by K. L. Savage
I watch as her tongue swirls around me, licking me from root to tip, lapping at the plum crown and sensitive glands. “You are so fucking good at this,” I groan, seeing the shine of her spit sparkle on my dick in the morning sun peeking through the curtains.
She’s wearing the cut I had made just for her. On the back it says, ‘Property of Reaper’ with the Ruthless Kings rocker on it. She’s the first ol’ lady in the club, and I have a feeling now that the guys see how happy I am and how amazing it is to have one woman in your bed, they’ll want to settle down too.
She rubs her fingers between my asshole and my sack, pressing against the sensitive skin. It’s a spot I had no idea I liked, but when she did it the first time, I lost my load in five seconds. “Don’t you dare. I’m not ready to be done with you just yet.”
She smiles around my shaft when she knows I figured out her plan to make me come quick. That’s not happening. Actually, I prefer it never to happen because quick is just not enough time with my doll.
“You find that funny?” Quick, I wrap my arms around her slim back and flip us so I’m hovering over her. I fuck my cock inside her tight pussy in one stroke. “You’re so wet. Does sucking my dick turn you on that much?”
“Yes,” she hisses as I fill her up and stretch her out. “I love your cock in my mouth.”
That only makes my orgasm inch closer. She’s so beautiful and magical. I’m not sure what I deserved to have her in my life. Our road wasn’t easy, by any means. Everything and everyone was against us. Hell, I was my own worst enemy.
But fate won, and now I’m the happiest I have ever been in my life.
Her eyes shut, and I watch the variety of expressions cross her face with every stroke I give her. We always go hard. We always fuck. But right now, with how angelic she looks with her golden hair around her, reminding me of a halo, I decide to show her how much I love her.
I rock in and out of her, taking my cock out to the point where the tip is all that’s left, and then gently, I slide back in. She cries out, arching her back, and her fingers dig into my back, over my freshly healed scars from the accident.
I kiss down her tan skin, the canvas of a goddess, and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, praising her to show how blessed I am. Her tits are heavier, swollen, and her nipples are redder than usual. I love her tits just how they are, but when they get like this, it’s like a treat I don’t expect to have.
I lap at them, rolling them between my teeth. She clenches around me when I pop off her tight bead and move to the next one. I play with her mounds, jiggling them and watching them bounce. Something is so different about them. I can’t put my finger on it. It isn’t that time of the month because she doesn’t get this turned on from it.
“Reaper,” she whispers.
Mmm, fuck, I love it when she says my road name in bed. “Yeah, doll?”
“Harder.”
“No.”
“Reaper!” she cries from my protest. “Please!”
“I said no, doll.” I pull my cock from her sweet cunt, and she reaches for me, hungry for my dick, but I slap her hand away.
“I can’t believe you’d deny a pregnant woman.”
She says that right as I wrap my hand around myself to give a solid stroke. “What did you just say?” I stare at her, stunned in disbelief.
She crawls onto her knees and straightens so we are looking one another in the eye. Sarah grabs my hand and places it on her stomach and exhales dreamily. “I’m pregnant, Reaper.”
For one moment, my heart stops beating, and I stare at my hand that’s lying flat against her stomach. My hand engulfs her. She’s so little. “You’re pregnant?” I repeat.
She nods. “I found out yesterday. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you.”
Something inside me grows, claws, and snaps. She’s mine. She really is mine. With a savage snarl, I pick her up and stand, bending her over the bed. I slide my way into her again. It isn’t slow. It’s hard. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like I need to mark her again, claim her. I’m not sure. This need, it’s feral.
“Reaper!” she screams as I slam inside her. Every stroke is harder than the last. I keep one hand on her hip and the other on her stomach, pounding my filthy way inside her.
I can’t contain how happy I am. Finally, after so many years of wondering if I was going to die alone, someone decided I deserve happiness.
I’m snarling, pounding ruthlessly into her sweet cunt. Sweat fills the air, fueling me further. It’s like she’s pouring gasoline all over me, igniting that fire that is turning into a wild blaze. I can’t be controlled. I curl over her when her first orgasm rips through, sucking me deep and begging for my seed, but I don’t give it to her.
No.
She has it already, greedy girl. And it’s growing inside her as we live, as we breathe. I’m not sure what the hell I’m going to do with a baby here at the MC, but it will be the most protected person in this club.
“I love you,” I whisper into her ear. “I love you so fucking much, and I’ll protect you and our child until my last breath.”
“Let me see you,” she says.
I flip us again until she is on her back, and I can see her wet lashes. Her tits, it all makes sense, and why the smell of bacon has been making her sick. I drop onto my elbows and slow down again, pressing our mouths together in a passionate kiss. I still, keep my hand flat against her belly, and moan.
“I’m going to come,” she says.
“Not yet. With me. Come with me,” I beg, quickening my thrusts until the only sounds in the room are our breaths mingling and my sack slapping against her ass. She’s dripping wet, scorching, and if she wasn’t pregnant before, she will be after today.
In unison, we climax, her pussy squeezing me tight and sucking the seed from my dick. I fill her up, grunting into her mouth, lavishing her soft skin with my hands, touching every part of her. I plant myself so deep that she cries out again when I hit that sensitive spot, and she shatters beneath me again.
She’s more sensitive now.
I’m already liking the change in her body. Fuck, my cock swells when I think of her round belly and her wobble as she walks. She’ll lay her hand on her stomach, rubbing our baby, comforting him or her. And I want to fuck her all over again now.
She’s going to be an amazing mother.
“Wow,” she says. She stretches her arms above her head and yawns. “I’m going to take a nap.”
I kiss the tip of her nose, inhaling the smell of peaches from her hair, and pull out of her with a grunt. I clean us up and tuck her in. I stare at her. So many things were against us, and here we are, beating the odds. She’s already asleep by the time I’m dressed. I slide out the door, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell everyone, but maybe she wants it to be a surprise, so I keep my mouth shut.
I have a feeling everyone will be happy, maybe even Boomer.
There’s one person I need to talk to, though.
I walk by a few cut-sluts, and some of the guys are laughing and playing pool, lifting their beers to me as I walk out the door that Tank fixed for a second time. The early morning sun is bright, and somehow the stars have managed to stay out. I light a cigarette and lean against the porch, staring up at the sky like it has all the answers.
“Hawk, man, I have no idea where to start.” I take an inhale of my smoke, nervous, and wondering if I’m crazy for talking to nothing but the everlasting sky. “I know you didn’t know about her, but I know you do know. She’s strong, like you, like Boomer, and before you go wishing you could kick my ass, know that I love her more than anything in this world. She’s safe with me. I’m not asking for your permission because I’m going to love her anyway. She’s pregnant. She’s perfect. I’m happy and—” I get a bit choked up because I wish he was here so fucking bad. “I wish you were here to see it, to meet your daughter and your grandbaby. I want you to know I have them. I’m going to take care of them. You can trust me.
I’ll lay my life down. I’ll carve out any hearts, my own included. You’re missed, old friend. I don’t know how life got to be where it’s at, but I have no doubt in my mind that she’s here because you sent her to me. I’ll see you later rather than sooner, I hope.” I suck another drag of smoke in my lungs and grin. “She’s fucking crazy, just like you. It must run in your damn blood. It’s the only thing I worry about with my kid. Let me tell you what she did. She strung up this guy on a hook−” I proceed to tell him about how I found her, beating her captor and being a complete badass.
“She’s so damn strong. A little whacked in the head, but I guess she wouldn’t be mine if she wasn’t, right?” I stare at the sky, the darkness of the night blends with the yellow rays of the sun, and the stars start to disappear.
My only wish is to know he can hear me.
A shooting star bursts across the sky, and I don’t believe in shit like that, but right now, I’m going to.
“What are you doing?” Sarah wraps her arms around me and kisses my shoulder.
A few more shooting stars cross the sky. “Just wondering how I’m going to handle not one, but two maniacs. Have you met you?”
“Oh, you better stop!” She slaps my shoulder, and I throw her over my shoulder and slap her ass. She laughs, the sound music to my ears.
I take one last look at the sky, and I swear one of the stars winks at me.
Yeah, I don’t believe in much, but maybe now is the time to start. I have fate on my side, love, and the MC. Life is good.
And as long as I have my little maniac, I’ll be alright.
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Acknowledgments
Kari, you knocked the cover out of the park! Thank you for everything you do and all my last minute add ons.
Austin – Y'alls blessing means more then you'll ever know.
To my other half - you deserve a medal for dealing with all me. You have been with me through all my ups and downs, I’m sure I don’t say it enough but thank you.
To my twin yes you the instigator to my bad decisions you rock!
H.R. - You’re always there whenever I need you, your friendship means the world to me. (Not keeping score)
Little Girl - There is nothing I could ask you for that wouldn’t give me. If I needed something for work when I was first started trying get my life together and wanted to try something new, never once did you say no. Or when I’m being extra and have to have the latest thing that came out. Even now I came to you and said I think I wanna try this and you didn’t even bat an eye, you just said ok. Your faith and trust in me never changes no matter if we don’t see eye to eye all the time. Don’t ever think I don’t appreciate all the opportunities I have because of you.
Thanks for all the late-night discussions or just listening to me while I work things out in my head. Bet you never thought I’d thank you for our discussions and put it in writing. I guess stranger things have happened. I couldn’t have asked for a better dad. (5 little words)
Silla Webb thanks for swooping in to save this release. I definitely couldn’t have pulled it off without you.
M.J. Seriously you're the greatest, you’re always there to talk me of a ledge and point me in the right direction. You have fed my crazy from day one!! Which might I add is the coolest thing ever. Thank you for being so awesome.
L.A You have been there through every milestone since I discovered the book world. You quickly went from this author I met, to one of my best friends. Thanks for being you and letting me always pick your brain.
To D.R. – Even though we don't have the same taste in teams,
thanks for sharing your better half with me.
Chips, we may not talk as much as we like but you’re still my sunshine
Quen - Its time to pop bottles!
K.L. Savage is the pseudonym of two friends addicted to rough love, who decided they were tired of looking for the kind of books they wanted to read.
They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and as every girl knows, nothing scratches better than an alpha.
They write about gritty, alpha males, sometimes their dark sides, and the women they love.
If you have the same itch, their alpha males should fix that.
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