“Touch me, please,” she begs as my touch lingers on her inner thighs. She guides my hand farther down and between her legs. She spreads wide and ready for me. I run my fingers between her folds and find her pussy so wet and waiting. Using my thumb, I circle her swollen clit repeatedly, drawing moans from her pretty little mouth.
“I want to hear you screaming my name. Just mine,” I growl as I watch her moving against my fingers. I slip inside her, pumping vigorously as my thumb circles her clit.
“Nate,” she breathes. “Ahhhh, God,” she cries as I continue to work her into a frenzy. Her hands grab at my hair roughly. Her body shudders against me, her back arching, and her moans intensify.
“I’m so close,” she cries out. I continue to work her, sliding down the bed to position myself between her legs. If she’s going to come, I want to taste it. I press my tongue down, licking and tasting her as her legs shake, and she screams out my name as she comes apart around me.
“Oh, God, yes. Nate.”
I step back, taking in what little I can see in the dull light. She slowly leans up on her elbows, one finger tracing her bottom lip.
“My turn,” she croaks. Unsteadily, she sits up on her knees. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and guide her toward my hungry cock. With a shy smile she reaches for my waistband. Freeing me, she moves until she’s on the edge of the bed, pushing my pants down as far as they will go. Her hands slide up my legs, cupping my balls. Working the length of my cock, my back arches, willing for her to get me close to the edge. The edge I want to fucking take a nosedive over.
“Take me deep, baby,” I prompt her. She slows the rhythm of her hand job, her head teetering precariously close. She pauses momentarily, looking up at me as she moves her mouth toward the tip of my cock. Darting out her tongue, she begins to lick and tease the head of my cock. Grabbing the back of her head, I force my cock into her mouth. I watch as she clutches her eyes shut, but she takes me in, her gag reflex kicking in as I thrust myself deeper into her mouth.
“Keep going,” I groan as she grabs my ass, steadying herself on the bed. I thrust relentlessly, and she takes me in. Every. Last. Inch.
Everything inside of me tightens, preparing to come. I pull back as I feel the familiar feeling build. I don’t want to come like this. I want to be inside of her. I need to be inside of her.
“Hands and knees, now,” I demand, fisting my cock. She quickly scrambles on the bed, spreading her legs wide as she waits for me. I can see it all. I dig my fingers into her thighs, positioning her just where I need her. She’s perfect. Every part of her is.
Holding my cock, I run it between her folds. She’s so damn wet, practically begging for my cock. I press against her entrance a little, an eager groan escapes her. Thrusting deep inside her, I fill her tight pussy completely. Reaching forward, I grab her shoulder, using it to pound into her. Her head tilts back, and her beautiful groans fill the silent room.
“So fucking perfect,” I growl, increasing the speed. I push deeper and deeper, needing to find my release. Closing my eyes, I grasp her shoulder a little tighter, as I pump into her. I need more; I need to feel her pussy strangling my cock. Sliding out of her, I work my cock through her folds, hitting her clit. She presses back, her pussy closer and eager for more.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” she gasps. “I need to feel you again, Nate.”
There’s nothing more satisfying than hearing how much she wants my cock. And being able to touch her, claim her as mine gives me a satisfaction second to none. But I’m going to make her work a little more. I want to hear the words pour from her sweet little mouth as she begs for more. I hold my bulging cock, continuing to rub and flick the end over her engorged clit. I watch as she writhes on the bed, her hands almost uncontrollable as she grabs the sheets, then drops them again.
I quickly flip her on her back.
“Fuck,” she cries out, her chest rising and falling. I lean over her, continuing my assault on her pussy while I kiss along her jawline. Her moans and groans are like fuel to the fire that burns inside of me. I take in every second, savoring every movement and reaction on her face.
Her hand comes to rest on my cheek. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” she says with a smirk on her lips.
“I want to hear you begging for my cock, Tara. Let me hear ya.” Her head tilts and her body shivers as she contemplates my words.
“You know how much I want you, Nate.”
“Say it,” I growl. I press soft kisses against her lips, looking lovingly into her eyes. I flick the tip of my cock over her sweet spot before pressing into her soaked entrance.
“Fuck me, Nate,” she whispers, but her words are almost a plea. “All of it,” she snaps, and a rumble of laughter escapes me as I press further and further giving into her demand. Grabbing the back of my head, she pulls me closer, kissing me with so much passion that I pour everything into the kiss as I slowly, but deeply rock into her. The sound of her moans changes. It’s like she needs this, needs to feel me so deep inside.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathes against my lips. “It feels so good.”
Taking it slowly, I allow myself to feel her completely, enjoying every inch of her body and the pleasure I feel being with her. I’m mesmerized by this fiery girl. Everything about her.
The way she feels.
The taste of her skin.
The way she makes my heart beat faster than a galloping horse.
The way that she consumes my every feeling and every thought.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs, kissing me lightly and I pick up the pace a little. Not too much, because the intensity is too good to lose. Pressure building slowly allows me to savor her in this moment.
Gently moving her hips, we work together as one. Neither of us wanting this to end. Kissing her lightly, over and over, our eyes connect and I feel her tighten around me. Somehow, knowing this I feel myself starting to come apart. Together we would crash and a wave of sexual euphoria will bind us together. I lift myself up a little, grabbing her thigh so that I can plunge a little harder and deeper. Placing her hands on my back her nails dig into the skin as I shove my dick deep into her core.
“Oh, shit… I love you, Nate,” she cries out as her pussy tightens and pulsates, climaxing around my cock. My body reacts with her and I shake as I release, dipping my head and kissing her softly again.
“I’m fucking crazy about you,” I whisper, grazing my finger across her lip in between kisses. Running her hands over my hair, she smiles widely.
“It’s a good job, Prez, because you’re stuck with me now.”
Naked and entangled with Tara, I gently pull my arm from beneath her, hoping not to wake her. Groans tumble from her as my attempt was clearly a shit one.
“Hey, where you going?” she croaks, squinting at me as the early morning sun starts to filter into the modest-sized bedroom.
“Clubhouse,” I say, grabbing the covers and placing them over her. “You stay in bed, I never meant to wake you.” I slide out, leaning back into her and kissing her on the side of the head. The sound of contentment escapes her as she grabs the sheets, pulling them under her chin. With a glance over to the master bathroom, then back at Tara, I decide to grab my things and shower in the main bathroom.
Quickly showering, I pull on my boxers, grabbing my jeans, ready to pull them over my fucked lower legs. Even though it’s been a few weeks, the area is still sore and the redness of the scars and the tight feeling reminds me it’s still there. With a shake of my head, I pull them on, grabbing my T-shirt, sliding it over my head.
Making my way out of the bathroom and down the stairs, I freeze for a second, the smell of coffee filling my senses. Pulling my brows together, I head into the kitchen to see Tara sitting on the small table, leaning back on her hands that hold her up. Her cute fucking smile makes my dick twitch and I follow her line of sight as she flickers toward the eggs and bacon and fresh coffee on the table next to her ass.
“
Morning,” she sings, her legs hanging over the edge of the table, swinging back and forth. “Breakfast is served!”
With a smirk and a faint shake of my head I walk closer to her. Sliding between her legs, I push them further apart. “Really?” Dropping to my knees, I snake my hand between her legs, desperate for another taste of Tara.
“Uh-uh,” she hums, grabbing a handful of my wet hair, dragging me back to my feet. “This is breakfast. Not me.” Her soft lips press together as she pouts a little. “I’m still sore from last night,” she adds in a quieter voice.
“But I can make it feel better, baby…”
Laughing, she fists my shirt, drawing me in until our lips meet. “Try the eggs, that should satisfy your hunger until later.”
“The eggs may be good, T, but they’ve got nothing on you, baby!” Kissing her noisily, I grab the chair, pulling it out and drop into it. Grabbing the fork, I start to dig into the mountain of food on my plate. Sliding down, Tara pulls out the chair, sitting on it with her feet resting on the chair, her chin resting on her bended knee.
“What’s happening with the club today?” she enquiries meekly.
“We’re going to a whorehouse in search of—”
“What?” she exclaims almost choking on a mouthful of coffee.
I laugh a little. “Not like that,” I say with a lift of my brow. “I think that the Deathseekers are hiding Jeffries. From what we know, the youngest patched-in member, who just happens to be the prez’s son, likes a certain blonde whore. We’re going to find the son and get some answers.”
“Shit, Nate.” She exhales noisily, reaching forward, grabbing hold of my hand. “Stay safe. After what happened with Jarvis, I won’t risk losing you.”
“Don’t worry.” I pull her hand to my mouth and kiss the smooth skin on the back of it. “I have a feeling the boy is different. I saw a little of myself in him when we met briefly. He’s distant from the club, and if I can intercept before he’s dragged into the life, then I think I could use him to my advantage. I just had to know what his Achilles heel was. Guess it’s the whore. But ratting ain’t easy when you’re part of the MC. A brother should lay down his life to keep the secrets of his club just that. A secret.”
Her eyes full of dread are pinned on me. “Finding Jeffries and knowing he’ll pay for what he’s done is the only reason I sleep at night, Nate. But, I never want that to cost you your life. You just better make sure you make it home to me.”
“Baby, don’t worry. Knowing I’ve got you to come home to is the reason I stay alive.”
She drops her head a little, looking up at me as she flutters her eyelashes. “You better, mister,” she says with a chuckle, releasing my hand and picking up her mug of coffee.
“And you?” I say, eagerly shoving in another forkful of food.
“I’m working,” she says looking at me over her mug that is poised against her lips.
“Don’t you need to book some sort of prenatal appointment, Tara?”
“I guess.” She all but whispers her reply, her eyes fall to the table and she starts to fiddle nervously, swirling her finger around the rim of the mug. “There’s no rush,” she adds, as if dismissing my suggestion.
“Baby, believe me when I say I know how you’re feeling and what you’re thinking. But there is no way this baby isn’t mine. You gotta push out any other thoughts and trust me when I say we got this. You, me, and a bundle of joy. Our bundle of joy.”
With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, she shakes her head. “It’s not that simple, Nate. I can’t and won’t forget what Jeffries did to me. That memory is stuck with me every day when I think of this baby.”
I sigh, leaning forward and resting my head on my clenched fists. I’ve accepted what happened, why can’t she? Maybe I’m trying to make up for what my father did, or maybe it’s the fact that I really do believe this child is mine.
“You don’t want the baby?” I ask in a strained voice, pain seizing my chest as I await her reply. There’s a fucking chance this is my kid, and giving up on that chance isn’t an option.
“I, uh, I don’t know,” she stutters out. “We just found each other, Nate. I mean really found each other. We’re together, finally, and I don’t want anything to ruin what we have.”
Dropping the fork, it clatters against the plate as I scrape back my chair, standing up and pausing momentarily. She jerks at the sound that echoes through the kitchen, her eyes wide and looking up at me. “Adding a child to what we have won’t ruin us. It will complete us, Tara.”
“I—”
“Take some time to really think about what you want, baby,” I say, cutting her off. “I’m not gonna force you into something you really don’t want. But you have to know that I do want this.”
She nods, but doesn’t respond. Her eyes fixed on her finger as she continues to circle the top of her mug.
“I, uh, gotta go,” I say jabbing my thumb in the direction of the door. With a quick turn, I make my way out of the kitchen and head back up the stairs. Heading into the bedroom, I grab my gun holster, sliding it over my shoulders before pulling on my cut. My heart aches at the thought of Tara not wanting the baby. My childhood was fucked up. The things I saw and the way my father treated me were wrong. So fucking wrong. And in a strange way, I want to prove that I’m nothing like him. That I can be a good father. That I can make a child feel loved and wanted, even if technically the child isn’t mine.
With a shake of my head, I try to clear the thoughts dominating my mind. I have to channel how I’m feeling into today’s visit to the whorehouse. The need to find my father grows with every second of every day that passes. I have a lot to prove to my men. Earning their trust and support, and showing that I was the right choice for the club.
Heading down the stairs, I make my way to the front door, only to stop dead in my tracks. Tara stands at the door, one foot resting back against the wood, her eyes flicker until they meet mine. I zoom in on them, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Not because I didn’t smell it before, but because I can’t help but smell it.
Pulling in the corner of her lip, she bites down on it. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to leave with bad feelings.”
With a small step closer to her, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into me. “No bad feelings, baby,” I reassure her and I see a change in her eyes. Hope flickers within them and I can’t help but smile.
“What?” she asks as her eyes dart to the smile dressing my lips, then back to my eyes.
“You got this, uh, this look in your eye that kinda gives me hope.”
“Even though I doubt we’re ready, I’m not sure I could ever get rid of this baby. Not knowing it could be yours. I see how important it is to you. I just need time, Nate. Time to wrap my head around the fact that we are having a baby.”
Hugging her tighter, I lift her from the floor, burying my head into her neck, kissing over and over. “We do this at your speed. I won’t rush you.”
“Thank you,” she whispers as I draw back, looking into her eyes once more. Her smile is wide and her eyes glisten with happiness.
“Stay safe today,” I say, lowering her to the floor and parting from her a little. “Keep your cell on you at all times and you call me should anything happen. No matter how small.”
She steps to the side allowing me to drop the lock and open the door.
“Sure will,” she says, her hand skimming the skin on my forearm.
“Fuck,” I grate out, my eyes flicker to outside then back to Tara. “I hate fucking leaving you. Especially when Jeffries is out there somewhere.” Leaning over her I rest my hands against the wall behind her, dipping my head and pressing my lips against hers.
“Go,” she says, swatting my chest playfully. “I’ll be fine. I’m at work with Brax and Izzy all day, then you can come get me.”
“Got it.” I push myself away from the wall and finally step out of the house. Mounting my bike, I rev the engine a little and watch as the beauty that o
wns my heart stares lovingly at me. Leaning against the frame of the door, her smile is brighter than the morning sunlight.
Giving her one last nod, I pull on my helmet and kick back the stand. Pulling out of the driveway I have a smile on my face and contentment in my heart.
Nate
Taking the short drive to the clubhouse, I arrive in no time. The men are gathered together, sitting on the benches just outside the main entrance. Their chatter and laughter fills the air and I back my bike up into a spot, jump off, and remove my helmet.
“Hey, man,” Zane says, walking toward me. “How’s the new digs?”
“Good, man,” I say offering my hand to him and he takes it, pulling us together and patting me on the back. With a glance past Zane, I look at the rest of the men gathered round. “Any sign on the prospect?”
“Yeah,” Zane replies. “He’s been crashing at Jenny’s house.”
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