by C. M. Steele
“Morgan, you’re not a mess. I’m about to mess you all up though. You are fine as fuck. I need to enter your sweet changing body and ease that fear you have growing.” He grabs his cock through his boxers, rubbing it while staring straight at me. The feral look he wears sends a direct shot to my core. My nipples harden through the silky, pale pink nightie. His eyes move to them, sticking his tongue out and gliding it over his lips.
I back up slowly toward the bed. Mick nods in approval, stalking toward me. I bite my lip as my knees hit the bed, I fall onto our plush mattress, then shamelessly part my thighs. His eyes latch on to the sight of my bared pussy.
“Mrs. McMann, laying like that is an invitation that I can’t refuse,” he warns.
“I’m so glad you could accept my invitation, Mick.” He growls and pounces on the bed, his face ends up between my thighs. His hands grasp my ass cheeks, pulling my pussy to his mouth, hungrily eating away. I throw my hands over my head and squeeze the pillows.
“Princess, do you like that? Do you want more?” he asks, pumping two fingers inside while working over my clit with his tongue. I’m shaking and rocking my hips. His grip gets tighter, holding me in place. “So more it is,” he vows against my mound. His fingers slide out and go into my back entrance. I come instantly, thrusting my hands into his hair, rolling my hips, and riding the fuck out of his face. I release him, and he climbs up my body, kicking off his boxers. His hard cock bobs between us, the tip glistening for me. I want him any way I can. I’m still so damn horny; I’m already kissing the edge of another orgasm.
He closes his lips around the silk covering my breast and slams into me. “I missed being in you,” he whispers, kissing his way up my neck. His lips reach mine, and it’s powerful. I can taste myself on him and know how much he enjoys eating my pussy. Fuck, I moan into his mouth as I feel the tingling sensation of another orgasm tear through me.
Chapter 27
Mick
I hop on my bike and ride over to the clubhouse. I haven’t been here since that day. A part of it was out of fear, and the other because I had more important things to do, but it’s time for church. Crystal and Morgan are at our house, making a cake. It’s my birthday, but all I want to do is spend it in bed with my sexy wife. The wind is a little biting, so I lift up my bandana to my nose. Fuck, it’s a chilly October. I should have worn more than my vest and tee. No more pretty dresses for the wife. It’s too damn cold for that shit. She’s going to be pissed with me, but she’s got the baby to think about fuck if I could handle her getting sick. It tears at my gut when she’s throwing up. Several of the prospects are standing outside the new gate; it’s been reinforced and upgraded with the latest technology. I enter my personal code to get in, and they open. Cyber has been working on a fuck load of safety measures since that day, and that’s what this meeting is about.
I park my ride next to the others, tightening my grip on my gun. A shiver runs down my spine as I step into the clubhouse.
“Hey, Mick. It’s good to see you,” Beast calls out, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “How have you been, brother?”
“Hanging in there.”
“Yeah, well it’s cool that you and the princess are finally together.”
“Thanks. But don’t call her that. She’s mine.” I’m practically in his face. I don’t know why, but it’s not cool.
He throws his hands up in surrender, and I back up a bit. “Sorry, Mrs. McMann or is it, Morgan?”
“Either of those are fine,” I grumble.
“Come on. We’ve got to talk shop.” He leads the way back to our meeting room.
A round of applause goes around the room. “Damn, it’s good to see you,” Cowboy adds.
“Happy Birthday, Man.” Boomer comes up and pulls me into a hug. “Did you think we forgot?”
“Obviously since you fuckers have me here instead of home with my wife.”
“Don’t get your ass kicked. She’s still my sister.”
“And mine too,” Jackson adds.
Doc passes me a beer then Cyber begins. “Okay, men. Here’s what we’ve managed to add: Wrench has upgraded our bikes to have bulletproof gas tanks. All our devices are equipped with tracking info of my personal making. The rest of the supplies to put up fenced reinforcements for the houses have arrived. Only Boomer, Doc, Beast, and the Clubhouse have them so far. The shipment had failed the testing phase, so it was sent back for Mick’s and Cowboy’s homes. Everyone else lives in apartments, and they all have reinforced doors and security locks already installed.
“We haven’t seen or heard from any of those fuckers. I’ve tried to get the bead on Cortez, but he has ghosted because he’s wanted by the US government and his own for numerous crimes including murder. Of course, we know that fucker is capable of it all. If we find him first, the police won’t need to look for him. But it may be the reason his men are laying low.”
“Are we going to hunt any of them down yet?” I ask. I want revenge and peace. Knowing these fuckers are out there puts me on edge. Morgan’s everything to me and keeping her safe and happy are my reasons for existing.
“Not yet. They’ve almost disbanded. We are into Evan’s contacts, but his main source is the one I already put a bullet in.”
“Okay, so Morgan’s shop opens next month, and we’re going to have a detail on the place.”
“You know it, brother,” Boomer tells me. “Now, look at the new surveillance, security room. Then we can head back to the house.”
“Yeah, I already hate leaving Morgan alone for a long time.”
“Don’t worry; I sent Gabe to patrol.”
“What?” I roar.
“Just fucking with you. Cowboy and Wrench are patrolling.”
“Good. I swear to fucking God, it’s like you all want me to kill a motherfucker.” We walk to the back of the clubhouse where there’s a small office. When I go in, I see a completely different room than I remember. There are at least twenty monitors and a fuck load of other equipment. I look at the screens, and I see the café.”
It gives me a hint of comfort, but at the same time, I know there’s always a chance someone will come for my woman.
“We’ve got her well protected. Stop thinking about it.”
“I know she’s your sister, but it’s different. Can you imagine losing Crystal?”
“Never. I couldn’t live without her,” Boomer answers, looking distraught over a simple question.
“Exactly, I worship her. I fell in love before I understood it.”
“Then let’s go get some of that cake if our pregnant wives haven’t dipped into it.”
A group of us ride over to the house. Doc, Rico, and Beast and half a dozen of the prospects stay at the clubhouse to drink. We enter the house to see the girls holding the cake out, and they all begin singing.
I blow out the candle, then kiss my wife. Boomer takes the cake before it falls and leads everyone into the kitchen. He understands I need a moment alone. “I love you, Morgan.”
“I love you, too. Happy birthday, husband.”
“It’ll be a happier birthday as soon as we get rid of all of them,” I whisper, cupping her ass and rubbing my cock against her pussy.
“Then let them eat cake,” she squeals, stealing a stroke of my bulge before dashing into the kitchen with a fit of giggles.
“Happy birthday to me,” I mutter to myself, hurrying after my wife.
Chapter 28
Morgan
Today’s the coffee shop’s grand opening. After our little mix-up with the designer, everything else fell into place. We got the build done, and now I’m six months pregnant and starting a new adventure.
“Welcome to At A Sip, everyone. Please come in,” I greet the small line of friends and family here for the opening.
Ewan holds my hand as we walk in. I kept the colors that the guy and I talked about because even though he was perving on me, it was a great concept. I have four employees at the moment. Two who have experience in coffee shops.
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By the end of the day, we’re closing up the shop, and Ewan comes in to escort me home. With his shop just across the street, it makes for quick get-togethers. We got to test out several surfaces in the shop before the build was complete. Now, with aching, swollen feet, the only surface I want is my bed.
He carries me to the truck like I’m as light as a feather. “Congratulations on your first successful day. Now let’s get you into bed.”
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Everything is wonderful. A week goes by, and the coffee shop is booming. People love the two options of sitting and enjoying a large cup of coffee in a cute mug or taking coffee on the run. I’m exhausted, but what I really need is a super good dicking to get some sleep. He’s been doing his best not to fuck me too much since I’ve been tired, but a girl needs to be owned as my tat says.
“What the hell are you wearing?” All of his clients left, but he’s working in the back, cleaning up. I’ve sent the other employees home and changed into a tank top that shows way too much cleavage. And a skirt that’s barely covering my ass. I knew he’d be put out.
“What’s the problem?”
“What’s the problem? That outfit is way too fucking small. It’s like you’re asking to be fucked hard.” I blush and dip my head. He grabs my chin and lifts it until my eyes meet his. “So you miss me, deep and hard inside of you?” I nod.
“Princess. You could have just said so. I don’t want anyone seeing you in this half of an outfit.”
“Nobody is around.”
“Sweetheart, there are cameras on the street that Cyber and the rest of the members. I’m going to swat your ass. You’re lucky, Demi and Ash left already.” Oops. I didn’t know that.
He walks past me, locking up and lowering the blinds. He takes me in the back and over to his chair. “Bend over,” he orders. I’m instantly gushing. His voice is hard and gritty. I stare at him, my mouth watering at the way his muscles show through his tee. “I said to bend the fuck over, Morgan. You want to be fucked. You’re going to get fucked.” I bend over placing my hands on the shoulder rests. He lifts up my skirt. I feel the sting of his hand on my ass before I hear the sound. “You’re pushing me. Your fucking panties are barely-there, too.” He slides them to the side, thrusting two fingers into my sopping wet cunt. I’m shaking because I’m so damn close. I hear the sound of him undoing his belt and then his zipper. I brace myself, and he’s deep inside of me in one stroke.
“Aah,” I moan. He cups my breasts, pinching my overly sensitive nipples. His strong body leans over me, rutting into me, our flesh slapping and echoing around the empty shop. “Oh God,” I cry out.
“Try again, Princess.”
“Mick, give it to me.” His hands move all over me, first gripping my hips and fucking me onto the chair, then one reaches my clit and the other tugs on my hair.
“Never wear something like this again. I’ll have to fucking poke every one of the guys’ eyes out,” he warns me, sucking on my pulse. His teeth scrape me, and I know he’s leaving a mark on me. “Maybe you’ll learn to not bring out the caveman in me.”
“Why…would…I when it feels…so good?” I stammer out.
“Because next time I won’t let you come.”
“Bastard.”
“Whatever, Princess. You’re mine and only mine. Only I get to see you this exposed. Now come.” He slaps my pussy, and I come violently. He lifts one of my legs onto the chair and goes hard on me until he’s draining his load into me.
Peppering kisses on my shoulder, he whispers, “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”
“Never my lover. Thank you.”
“Thank you.” We straighten our clothes, but he throws his patch on me. “I know you don’t like the style, but your ass shouldn’t have come out dressed like this.”
“I could use a sexy leather coat with a patch.” I have one that my brothers made me, but I don’t wear it. I love his vest because it’s his.
“Fuck yeah. I’ll have it made for you, Princess.”
We get to the house, and after a quick dinner and bath, he helps me to bed, curling up next to me. His phone goes off at two in the morning. I’m surprised, but I don’t move. I’m too tired. He answers it groggily. “What’s up, Boomer?”
“What the fuck! No that’s bullshit. You’re fucking with me. He can’t be dead. No, I’m on my way. Okay, I want my house on lockdown,” he answers in an angry hush.
He jumps out of bed and starts running around getting ready. Motorcycles are outside. “Sleep, princess. It’s time for church. I fucking love you.” He gives me a soft kiss on my sleepy face.
He’s gone before I can process what he said. Did he say someone was dead?
EPILOGUE
Three months later
Mick
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I ask the dick checking out my wife.
“Um…” he stutters, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“Answer the damn question before I drop you,” I demand, stepping in his face.
He composes himself. “I’m Dr. Sean Monroe.” I looked at the guy in front of me. He looks like a nerd: a tall, lanky, geek with glasses.
“You’re the doctor? Aren’t you a little young?”
“I’m in my first year of practice.” He’s a damn puppy and thinks my wife is supposed to deal with a subpar doc.
“And you think you’re worthy enough to examine my wife.”
This set off the skinny dude. “I’m the only one, sir. Unless you want your wife to give birth unassisted, now isn’t the time to argue.” The pipsqueak is right. We’re in the middle of a fucking storm. This happened on the side of the road for Crystal and Boomer during tornadic weather. Shit. I suppose this fuck will have to do.
“Come over here, Ewan. I need you,” she sobs from the bed. Her belly grew a lot over the past months, and she can barely breathe most days. I’m fucking torn in getting her pregnant again. I don’t like seeing her in pain, then again, I love seeing her round with my baby.
I walk over to my wife’s side. “What is it, my princess?”
She growls at me, grabbing my shirt and dragging me closer. With a violent expression and gritted teeth, she warns me, “Don’t fuck with the doctor.” Holy fuck, I nod and accept that he’s going to deliver our baby. My wife looks like she could kill me. “I love you,” she sighs.
“What the motherfuck…?”
“Mr. McMann, welcome to birthing 101,” a nurse says with a laugh. She’s checked her vitals several times since we got here two hours ago. Margie’s her name, and she’s been nice to us. “Dr. Monroe, I can see how open she is, or do you want to?”
They all look to me for an answer. My wife wants this over, and I’m being a selfish prick. “Let him do his job,” I mutter. I’m overruled by the wife who’s smiling at me sweetly. The devil has left her for a moment, but damn I thought they were joking about keep your balls away from her reach. I sit down at an angle next to my wife and stroke her hair.
“Are you in a lot of pain?”
“Nottttt…yesss…” she cries out, gripping the guardrail.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, placing my hand over hers. My wife looks up at me, and there’s a fake smile on her face. She’s trying her best to be strong, but I know it’s painful. I can feel her grip on the rail and glad it’s not on mine, or I’ll never be able to tattoo again.
“Mrs. McMann, when it’s over let me know. I’ll wait until the pain passes.”
A single tear comes down her face, and I want to take the pain for her. A second later, she relaxes. The doctor’s got his hand up her business and I try to think about the fact that he’s a professional doing his job. He’s feeling around, pulls his hand out; I can see some blood on them. I start to worry when he says, “I felt the baby’s head. You’re fully dilated. We’ll be ready to push on your next contraction.”
I kiss her brow and tell her how much she means to me, “You’re my world, Morgan. I wish I could take the pain for you. I ca
n’t begin to tell you how much I need you. I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She grabs my hand, kissing it then the pain comes. She screams as the doctor tells her to push.
“Okay, stop,” the doc orders.
The nurse wipes Morgan’s head, and says, “Take a breather. The baby’s head is out.” The other two nurses who have been setting up the baby stuff in the back of the room have moved alongside the doc.
The doc looks up from my wife’s bits and calmly says, “You’re doing great. With the next big contraction, we’re going to push with everything you got. The shoulders are the hard part.”
With another push, my son is born. Fuck, no wonder she was in a world of pain. After cutting the cord and cleaning him off, they brought him to us. He weighed over ten pounds.
“He’s perfect. I want more.” My eyes widen, and I look down at my wife like she’s fucking nuts. After that, she wants more? Without a doubt, women are definitely the stronger sex.
Ten years later
Mick
“Connor, get over here. Your mom is working,” I tell my son as my wife rings up a customer who’s staring at her a little too friendly.
“But Dad, he’s looking at her the way you do.”
“I know. And Daddy’s going to handle it.” I get up from my perch at the corner table in the shop. I spotted the fuck from the security cameras entering the shop and had a sick feeling he’d be trouble. Luckily the line had been long. It gave me time to test my instincts, and unfortunately, I was right. I don’t like her to feel uneasy, and this guy has lunkhead written all over him.
Morgan’s eyes catch mine, and she shakes her head. She doesn’t like when I get too crazy, but I’m not blind, and my oldest has learned the same thing. He must be new to the area, or he’s a dumb prick. I stand up behind him and yep, he’s both.
“You’re too beautiful to be with someone other than me.” I cross my arms and listen for a moment.
“That’s the lousiest line I’ve ever heard. I have four kids and a husband who will bury you somewhere if you don’t take your coffee and go.”