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by Sierra Sparks


  She’s full-on crying now, and so am I. I never thought my life would turn out to be good again. All it took was meeting the fancy lawyer in the cheerleading costume.

  “When can we tell him?” she says, wiping tears from her eyes.

  “I suppose we should make sure Steven will really sign away his rights first,” I tell her. “So we don’t get his hopes up just to crash them.”

  “I’m sure that piece of shit will be happy to sign away his rights since it means he won’t have to pay child support,” she says. “He said as much himself. But you’re right. We’ll have that done officially first, and then tell Caleb. Maybe it can be his Christmas present.”

  “Yes,” I agree. “After the Santa Ride, we’ll tell him. And there’s something else we need to do first.”

  “What’s that?”

  I lift up her skirt and move my mouth down to her panties. I move them over to the side and lick her sweet pussy up and down.

  “I like that plan,” she says. “Let’s definitely do this first.”

  She lays back on the bed as I move my tongue around inside her and all around her clit until she begins coming for me.

  “Oh my God. Larson,” she moans, holding onto my hair and saying my name over and over and over. “Larson. Larson. Larson. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  I take off my pants and get on top of her. My favorite position.

  “What do you think the maternity policy is at your new job?” I ask her.

  “Anything I want it to be,” she says. “Why do you ask?”

  “I was thinking maybe Caleb would like a little brother or sister.”

  She smiles and I kiss her on her forehead.

  “I think that’s a great idea.”

  I enter her, without a condom for the first time ever, and I love the way my bare cock feels inside her pussy.

  “This is perfect,” I tell her, as I slide it in and out, while playing with and then kissing her nipples.

  “As perfect as things could possibly be,” she says. “And I have you to thank.”

  “We have each other to thank,” I tell her.

  She lifts her hips up to get closer to me and I thrust inside her again and again. I let go of any inhibitions and let myself feel pleasure like none I’ve ever felt before. I’m no longer afraid of losing control with her. I give my all to her, and I know she gives her all to me.

  We make tender love until I feel her pussy begin to quiver at the same time as my cock is pulsing.

  “We’re going to come together,” she says. “I can feel it.”

  “I want to shoot my cum into your pussy,” I tell her. “To mark you as my little cheerleader slut, forever and ever.”

  “Amen,” she says, as I explode into her.

  “Larson,” she groans, as both of us come together.

  I feel my cum shooting into her as her own wetness leaks out. We mix our minds, bodies, hearts and souls together as only two people who have found true love can do.

  We have saved each other. And what we have is fucking awesome.

  Epilogue

  Brynn

  Four Months Later

  Signs of Spring have just started to appear all around us. It’s fitting, because Larson and I are starting our new life together, as a family, with Caleb a happy and willing member.

  We’re getting married in Cedar Crest, in the East Mountains. Of course Larson drove us here on his bike, with members of the Desert Dogs proudly riding with him.

  “Dearly beloved,” the officiant begins. “We are gathered here together to witness the union of Brynn Elliot and Larson Campbell.”

  I look around at everyone gathered here with us, grateful to be surrounded by family and friends. It’s hard to believe that just about six months ago I was bemoaning the fact that I felt alone. Now, I see that’s not the case. Not only do I have Larson but I have the entire Bradford brothers family to support us as well.

  Riley and Jensen are here, of course, and little Drew, and Whitney and Harlow and Ramsey and Monica and James. Whitney is sporting a little baby bump, which is so cute.

  Even Blaze is here, and I’ve had fun getting to know him ever since the Thanksgiving dinner. Cassidy is on his arm, his wedding date— they’ve been getting along very well since then.

  They’d even come with us on the Santa Ride, where we’d delivered gifts to the kids together. Talk about a good way for friends to bond over a great cause.

  And of course our Caleb is here with us. I’m reminded of this fact— as if I could forget, when the officiant says, “And now it’s time to exchange rings.”

  Caleb, our ring bearer, proudly brings them up to Larson, declaring, “For my mo-to-cycle daddy!” This causes everyone to laugh, and a tear to spring to my eyes.

  We decided to marry quickly to speed up his adoption. I can’t wait until our little family is complete, and this is just the first official step. Larson’s also been talking a lot more about making a little brother or sister for Caleb, which is fine by me, if it ever happens. We haven’t been trying for that long and I know these things take time. Still, I get impatient.

  But as Larson places the ring on my finger and vows to be my husband, my partner, my protector— our protector, Caleb’s and mine— forever, I know that things will be great no matter what. As the officiant pronounces us man and wife and says he can kiss his bride— and he does, as deeply and passionately as the very first night we met, on Halloween— I’m grateful that everyone I have ever wanted or needed is right here with me today.

  Once the ceremony is over, Larson dismisses everyone. They’re headed to Louie’s for a drink and then they’re coming over for a small reception. He says we’ll see them soon; Riley takes Caleb for us.

  Then Larson takes me to a secluded spot in the woods. He says he can’t wait to start our honeymoon. And, he says he wants to fuck me on his bike, to celebrate our official union. He receives no objection from me.

  He starts to roughly rip off my wedding dress and I say, “Hey, honey, watch it. This dress was expensive, and plus, I have nothing else to wear!”

  “What’s wrong with being naked?” he jokes, but he’s more gentle in taking off my dress.

  There’s nowhere to lay it except in some leaves, but I don’t even care. I suddenly want him just as much as the first night I met him. I can’t believe the hot biker is now my husband.

  I rip off his suit— yes, he actually wore a suit to our wedding, joking that this is just one more thing I’ve managed to get him to wear that he never thought he would— and try to place it nicely on top of my dress but he’s impatient, pawing at my breasts and my ass, and I can’t say I mind one bit.

  He sits on his bike and then pulls me up onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. He starts to rub my clit and finger my pussy.

  “Oh, my God, you’re so wet,” he announces.

  “Well, my husband is fucking me for the very first time,” I tell him. “What do you expect?”

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, looking at my pussy that’s on display for him as he touches and fingers it, and then staring up and down at my body. “Don’t ever change.”

  “Deal,” I say, laughing. “You either.”

  Up here in the mountains, it’s rather cold and I feel chilly, but I don’t really care. I feel warm and protected by Larson. But he must like the effect that the air has on my already erect nipples.

  He leans forward and takes one into his mouth. Then he reaches a hand around and spanks the top of my ass.

  “You naughty girl,” he says. “Letting me fuck you on my bike, out here in public.”

  “I’m still your dirty little slut,” I tell him. “Even though I’m your wife now.”

  “You’re my old lady, and my little slut,” he agrees, pulling my hair to get me closer to him.

  He’s fully erect now and I marvel at his hard cock and at all the tattoos up and down his chest and arms. He plunges himself into my pussy and I lean forw
ard to ride him better on his bike.

  “This is so hot,” he groans, completely letting go as he thrusts himself in and out of me. “I love fucking your pussy on my bike.”

  “Maybe this is how we’ll conceive our first child,” I tell him.

  Then, feeling bad, I rush to correct myself. “I mean, each of our second children, but our first child together. I mean, Caleb is going to be ours together, too, soon, officially, and already is…”

  I can’t find the right words. Nothing is coming out right. I’m nervous about ruining our first day as husband and wife.

  “I know what you meant,” he says, pulling me closer to him and kissing me. “Shhhh, it’s okay.”

  “Good,” I tell him. “Because I want to honor your past as well as our future.”

  “And you do,” he says. “You saved me. You made me alive again. I was an empty shell of a man before I met you, and I thought I was going to stay that way for the rest of time. I was wrong. Thanks to you.”

  “And thanks to you, I have a new start too,” I tell him, as he begins thrusting in and out of me again. I squeeze my pussy walls around his big cock. “And so does Caleb. You looked out for us, protected us. Us and the Bradfords too.”

  “It was the Dogs,” he insists. “They became my replacement family. I couldn’t have done anything without them.”

  “Well, you’re my hero, and my protector, our protector,” I tell him.

  I lay my head against his chest while he fucks me. Then he gently pulls my hair in the other direction and I lay half back while he looks at my breasts and my pussy as he fucks me.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” I tell him.

  “Good, because you’re gonna make me come, too, wifey.”

  I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on tight as he rides me like he rides his bike. Pure ecstasy runs through me as I come, and I feel him pulsing and throbbing as he comes too.

  “Hell yeah,” he says, groaning and pumping some more. “This is fucking amazing.”

  He pulls out of me and looks down at my pussy again.

  “Look at this creampie I put in you,” he says. “And I think I’ve put a baby in you too. I just have a feeling.”

  I collapse onto his broad chest, breathing heavily, hot now, instead of cold.

  “That would be a beautiful beginning for our baby,” I tell him, looking up into his loving eyes. “Just like this is an awesome way to start our marriage. I love you, Larson.”

  “I love you too, Brynn,” he says, kissing me. “And I can’t wait to keep loving and protecting you, and Caleb, and any other children we might have together, for the rest of time.”

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  Chapter 1 – Stacy

  Today was supposed to be a normal start to a normal day at work— at least, as “normal” as anything could be when one’s job is stripping, which, mine happens to be. But nothing was turning out to be normal at all.

  The music wasn’t on, and the doors to the club were closed. My friend Lindsey and I both tried calling the owner. A few of the other dancers and bartenders showed up, scratching their heads as well.

  “He isn’t answering my calls. Any luck, Lindsey?” I asked, smoothing my hand down the rusted door to the bar.

  The alley way began to darken with the sky. The only thing that usually kept this area lit were the lights from the bar when it was open, which it was supposed to be now, but clearly wasn’t.

  “No. I’ve been trying to call his ass for the last ten minutes!” Lindsey hissed, staring at her phone as if it could give her a magical answer.

  I rubbed my chin and glanced up at the sign that would originally be lit up, letting everyone know Bar Seven was open for business.

  Frowning, I sighed and looked at my phone. “Yeah, we were supposed to be open twenty minutes ago.”

  Now there were customers beginning to wobble down the alley, expecting a fun time. They looked just as puzzled as we were to find out the bar wasn’t open.

  “Yo, what’s happening? Ya’ll not open?” A guy asked, his girl for the night hanging off of him.

  Just then, Lindsey’s phone rang. “Shit, it’s him!” she took the call and jutted out her hips to the side. “Hey. What’s going on?! Are you alright? As you probably know, we’re due to start our shifts now, and customers are waiting for the bar to open,” she huffed. “What do you mean closed? It’s a weekday. What? For good? Jim, that can’t— oh shit,” Lindsey took her phone off her ear and stared at it in the palm of her hand.

  More people gathered by the door.

  “Lindsey, what’s going on?” I asked her, to break her from that listless gaze.

  “We’re all out of a job…” she whispered.

  I grabbed her shoulders and gently shook her, so she could look me in the eye and say that again. I needed confirmation.

  “What? Lindsey!”

  As if finally snapping out of it, Lindsey turned back to the spunky, take charge girl I knew and loved. She walked away from me and over to the small crowd of dancers and bartenders as well as the loyal, early bird customers, all of whom had gathered to wait for some news.

  “I’m sorry everyone, but Bar Seven is closed… permanently. I just got the news. I’m sure there are some other spots to go to, but, right now, I’m sorry to say I’m quite shocked to have learned of this information and I have no suggestions.”

  Holy shit, she was telling the truth. I had bills that needed to be paid— the most important one being rent— and they were all due within a week. And my one way to pay them was over. I’d worked my way up to dancing at Bar Seven— that sounds like a fake brag but it was the best club in town and only accepted girls with both the looks and the experience to qualify as entertaining enough for the customers— and, quite frankly, I’d burned my bridges with clubs I’d left for greener pastures. There’s a strange loyalty system where club owners essentially say, “Don’t let the door hit you on your way out” if you leave.

  I had wanted to get out of the business for a while now, before the decision was made for me— the girls who danced at Bar seven were also usually quite young— but there was the little problem of money. Stripping wasn’t really my scene but in this economy it was the one surefire way to win money.

  Still, although people always laughed at me when they found out— causing me to stop telling anyone— I was a virgin. I had some traditional notions of wanting marriage and kids one day down the line. And I wasn’t fooling myself that being an exotic dancer was the best way to go about accomplishing those life goals.

  I was working my way through school, albeit slowly, since stripping at night didn’t give me much time for studying. At least I had some end goal eventually in mind, though. Exotic dancing was supposed to be just a temporary stepping stone on my path to bigger and better things in life. But the money was secure and I didn’t seem to have any better prospects so I’d gotten stuck on that same damn stone for probably far too long.

  My good friend Willow had come and gone from a previous club I’d worked for, and she always told me there really were other opportuni
ties out there that I should explore. But that was easy enough for her to say, when her next great opportunity had literally run right into her life in the form of a rich, handsome customer who needed a nanny. Then he’d needed some sex from the nanny. Then he’d been unable to keep his hands off the nanny, and now they’re married, so, that was that.

  Meanwhile, no billionaire knight in shining armor had shown up to rescue me or pay my bills, so off to work at Bar Seven I’d continued to go nearly every night. Until tonight, which turned out to be my last night ever working here, like it or not. I guess it was time to make some decisions about my future, whether I felt ready to make them or not.

  Chapter 2 – Stacy

  My gut felt like it was sinking down to the bottom of the ocean as I let Lindsey’s news settle in, and my feet grew heavy like lead weights. What the hell? He couldn’t find the decency to call us and say he was closing up shop?

  Instincts told me that it was more than a one and done sort of thing. But that was none of my business. My landlord wasn’t going to care if the FBI or even God himself shut the place down; he wanted his money.

  That thought only reminded me that so many people were counting on this money, including me. I had a family, and they weren’t doing too hot on money either. Good thing I had student loans for my schooling, or else I’d be screwed to the hundredth power.

  Everyone wandered back into the streets, where they began to head off into different directions. Lindsey leaned on a wall and rubbed her forehead.

  “Shit,” she mumbled under her breath.

  “What happened? Did the building get foreclosed on?” I was prying, and damn it, I had every right to do so. This was my money too.

  “That old ass fart. He wouldn’t tell me. But I bet it’s gotta be pretty bad to get him to close the doors.”

  It was over. For real. Just like that.

 

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