by Naomi West
“Daria, you’ve been living out of your suitcase in the hotel for months.”
I sobered up pretty quickly when I realized he was serious.
“But we’re so young.” It was a flimsy excuse, one that we both knew I didn’t believe at all, but I didn’t know what else to say at the time.
“We haven’t been young for a long while, Daria.” As usual, Rocky was right. We loved each other, we’d been through hell together, why shouldn’t we move in? When it came down to it though, I wanted to be with him and a little decision like where I’d live didn’t seem worth the pain of being apart.
We spent most of our time at either the shop or the club now anyway, so living together didn’t seem as daunting as it originally did. The Satan’s Wings had undergone a massive change since Cameron left. It was better now, safer and happier. It was hard to explain but all the members were a lot closer now, a lot more open. There were meetings every week, a lot of them about mainly nothing, but it kept the communication going. A lot of people had moved back into the clubhouse, since Cameron had wanted everyone out of there while he was president.
It was always busy when we were there. Chaotic but in a good way. Many wives and kids of club members stayed at the clubhouse more and more now, and weren’t afraid to be associated with each other. You’d walk into the compound and see kids mucking around, parents hanging out, food everywhere and smiles on everyone.
I said to Rocky one day, “It’s like we’re a big family now.”
Rocky smiled a bittersweet smile. “That’s the way it was always meant to be.”
It pleased Rocky to no end when he spoke about the club and what changes had been made. The biggest change of all, though, was with Rocky himself.
After Cameron’s arrest, everyone had come together and voted for a new President. It was unanimous. Rocky had been so shocked when they’d turned to him and said they’d like for him to take over his father’s club. He was hesitant at first, not wanting to take over and grow bitter in the position, not wanting to be responsible if he couldn’t salvage the club. It was the word ‘father’ that made all the difference, though, knowing that the club was behind him and his dad and were disregarding everything that Cameron had wanted.
Rocky had agreed eventually and promised then and there to all the club members that things were going to change. Whether or not anyone believed him didn’t matter, because in mere days, he had already started changing things. Rocky was taking his job seriously, restoring the name that Satan’s Wings once had was no easy task but with every passing day he got closer and closer to his goal. He had the whole club behind him as well.
The truce between the Satan’s Wings and the Nightmares was the first big change that made people stop and take notice. Apart from it being much appreciated by both clubs, it was also heavily appreciated by the townspeople. No more club rivalries was good news all round. It wasn’t uncommon now to find Nightmares staying at the clubhouse if they were passing through and vice versa.
That was what made Rocky most happy, knowing he’d helped create peace between two rival clubs, something his dad would have been proud of.
My head was so filled with reflecting on all the wild twists and turns of the last month and a half that I hadn’t even heard Rocky waking up in bed next to me. It wasn’t until I felt his warm exhale on my neck that I realized he was up and looking at me.
I twisted around to meet his eyes.
“What?” I said teasingly. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like… you know. You know exactly what you’re doing.”
He smiled with his eyes – that stupid, beautiful smile that made my heart do backflips every time I saw it. “No, I don’t, ma’am,” he said with mock seriousness. “You’ll have to explain.”
“Like you want to eat me.”
His smile broadened a notch. Pearly white teeth. Those eyes, flashing, twinkling, teasing. God, I wanted him so bad these days. Every little thing he did made me warm and wet and hungry for his touch. I bit my lip. He always loved when I did that.
One eyebrow raised, he said, “Hmm. Now that you mention it, maybe I do.”
“No, wait, don’t,” I started to protest, but he was already gone, slipping below the covers. I felt him move between my legs, and any further objection was whisked out of my mouth as soon as his tongue brushed across my thigh.
“Rocky…” came the hushed moan from between my lips. He murmured something I couldn’t hear and licked a little higher.
I remembered suddenly that I hadn’t worn panties to bed the night before and my heart rate ticked up a bit. His tongue slid higher, licking the crease in my hip. His hands were warm, caressing my thighs and sliding beneath me to cup my ass and lift me towards his mouth.
I looked down, hoping to see his shining eyes. But that was harder these days, given how big my pregnant belly had gotten.
A baby – we’d never planned on it; it was just one of those things that happened. Not unlike everything else that had happened from the moment Rocky and I had met. But just like that first conversation, that first kiss, the first time I’d felt his touch on me and in me – we went along with it. Soon, we’d have a little bundle of joy to coo over. I couldn’t wait to meet him or her. Son, daughter, it wouldn’t matter. I just wanted a little one to love. Rocky did, too.
Just as thoughts of our baby swept across my mind, I felt one of Rocky’s hands move up to rub gently across my stomach. It felt like… like love. Love made real. Love made solid.
And Rocky’s tongue moving closer and closer to my wet pussy felt like fire itself.
“Rocky…” I moaned again. He grunted wordlessly, squeezed my ass once, and licked me from top to bottom.
It was like all the breath had gotten sucked out of my lungs. How was it this good, every time, even after all the time we’d spent naked, exploring each other? How was every touch so heavenly?
It didn’t make sense. But I didn’t want to question it.
So I gave in.
He lapped at me again as he moved a hand to my entrance and carefully swirled a fingertip around as he took my clit into his mouth.
That familiar flame had started to build up in the pit of my stomach. I knew what it meant – I needed him inside me.
I reached down and grabbed his chin. I pulled him up, loving as always the way his bulk slid across my skin. His muscles were taut and bulging. He wasn’t wearing any clothes, I noticed with a wry grin.
I tugged his mouth to mine to lick my own taste off of his lips. The kiss was hungry and open and deep. I felt his cock rising stiff between my legs. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
How amazing was that?
“What is it, babe?” he teased.
“I need you,” I whimpered.
“How bad?”
“Stop teasing me, you asshole.”
He just smiled that smile as he rubbed his tip against my slickness. The fire was insatiable, now. I needed him as badly as I needed oxygen, food, water.
“Now,” I said through gritted teeth.
He leaned back and lined himself up against me. He started to slide forward, but then stopped before he’d gone too far. I noticed a worried wrinkle in his brow.
“What?” I said. “Is everything okay?”
His eyes rose to meet mine. “I’m not gonna hurt the baby, am I?” he said.
I laughed out loud. The concern was adorable.
“No,” I giggled. “The doctor said it’s totally fine for at least another few weeks. And besides,” I added, “once the baby is born, we’re not going to be able to have sex for a while. So you’d better give me enough now to last a while.”
His worry faded away, replaced by a cocky grin.
“Then lay back, baby, because I’m about to make you scream. Hope the neighbors aren’t sleeping, unless they wanna be woken up.”
I laughed as he fell back on top of me. The laughter quickly became moans as he bucked inside, filling me with
his thick shaft.
It took a sweaty hour before we’d finally had enough. Rocky’s cock pulsed in my mouth, coating my tongue with his seed. He tasted good – salty, earthy, and totally mine. When he’d finally finished cumming, we fell back into each others’ arms. Sleep took over as the sunshine filtered through the window.
What more could I want?
# # #
A month later
My whole body ached. But looking down at the beautiful baby girl in my arms, it was like the pain got put on mute. I didn’t matter anymore; all that mattered was my daughter.
I felt Rocky leaning against my shoulder.
“She’s so beautiful,” he murmured. It was at least the millionth time he’d said that, and yet, I wasn’t sick of hearing it yet. I might never be sick of hearing it. The sweetness in his voice – so out of character for a man as tough as him, and yet, so right – was like honey.
“Is it bad to say that I’m glad everything worked out this way?” I said with a hint of guilt in my voice. “Is it unfair that we’re so happy?”
“No, not at all. I feel the same,” Rocky replied.
“I finally feel like my mother’s death wasn’t in vain. That justice was served, you know?”
“I do know. And I got you in return.”
Rocky grinned down at me, a goofy, carefree smile that made my heartrate kick up a notch.
It felt like it had taken a lifetime for us to get to this point. To be young and happy and carefree.
Not everything was always going to work out like this, but for now, we’d take what we could get.
THE END
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CONTROL: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Blackened Souls MC)
By Naomi West
I REFUSE TO REST UNTIL SHE’S UNDER MY CONTROL.
New girl in town means fresh meat for the taking.
One and done is my usual motto… but this one is different.
Taking her once won’t be enough.
I need her screaming my name, obeying my commands… and carrying my baby.
She looked like a fish out of water when she wandered into my town.
Said she was new around here…
But all I heard was “Take me, please.”
Your wish is my command, princess.
I’m the man who will ruin her for all others.
Cocky as hell? Yeah.
Hotter than that? Damn straight.
And I’m more than ready to take this angel for a ride.
But there’s more to this girl than meets the eye.
Turns out she was the bait in a trap I never saw coming.
I’m a lone wolf, not a breeding stallion.
But her father has other ideas.
And with a gun against my head, what other choice do I have?
Sleeping with Katrin is just the beginning of things.
Before I know it, there’s a wedding on the horizon.
And my baby growing inside her belly.
I guess this is what happens when you lose control.
OWNED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Blood Warriors MC)
I BOUGHT HER SO SHE COULD GIVE ME A CHILD.
I need a son to fulfill my father’s last wishes.
The pretty bartender is perfect for the job: hot, lonely, and desperate.
Now, I own all of her – from her lips to her womb.
And she’s going to have my baby.
It sure as hell wasn’t how I saw my life going.
I’m a biker, after all, not some loser dad with a white picket fence and 2.3 annoying children.
I drink, I fight, I screw.
I definitely don’t babysit.
But even for a rebel like myself, some things simply must be done.
My father begged me on his deathbed to give him a grandchild.
Plus, he made it a requirement of my inheritance.
Fine. As you wish, Pops.
One baby, coming up.
But the women in my life are hardly fit for conversation, much less reproducing.
I need someone a little different.
That’s where Star came in.
She’s as tough as they come, but more importantly, she’s desperate for some money.
I can give her that.
In exchange, I want all of her.
I want to see that sexy little grin.
To touch that tight little body.
And to give her a night that she will never forget – at least, not for nine months afterwards.
I’ll do whatever I want with this vixen.
After all, I own her now.
Broken: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Satan’s Wings MC)
SHE’S NAKED, WET, AND BROKEN – BUT MOST OF ALL, SHE’S MINE.
Second chance? F**k that.
I only need one moment alone to get Daria begging for my c*ck.
I’m gonna f*ck her full of my seed until she realizes the truth:
I’m not the kid she used to know anymore--I’m a motherf*cking man.
She’s trying to put the pieces of her life back together.
I’m trying to hunt down my father’s killers.
It wasn’t the right time or place to do what I did…
But do I look like the kind of guy who gives a sh*t?
Let me answer that for you: no, I’m not.
I couldn’t care less what Daria wants.
Because what I want is this:
Her legs spread wide.
Her mouth held open.
And not a stitch of clothing anywhere in sight.
I’m gonna tease her until she breaks.
Then I’m going to pick up the pieces and f*ck her ‘til she sees stars.
Inconvenient?
Maybe.
Crossing a line?
Most definitely.
But will it be worth it when I finally f*ck the girl next door?
You better believe it will be.
STOLEN: The Vanguard MC
I STOLE HIS BRIDE AND PUT MY BABY INSIDE OF HER.
Wyland West should’ve learned a long time ago: Do. Not. F*ck. With. Me.
But he stuck his nose where he didn’t belong, and now he’ll pay…
With his most valuable possession: his fiancé.
I’m going to break her. Mold her. And make her scream my name.
The new District Attorney, Wyland West, is a spiteful S.O.B.
He’s got a hard-on for stomping out people like me.
Rebels.
Bikers.
Bad boys.
He wants to clean the streets, whatever the hell that means.
But what he doesn’t know is that he doesn’t run this city…
I do.
And I’m not about to let a bastard like him take over without a fight.
He wants to f*ck with me?
Fine.
I’m going to f*ck him right back.
Starting with what he holds most dear…
His beautiful bride.
She’s gorgeous, alright, but by the time I’m through with her, she’ll be a naked, broken mess.
By the time I’m done, she’ll be addicted to my c*ck.
Dependent on my lips.
Hungry and desperate for one more taste of my seed.
But Wyland is more stubborn than I thought.
He’s trying to burn my world to the ground unless I give her back.
Do your worst, you son of a b*tch.
Once I stole her, she became mine forever.
SOLD: Jagged Souls MC
Every piece of her belongs to me now
.
I’m on a hunt for my best friend’s killer.
But I couldn’t pass up the chance to purchase a woman like her.
She and her son are my possessions now…
And I will use them both as I please.
I saw her on stage and I had to have her.
Blond, gorgeous, innocent –
I needed that body in my bed.
Beneath my hands.
Submitting to my touch, my taste, my commands.
But just as suddenly as she comes into my life, she disappears.
No big deal.
I have bigger fish to fry.