by Nicole Fox
Jess pulled away, sitting up a little. “No, Thorn, you misunderstand me,” she said, looking as serious as I'd ever seen her. “I know the last time I agreed to do something spontaneous, it didn't go so well, but this… I'm actually asking you to move in with me.”
I stared up at her, reaching out to cup her cheek in my palm. “I wouldn't fit into your nice suburban life,” I reminded her, even though there was something inside of me that wanted to agree to what she was proposing. I knew it wasn't a smart idea, but at the same time…
“Why not?” Jess challenged. “You aren't going to be a member of the Sigma Saints anymore, right? You'll have to find a job doing ... whatever it is you know how to do. And you'd probably have to get some sort of mufflers for your bike. But we could make this work.” She bit her lower lip. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I responded reflexively. I shook my head, pushing myself into a sitting position as well. “You should have waited to have this conversation until we at least had our clothes on,” I grumbled.
Jess rolled her eyes and hopped out of bed, tugging on her panties and then pulling on my teeshirt. “There, you happy?” she asked, a glinting challenge in her eyes.
I couldn't help laughing. “That's not what I meant, you minx,” I said, eyeing the way her breasts poked out against the soft fabric of my shirt. I reached out and tweaked one of her nipples, then sighed and tried to sort out my feelings enough for this conversation.
“Look, why don't you at least consider it?” Jess asked. “It's not like you have anything better to go back to, right? You'd still need to find a real job and whatever else. Why not do that from my place? If nothing else, the house is at least big enough that you could stay in one of the guest bedrooms and we wouldn't even really need to interact with one another. And if I really started to hate you, I could always kick you out again.”
I stared at her and then sighed, running a hand back through my hair. “I am so not the suburban guy,” I reminded her. “If you had an apartment in the city, then maybe I could do it, but your house out in the suburbs is...”
“Fine,” Jess said, looking even more calculating. “So we'll stay in my house until it sells and then we'll find a place together. I could do with getting out of a place that the Sigma Saints could locate anyway; the last thing I need is some of Silas's goons to come knocking on my door one day and decide that it's time to play some more.”
I grimaced. “You're just doing this for protection?” I asked her.
“No,” Jess said firmly, shaking her head. She reached out a hand and placed it on my leg. “I'm doing this because I love you. But moving house is probably an added benefit.”
And here we were, nearly a year later, signing the forms to have our own place together, right in the heart of downtown. Of course, we hadn't lived out in Jess's house for most of six months now. I had been going crazy in there, and Jess had wanted to dress up the place to show it so that she could get a better price on it anyway. We'd been staying in Dorian's old apartment since he mostly lived at the national headquarters now. It had been nice, but it had been a little small for us, more of a bachelor pad than anything else.
In our new place, Jess would have space for the art studio that she had been dying for since she quit her job as an investment analyst. And we'd still have a guest bedroom if Brent or anyone else came to visit.
“So what do you say?” I asked Jess, leering at her a little. “Is it time for us to christen the place?”
Jess laughed a little, pushing at my shoulder. “You're insatiable,” she said. “We don't even have furniture yet.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Is that supposed to stop us now?” I asked. “It's not like we've never had spontaneous sex on the floor before. And I remember that your goal for the year was to be more spontaneous...”
Jess rolled her eyes a little, but she was laughing. “All right, all right,” she said, stepping into the circle of my arms and leaning up to kiss me.
I walked her back until she was pressed against the kitchen countertops, pressing our lower bodies together so she could feel how desperately I desired her in that moment. Not that our lust for one another ever really seemed to wear off; we were practically like teenagers, even a year into our relationship.
I caught her shirt and pulled it up and over her head, pleased to see the lacy black bra that she was wearing. She still had a tendency to dress pretty conservatively, but her style had undergone a dramatic change since I had first known her. And this bra was like a punch of lust right to my gut, hugging her breasts and molding them into the perfect shape.
I bent down and kissed each boob before reaching around behind her and undoing the closure on the bra, flinging the garment somewhere off to another part of the kitchen, causing Jess to giggle. But she wasn't giggling anymore as I grabbed a breast in either hand, dragging the pads of my thumbs across her nipples and toying with them until each nipple stood sharply out from her mounds.
She brought her hands up between us and began unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it back off my shoulders and then going to work on my belt. She groaned as I distracted her with a love-bite at the side of her neck, right where her collarbone and the line of her throat came together.
She gave a little breathless laugh and pulled away from me, beginning to remove her own jeans and panties. “Come on, catch up,” she whined, eyes moving restlessly over my half-clothed form.
“And you said that I was the insatiable one,” I said, laughing at her. But I complied with her wishes, undoing my belt and then shucking off my pants and boxers all in one go.
My dick sprang up between us, already interested in the proceedings and curving upwards. I gave it a few rough tugs, unable to help myself, needing to take that edge off the desperation.
Jess smiled at me and stepped back in close, curling a hand around my erection even as she resumed kissing me. She'd grown bolder over the past year, and I appreciated that about her. Where once she'd been demure and uncertain in bed, she was rapidly learning what I liked in bed and making sure that she gave as well as she got.
“Where do you want me?” she suddenly asked, pulling away from the kiss and peering up at me.
I considered our options. Most of the floors were hardwood, and although I knew she wouldn't complain about that in a pinch, I wanted to do something a little easier for her, especially since this was our first time in our new apartment, the one that would set the precedent for everything to come after.
I spun her around so she was facing the counter and bent her over, pressing her hands forwards against the top of the marbled surface. I kicked her legs out to either side a little to allow me easy access to her waiting hole and then pushed slowly inside.
She sighed, sounding pleased, and relaxed back against me, making little movements to help me hit all the right angles as I thrust into her. We moved in perfect sync with one another, both approaching our climaxes at a steady rate. Suddenly, her hand grabbed for mine, twining our fingers together against the countertop — our countertop — in our new apartment.
I gasped and suddenly jerked against her, bliss pouring through me like molten energy. She came at nearly the same time, her silken walls milking at my penis and making my orgasm just that much more intense.
When we broke apart, she turned around and leaned up to kiss me, giving me a shy little look that I recognized from every time she had an idea she wanted to try out. “I thought you were going to last longer than that,” she said. “But instead, I guess we're going to have to go on a sex tour and see if we can have sex in every one of these rooms before the furniture gets delivered. How does that sound?”
I laughed a little, swatting at her arm. “I repeat, and you said that I was the insatiable one!”
She laughed a little and shrugged unrepentantly. “Well, maybe we can wait until some of the furniture is delivered,” she said magnanimously. “If you don't think you can do it that many times before tomorrow morning.”
I
growled a little and pulled her close with a tight grip on her bottom. “Trust me, I can get it up that many times,” I told her confidently. “So unless you don't think you could handle having me thrust into you that many times...”
Jess giggled, her eyes flashing. “I'd say that sounds like a pretty fair challenge,” she said. “Anyway, we do have to christen the place ... start things off on the right foot.”
I shook my head and kissed her again. “I love you,” I told her.
She grinned, a little of her former shyness coming over her again. “I love you, too.”
THE END
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HOGTIED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Satan's Chaos MC)
By Nicole Fox
I’LL KEEP HER TIED UP UNTIL SHE GIVES ME WHAT I WANT: A BABY.
I was running from the law when I came across a bonfire in the desert.
Crazy girl burning her ex’s car? Check.
Hot as hell and desperate for a revenge f**k? Check.
The last person in the world I should be associating with? Check, check, and checkmate.
But she’s too damn perfect for me to stay away.
I needed to lie low for a while, and the best place to hide is in plain sight.
So I take a job guarding a reality star in the middle of an emotional breakdown.
After all, no one would expect a criminal like me to be swimming in the rich kid end of the pool.
Her glitzy diamonds and ritzy dances are a far cry from the leather and liquor I’m used to.
But Francesca Savoy is temptation in a tight black dress.
And she’s falling off her high horse…
Right into my tattooed arms.
I’ll let her keep thinking she’s the one running the show.
She doesn’t know that she’s falling for me.
That every touch, every tease, every rough, sweaty f**k is getting her more and more ensnared in my trap.
I want one thing: a baby.
And no one is gonna stop me from getting it.
Not her ex.
Not her mother.
Not even Francesca herself.
MANHANDLED: Sigma Saints MC
SHE’S ABOUT TO GET MANHANDLED.
When you stick your nose where you don’t belong, then some punishment is in order.
It’s too late for “I’m sorry” or “It was an accident.”
She trespassed on the wrong man.
And I’m about to show her how delicious this punishment can be.
She was nothing special.
At least, that’s what I used to think.
When she first barged in and heard some things she definitely should NOT have heard, I didn’t think much of her.
She was cute, sure.
Sexy even, in an innocent kind of way.
But she was a loose end, and that meant one thing:
She needed to be tied up.
I cuffed her down until I could decide where to dispose of her once I’d done what had to be done.
But the longer I stared at her, the more my hunger grew.
A prize like this shouldn’t be just thrown away.
It needed to be tasted.
Savored.
Devoured.
I’d had a million girls before her, but Jess is another species entirely.
She brings out sides of me I never knew were there.
I don’t know whether to thank her for it…
Or bend her over my knee and spank her to teach her a lesson.
Lucky for me, I don’t have to choose between the two.
We’ve got plenty of time for both.
The Hitman’s Child: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance
SHE CAN HAVE HER CHOICE: MY BABY IN HER BELLY, OR MY BULLET IN HER BRAIN.
My clients want people dead.
And if this man is to be believed, his ex-wife deserves her fate more than most.
But I’m not so sure. Maybe she’s earned the sweet kiss of death…
Or maybe all she needs is a hard, sweaty f*ck.
She thought she was finally safe.
But she didn’t know that I was coming to kill her.
It was nothing personal.
I’m a hitman, not a judge or jury.
I don’t ask questions…
I just pull the trigger and hide the bodies.
But there’s something different about this one.
Something innocent.
Something pure.
Is she really the monster her husband claims she is?
Or is there another story hidden behind those pretty eyes?
Only one way to know for sure:
Force her to her knees and spread that mouth wide open.
DOM’S BABY: Broken Spires MC
I HAD A TASTE OF HER. NOW, I’M COMING FOR THE REST.
One more heist, and then I’ll be done with this life for good.
In and out. I’d done it a million times. This will be no different.
At least, that’s what I thought…
Then Erica showed up.
She was too delicious to pass up.
A pretty city girl in a world far removed from the one she knows.
In other words, easy prey.
Down here, we do things different.
When a man like me wants a woman like her, he doesn’t stop to ask questions.
He just takes.
And takes.
And takes.
Until his hunger is sated.
And that’s exactly what I did.
The stupid girl was about to get stabbed, but I had a different kind of penetration in mind.
I scooped her up, threw her across my bike, and took her home.
The rest was bare flesh and broken moans.
I wish it had ended there.
But you can’t always get what you want.
And this little angel is trying her damndest to drag me back into the underworld I’m desperately trying to escape.
Cut it out, princess.
You don’t give the orders around here – I do.
Now get on your knees.
I’m not going to ask twice.
King’s Baby: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance
By the time all this is over, she’ll have my baby in her belly.
She was the star dancer at a sh*thole strip joint with plans for something grander.
I was an ex-con trying as hard as possible to stay out of the spotlight.
None of this should have ever happened.
But she pushed too far, and I had to punish her… The only trouble is, she liked it.
On the run from the law, I’ve got to find work where I can, even if it’s bouncing at this trashy club.
I should be keeping a low profile, but Christy has other ideas.
The platinum blonde dancer is a thunderstorm of ambition and ego.
She thinks she can shake that pretty ass and I’ll help her with whatever she needs.
But she’s wrong.
The only needs I’m satisfying are carnal.
The problem is, when I bend that gorgeous body over, I lose control…
And my past catches up with me.
The old boys from the neighborhood aren’t keen on letting me disappear.
They’ve found me at my most vulnerable,
and they aren’t the type of guys to let me live my life in peace.
Especially not when a shadowy mob boss is guiding their every move.
I should drop everything and run.
But Christy’s got me hooked.
I want her body.
I crave her taste.
And I promise you th
is: come hell or high water, I’m going to make her mine…
In the most permanent way I know how –
By putting my baby inside of her.
Rip’s Baby: Hounds of Hades MC
Rip won’t rest until he puts a baby in my belly.
Rip Harris is just like the rest of the Hounds of Hades MC – loud, obnoxious, and always looking to get laid.
And just my luck – he’s now going to be working in my dad’s auto shop.
He might be sexy as hell, but if I truly want to break free of this town, I need to stay far away from him.
But when a star professor tries to force himself on me, there’s only one place to turn for help.
Too bad the price of Rip’s protection is my mind, my body… and my womb.