapped coiled around her head, and her skin was cool and soft. If I’d died there right in that tub, I’d have left this earth a happy man.
But the story of Roxy and me wasn’t over quite yet.
Chapter 30
Roxy
Months later …
“You guys ready for the big reveal?”
I let out a shiver at the feeling of the cool gel on my belly as the nurse ran the ultrasound device over me. Zane took my hand and squeezed it hard, a proud smile on his face.
“You bet we are,” he said, eager to find out if I was going to have a girl or a boy.
“Yeah, we—” I stopped midsentence. “Wait a minute,” I said. “Are we sure we want to find out? I mean, I had a friend who waited until the day of the birth to learn the sex, and she said it was more fun that way.”
The nurse tilted her head to the side.
“It’s true,” she said. “A lot of couples are waiting to find out. I could just tell you what I already know, which is that Roxy is pregnant with a very, very healthy baby and leave it at that.”
Zane didn’t even need to think about it.
“No way,” he said. “I think I’ve got more than enough surprises in my life. Any chance I have to keep things nice and simple, I’m gonna take.”
I smirked and flashed the nurse a “well, there’s your answer” face.
“You two are going to have a very healthy, very adorable baby boy!”
A boy. The words floated in my mind like something out of a dream. I had known that I’d be happy either way, but knowing for sure that in a few more months I’d be able to look forward to holding a bouncing baby boy in my hands made me more overjoyed than anything I could possibly imagine. And having him with a man like Zane made it all sweeter.
“Wow,” said Zane, sitting back in his seat as though he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. “A boy.”
“What,” I said. “Afraid of having a girl?”
He smirked. “Either’s fine with me,” he said. “Thing is with a girl I’d need to make sure to have a wide selection of weaponry ready for when she got to be a teen. I know how boys work.”
The nurse chuckled.
“You guy want some printouts of these?” she asked.
We both eagerly agreed and that was that. Ten minutes or so later, Zane and I were walking arm in arm down the streets of the Lower East Side, back to the apartment that he and I shared. The fall had been slowly changing into early winter, and the sky was a pleasant overcast. The chill in the air hinted that flurries might find their way down to the city later tonight.
“Okay,” said Zane. “We gotta get this name situation on lock. I’m thinking it’s gotta be something cool, like a rock star’s name.”
“Hmm,” I thought. “How about Jimmy? Like Jimmy Page?”
He scrunched up his face, and I pulled my coat tighter against a bracing wind that rushed down the narrow street.
“Nah, ‘Jimmy’ sounds like a guy who should be running a sandwich shop or something. Oh, how about ‘Van Halen’?”
“Van Halen?” I asked. “Like, the whole band name?”
“Sure!” said Zane. “It’d be cool. Think about it—we can call him ‘Van’ for short, and it’ll just be a badass name all around.”
Sure enough, a few flurries fell from the sky.
“No way am I naming a son of mine Van Halen,” I said, giving Zane a playful elbow to the side.
“Hmm,” he said. “Fine, fine. How about … Bowie?”
I opened my mouth, all ready to shoot the idea down. But it actually sounded kind of nice.
“Bowie,” I said, trying it on for size. “That’s … actually not bad.”
“See?” he said. “I can come up with some good ideas every now and then.”
“Now, I’m not sold yet,” I said. “I’ve got to do some major thinking … but I think we’ve got a front-runner so far.”
More flurries drifted down and the wind began to pick up.
“I’m thinking this feels like a pizza-and-stay-in kind of night,” said Zane. “Jess has Amped, and I think the Marauders can handle a night or two without me breathing down their neck.”
“Sounds perfect,” I said.
The two of us stopped over at Marco’s, our favorite pizza joint in the neighborhood. We grabbed a pair of pizzas—one Hawaiian and the other supreme—along with some to-go ice cream from the bodega next door. The snow began to come down harder, and by the time we arrived back at the apartment it was clear that we’d just missed getting caught out in the first major snowstorm of the season. We hurried up the stairs and were soon back in the apartment, the space already toasty warm from the radiant heat.
We got the food ready, threw on a movie, and went to town. Curled up on the couch, Zane and I went through both pizzas, two pints of ice cream, and a pair of old monster movies.
“Damn,” said Zane, taking a glance over at the empty boxes. “It never stops being impressive how you much you can put away.”
I placed my hand on my baby bump and shook my head. “I know, it’s insane.”
“I like a girl who can eat,” he said, moving towards me and planting a kiss on my forehead. “It’s sexy.”
“We’ll see how sexy you think it is when I’ve put on a hundred pounds from all those Hawaiian pizzas.”
“I’d love you even if you put on 200 pounds,” he said.
He was just being sweet and silly, but my heart warmed nonetheless. Zane climbed onto the couch next to me, wrapped a heavy blanket around us both, and together we watched as the snow slowly fell over the city. It was peaceful and pleasant, and there wasn’t a person I’d rather have shared such a sight with than the man at my side, the man I loved.
“Listen,” he said. “I know you said you wanted to put our little musical collaboration on hold until you have the baby, but I have a song that I’ve been working on. Mind if I play a little bit of it?”
I had to admit, I was quite intrigued.
“Go for it, songsmith,” I said, sitting back in the couch.
Zane flashed me a smile and hopped off the couch. He grabbed one of the acoustic guitars from the stand and sat down across from me in the easy chair.
“It’s a little different than what I usually play with Revv, but I think you’ll like it.”
I nodded and he was off. After the first few chords I realized how right he was about the song not being his usual stuff. It was … soft. The lyrics were about the love a man had for a woman, a woman he didn’t think he’d ever be lucky enough to find, let alone love. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized that he wasn’t singing about just any woman and any man, but about him and me.
And then he hit the chorus.
“And that’s why,” he sang, picking gently through the chords, “I want to marry you. I said, that’s why, I want to marry you …”
He flicked his blue eyes up at me, and that was that. I turned into a weeping, sobbing mess as the words settled onto me as surely as the warm, comfy blanket wrapped around my body. Zane picked through another few chords, and that was that.
“I’m still working on it, like I said, but I think I’ve got the main theme of the song down.”
I didn’t know what to say. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“Oh,” he said, “and I’ve got one more thing.”
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a gorgeous diamond ring, the stone glittering in the early evening light.
“What do you say, Roxy?” he asked, love in his eyes. “You want to make me the happiest man in New York City?”
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I couldn’t believe just how happy I was in that moment.
“Yes!” I shouted out, throwing off the blanket and rushing towards Zane, wrapping my arms around him and planting a big kiss on his lips.
And that was that. We were in love, and we were getting married. He slipped the ring on my finger and we kissed again. My heart overflowed with love for both Zane and our baby.
I knew that this day was going to be the beginning of the greatest adventure of my life, and I couldn’t wait to get started.
THE END
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Blaze: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Crew MC)
I’ll pay my debts to the biker with dirty nights in his bed.
My life is going just peachy, thanks for asking.
All I have to do is:
Pay off my student loans, save my dead mother’s business from the debt collectors, fend off our family’s greatest enemy from stealing everything my mother left behind, and handle the sexy hitman who wants to grab a piece of my business…
And a piece of me.
Easy enough, right?
Wrong.
So, so wrong.
I’m drowning in problems and I don’t know where to turn for help.
But when Blaze, the fixer from the Iron Crew MC sent to collect on the payments my mother owed, offers me a sinful deal, I have no choice but to take it.
Now, I’m spending my nights in his bed.
I should feel dirty and used – but the truth is, I’m dangerously obsessed.
Because the biker sets my world on fire.
And if I’m going to make it out of this mess alive…
Blaze is my only hope.
Grind: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Jagged Souls MC)
He bought me just to make me moan.
SARA
When I need money to pay for my son’s school, I decide to take a chance.
What could a fun little auction hurt?
Until I realize this wasn’t your usual auction.
This one ends with me naked in some strange man’s bed.
To my shock, the devastatingly gorgeous man in the back bids on me—and wins.
Saxton looks at me with those emerald green eyes, and I’m lost.
He takes me home.
And the bad boy delivers on every filthy promise he’s made.
Then, just when I think I’ll never see him again, I find him left for dead on the side of the road.
A killer is after us both. Danger lurks around every corner.
Now, I have to decide if I’m loyal to my family, to my own blood…
…or if my love for Sam eclipses everything else.
SAXTON
All I want is revenge.
Revenge for the killing of my fallen comrade, murdered in cold blood.
Until I find Sara.
Blond, gorgeous, and innocent, I want her in my bed.
Seeing her up on stage, I know I have to win her.
I take her home. Make her moan my name.
In the morning, though, she’s gone.
I try to get her out of my head and focus on finding the killer.
But then Sara comes crashing back into my life.
When I find out that she may be closer to my comrade’s killer than either of us realized, I know that I have to make a choice:
Do I choose revenge?
Or do I choose the woman I can no longer live without?
Grit: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Vegas Vipers MC)
She’s hiding secrets. I’m gonna f**k them out of her.
A baby was never part of the plan.
But Honey was too tempting to resist.
Now, I have a woman and a son to protect in this world of violence.
And I’ll kill any man who touches what’s mine.
GRIT
As President of the Vegas Vipers Motorcycle Club, I'm no stranger to Sin City's dark side.
In fact, I'm not sure it has anything else.
But when a new drug starts killing my men, you better believe there's going to be hell to pay.
Caught in my crosshairs is Honey, the sweet little stripper with a heart as golden as her name.
I'm no good for her, but she doesn't have a choice.
She holds the key I need to bring this empire of death to the ground.
But she's unlocked something within me, too…
Dark desires.
Forgotten pain.
And the hope that maybe, if we’re lucky…
We’ll get out of this chaos together.
HONEY
The biker president is a dangerous masterpiece.
Tall, toned, and rough, with dark eyes that pierce right through my clothes.
He is a man hell-bent on control.
Grit is dangerous. He frightens me.
But I’m in too deep to leave now.
I can't get the sweet taste of his ravenous lips off my mind.
I find myself willing to do anything for him.
I'll give him the information he wants.
I'll help him eradicate this evil from the streets.
But what he doesn’t know is that there’s more than our lives at stake.
There’s someone else caught in the balance…
Someone new…
Someone precious…
The baby he put in my belly.
Rider: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Seven Sinners MC) (MCs from Hell Collection Book 3)
She’s too innocent to keep my hands to myself.
ROCCO
I don’t do weddings.
But Shotgun practically begged me to be his best man, so here I am, monkey suit and all.
I’m long past ready to get drunk and get out of here, but the maid of honor, Simone, might convince me to stick around.
She’s innocent, untouched.
Yet, her body calls to me, and I can’t help being intrigued by her.
I’m not the marrying type, but we could still have a little fun.
But I’ll only let her a certain distance past my walls.
After losing my fiancé years ago, I vowed I’d never let anyone get too close again.
This girl is a toy for my savage pleasure – nothing more.
She’s not cut out for this life, or for the war about to wreak havoc on my city and club.
But the harder I push her away, the more she begs to get closer.
Especially after we find out that our midnight romp had some unintended consequences.
Breaker: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Wylde Ones MC) (MCs from Hell Collection Book 2)
Whether she likes it or not, she’s going to have my baby.
I built an MC empire from nothing.
And when I die, I want to make sure it lives on.
I chose the curvy schoolteacher to be the mother of my child.
And I’m gonna break her down until that pretty mouth says, “Yes.”
BOOSTER
Every man eventually faces death.
And when that time comes, I refuse to leave anything to chance.
I’m determined to leave behind a legacy that will outlast me.
A legacy of flesh and blood. Of grit and power.
; A son to carry on my name.
All I need is the right woman to bear my child.
And in Lena, that’s exactly what I’ve found.
She can try to refuse if she wants.
She can try to run or hide.
But deep down, she knows this is right.
This is meant to be.
Because when my lips meet hers, her body cries out for more.