by Khloe Wren
“Want to take her upstairs? We’ll get Cleo sorted and bring her up in a bit.”
I shook my head as I scooped my woman up in my arms and held her against my chest.
“We’re riding out in the morning for who knows how long. I want to get her home. You know how it is, she’ll be fine in a little bit. Silk? Can you bring Cleo out to the car for me?”
“Sure, Mac. C’mon, little lady, let’s get you buckled in so you can go home and help Daddy take care of Mommy.”
I followed her out, staring at the tear-filled eyes of my little girl as she stared at her mom, with a hand reaching out for her. This shit gutted me every time, but it was part of life with Zara’s medical issues. Normally Cleo rolled with it without much fuss, but she was a different kid when she was sick. Even if it was just her cutting a new tooth, as Zara suspected. I was grateful she was a pretty healthy kid, for the most part.
As I lowered Zara into the seat of the car and buckled her in, I couldn’t help but resent the fact I had to leave her in the morning. Again. In this moment, I sure as fuck didn’t want to, but I would. My club needed me to do this. Hell, those innocents Sabella was forcing to work on their backs needed me to do this. And I couldn’t ignore the fact that until we neutralized Sabella, he would keep sending people after the club and our families. Might not end so well the next time someone pulled a fucking gun on Zara and Cleo. So, I would leave them in the morning to go make sure they were safe in the long run. No matter how much it fucking killed me to leave.
Zara
By the time Mac drove us home I’d recovered from the cataplexy attack. But my narcolepsy was still pulling me down, and I really wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. Well, part of me did. The other part wanted to get Cleo in bed, then get my sexy as hell husband naked to make the most of the night before he had to leave again in the morning.
While Mac got Cleo out of her car seat, I dragged myself out of my seat and toward the front door of our house. Unlocking things, I headed straight for the kitchen and got a bottle ready for Cleo, knowing Mac was getting her changed. I also pulled out the Baby Tylenol and got it ready to go too.
By the time Mac brought her out all changed and ready for bed, I had everything set.
“Babe, you look wrecked. Go on up to bed and I’ll get Cleo settled.”
Angry at myself because this was not how I planned to spend my night, I gave Cleo a kiss goodnight, then gave Mac a quick side hug before I headed upstairs and into our bedroom. I had no doubts Mac would get our girl medicated, fed and in her crib for the night without issue. I just hoped she’d stay there. She was normally a good sleeper, but with her out of sorts tonight, who knew how the night would go.
Kicking off my shoes, I sluggishly pulled the rest of my clothes off as my energy drained further with every movement I made. I was fumbling with the sheets when Mac’s strong arms wrapped around my middle, before he leaned forward and pulled the bedding back. I ran my fingers up and down the new ink covering his forearm. Then, because I married a caveman, he picked me up and after pressing a kiss to my temple, laid me onto the mattress. I think I may have purred a little when, after he stripped and joined me in bed, he started stroking a hand through my hair.
“You heard me talk about tomorrow, yeah?”
While cataplexy stole my ability to control my muscles, I could still feel and hear everything that happened around me. I just couldn’t respond, which drove me fucking nuts.
I nodded against the pillow, unable to keep my eyes open. “I did catch that. For how long this time?”
My voice came out harsher than I’d intended, but I was tired and on edge. And suddenly I wasn’t feeling so great about the Charon MC stealing my man away from me again. I also really wanted to ask where he was going but I knew full well if I did ask, he wouldn’t tell me because it was club business. There were times, like now, that I seriously regretted falling down this particular rabbit hole.
“I’m sorry, bunny. I wish I didn’t have to go, but this trip will make sure that what happened at Marie’s Cafe won’t happen again. I’m the only one who can pull it off.”
If he was the only one who could do it, then he was heading to southern California. Mac had been born and raised there before he’d left for the USMC.
“Gueshh you’re heading wessst, then?”
Dammit, my words were starting to slur I was so tired. I wanted to have this discussion, but I didn’t think my narcolepsy was going to let me.
“Yeah, I’ll be heading to L.A. for a bit, but trust me, bunny, I’ll be getting this shit done as fast as I can so I can get back to you and Cleo. I hate leaving you, especially when Cleo’s not well. Scout’s arranged for Keys and Donna to stay in the spare room. Donna’s not working the day shift tomorrow so she can stay with you and help with Cleo.”
I hummed and tried to nod again as that was all I could muster the energy for. A flash of anger lit me up that the club had just assumed I needed a damn babysitter. I’d learned how to successfully live with my conditions for the most part, and since having Cleo, things were a lot better, especially when I was around my sweet baby girl. Then just as quickly a wave of relief filled me at not having to be alone with my clingy and out-of-sorts daughter tomorrow. For all the club’s faults, like the fact it was filled with overbearing cavemen, I couldn’t knock how I could always count on them to back us up.
Mustering all my remaining energy, I turned into Mac’s familiar body and wrapped my arm around him, snuggling in against him.
“Go to sleep, babe. I’ll be waking you up later.”
That made me smile as I drifted off. Mac had always been so damn insatiable, I had no doubt he’d be waking me up, probably more than once, before the sun rose in the morning.
Chapter 3
Zara
I stirred as wet heat engulfed my right nipple.
“Hmmm.”
I lifted my hands to run my fingers over the smooth skin covering the hard muscles of Mac’s biceps as he hovered over me. I blinked my eyes open to look up at him just as he released my breast to grin down at me.
“Morning, bunny.”
“Uh huh.”
Moving my hands to grip his face, I led him to my lips. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that before he was kissing me slow and deep. Within moments, arousal buzzed through my body, making me restless for more. As I wriggled beneath him, he broke the kiss and chuckled as he pressed his forehead against mine.
“You hungry, babe?”
I jerked up and gave his lower lip a nip with my teeth. “You know I am, and you know exactly what I need to ease it, so quit teasing me.”
“Oh, but teasing you is so much fun. But I’m feeling rather hungry myself.”
My breath sped up as he moved down my body, his gaze never leaving mine as he kissed a path along the way, running his tongue down a stretch mark over my tummy before finally getting to his intended destination.
A sigh slipped free as he wrapped a palm around each of my thighs and pushed them wide to give himself enough room to lower down. My heart thundered in my chest as his hot breath washed over my flesh. Then he finally quit teasing and stroked his tongue up through my folds before he wrapped his lips around my clit to suck and torment the sensitive little nub.
Within seconds, I was moaning and trying to wriggle away from the intensity of the sensations he was pulling from me. He growled and shifted a hand to my lay over my tummy, keeping me pinned down. He put the other hand to good use a moment later by sliding two fingers inside me and going straight for my g-spot as he wrapped his mouth around my clit again.
I tried to hold off, to make the pleasure last longer, but I didn’t stand a chance. My climax burst over me within moments. My body arched as I whisper-yelled his name. My body went limp with cataplexy, as it did with just about every orgasm Mac gave me, and he moved to press kisses over my thighs and stomach as he stroked his fingers within my core, gently bringing me down from my high.<
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As soon as I was able, I ran a palm over his head, the soft stubble he shaved from his skull each morning brushing against my skin as I lovingly caressed the only part of Mac I could currently reach.
“Need to be inside you, Zara. I missed you so fucking much.”
“You were only gone one night, babe. But yeah, I missed you too. Feels strange to sleep without you here beside me.”
He scooped me up in his arms as he sat back on the mattress. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs loosely around his hips as he reached down and lined up the head of his cock with my pussy. His other hand was on my ass and I tightened my legs on him as he pulled my body down over his erection. I threw my head back as he stretched my core open, his length throbbing within me.
“Hmm, so good.”
He shifted his grip to my hips and guided me up and down his length. His nose ran up against mine, and with a groan, I moved my hands to cup his jaw.
“I love you, Jacob.”
He stilled for a moment as a wide grin spread over his face. I was the only one who ever called him by his legal name, and I didn’t do it often.
“Love you too, Claire.”
Yeah, he was definitely the only who used my real first name. Zara was my middle name, but it was the only name most people knew me by.
I tightened my grip, tilting his face so I could take control over our kiss as his hands on my body controlled our lovemaking. As our tongues danced, his thick erection slid in and out of my core, Mac making sure he ground against my clit each time he bottomed out. My body was humming with arousal, sensitizing my skin and sending my thoughts into a happy jumble of chaos.
Panting, I broke the kiss and shifted my legs so I was now kneeling over Mac. He smirked at me when I pushed his shoulders, trying to get him to lie back. He resisted for a minute, until I growled at him, then with another husky chuckle, he laid back across the mattress.
“Fuck, bunny, you look like a goddess leaning over me like this. C’mon, babe, ride me like you mean it.”
I took him slow and deep, enjoying my short time of being in control of my big, bad, biker. I knew he wouldn’t give me long. It just wasn’t in his nature to let me lead. He needed to be in control. It was wired into his DNA and I loved it. I also loved battling him for control once in a while, reminding him that he didn’t marry a pushover.
His hands reached up and cupped my breasts, rubbing his callused thumbs over the tips until I was shuddering over him and panting through the arousal.
I sped up my movements, swiveling my hips in the way I knew would drive him wild, while I reached behind me to run my nails lightly over his balls and he growled out a curse.
“Fuck.”
Then my world spun and I was on my back with his big, sexy body covering mine.
“Play time is over, bunny.”
I grinned at his growled words before he took my mouth in a hard kiss as he reentered me with a powerful thrust of his hips that stole my breath.
I moved my hips with him on every stroke, chasing my climax as Mac’s inner beast took control and he pounded into me like his life depended on fucking me as hard as he could. I fucking loved when he lost control like this. Nothing made me feel more loved than the time he couldn’t bare another moment of taking it slow. He wanted me so much, he had to have me that instant. And all the growly alpha male bullshit he sprouted off didn’t hurt a girl’s ego, either.
“C’mon, bunny. Give it to me. You’re mine, all fucking mine and I want your orgasm right this fucking second. You hear me?”
As though my body was waiting for him to give his permission, my world blew apart. I dug my nails into his shoulders as my vision darkened and filled with stars as I shattered into a million pieces. Then his face was pressed in against my neck, his shout of completion muffled against my skin as he filled my womb with his seed.
Damn, but I loved my man.
Mac
After a mind-blowing round of sex with my woman, I’d cleaned her up and had let her snuggle back down to sleep. It’d been the very early hours of the morning when I’d first woken her. That had been a couple of hours ago, so I figured I’d be safe to wake her again real soon for another round. Or two. Needed to get all the loving in I could before I had to leave her.
Propping myself up on my elbow I looked down at her. She was curled on her side, facing away from me, her strawberry blond hair a sexy mess over the pillow as she peacefully slept. The sheet had crept down, revealing her from the waist up and the early morning light highlighted the silvery lines that marred the perfection of her back. Every time I saw those scars, fury and pain sliced me deep to my soul.
A rival club had taken her from me and we’d only just gotten to her in time to save her. Sledge, the previous president of the Iron Hammers MC, had been on the verge of thrusting his cock inside my woman when Taz put a bullet in his brain. But even though we got to her in time to save her from being raped, we hadn’t been in time to save her from being strung up and whipped raw down her back, all the way from her shoulders to her thighs. Thankfully, only a few of the cuts had scarred. But it didn’t change the fact I wished it had never happened, that I’d found her sooner. It also reminded me again why I had to leave her in a few hours. No way was I going to stand by and allow Sabella to force his shit on any other victims, or to send more assholes after my club, my family.
Needing to wipe all those thoughts away to stay sane, I moved to spoon up behind my girl. With a completely fucking adorable tiny whimper, she wriggled her ass back against me, making my already hard cock throb for her. Moving her hair out of the way, I pressed a trail of soft kisses across her shoulder. Then, at the same time as I buried my face in against her neck, I lifted her leg over mine, pulled my hips back then slid my dick into her welcoming heat.
I kept my movements slow and smooth, waking her up from the inside gently.
“Hmmm.”
She arched against me, clenching down on my cock as she reached a hand back to hold my head against her. Not that she needed to. I wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Running my fingers up her thigh, I skipped over her pussy and headed up to her tits. She’d stopped breastfeeding Cleo about a month back, but her nipples were still more sensitive than they’d been before she’d gotten pregnant, not to mention her tits were bigger now, too. I fucking loved the extra lushness to her curves. I slipped my other arm under her neck so I could use that hand to play with her tits too. Wrapping both palms around her mounds, I used my hold to pull her down onto my cock as I started to thrust a little faster and harder into her.
It didn’t take long for her to start whimpering as she tried to wriggle away from an orgasm that was no doubt rapidly building inside of her. I moved one hand down to wrap around her waist to hold her back against me as I continued to thrust into her.
“Stop trying to run away, bunny. You’re mine and I got you. You gonna blow apart for me again? Come all over my cock.”
She shuddered against me.
“Fucking dirty talker. You know I’m close, quit talking and fuck me already.”
With a chuckle, I pinched her nipple at the same time as I flicked her clit and thrust in deep. That was enough to set her off. When she rolled onto her front to bury her face into the pillow as she screamed her release, I followed her over and propped myself up on my arms as I started pounding into her from behind, chasing my own climax. It didn’t take long to lose myself in her warm heat that was still rippling against my flesh from her orgasm. With a groan, I filled her up again, cursing that she was on birth control so my seed wouldn’t take. I’d fucking loved seeing her grow round with my daughter, couldn’t wait to do it again. But Zara wasn’t ready. She told me she needed at least a few years to deal with raising our little spitfire Cleo Beatrice before she’d be willing to do it all again.
As much as I didn’t want to wait, I did understand her point. Our little Cleo was going to keep us on our toes for the rest of our lives.
While Zara was
down with her cataplexy, I kissed my way over the scars on her back, stroking my palms over her skin, across her ribs and down over her sexy ass.
“Love you, Zara, so fucking much. I hate that I gotta leave you so soon but I have to make sure nothing ever hurts you again. I can’t even bear the thought of it.”
Chapter 4
Mac
Half an hour after kissing my girls goodbye and leaving them safely tucked away in our house, I was standing out in the fucking cold of the early morning at the clubhouse, prepping to ride to California.
Scout was there to see us off and make sure we had everything he thought we might need. We were leaving our cuts in our saddle bags and riding without colors. Bank and Jazz were bringing one of the vans, just in case, while Eagle, Arrow and I were taking our bikes. I’d just come outside from taking a leak when Scout came over to stand close enough to me to talk without being overheard.
“I wasn’t pulling your chain about you being rewarded after this is done. You’re lead on this, just like up in New York, then when you get back we’re gonna have a sit down and discuss some things.”
I frowned over at him.
“Don’t play fucking games, prez. I need my head clear for this, not worried about what’s gonna blow up when I get back.”
He shook his head with a chuckle. “That, right there, is why you’re fucking perfect. Even though you know as I’m your president, you should just do what I tell you, you’re not afraid to ask questions.” He sighed and glanced around at the others, making sure we were still out of earshot. “All I’ll say is there’s gonna be more than one new patch handed out in the near future, yeah?”
My frowned deepened. “Yeah, thanks, prez. Clear as fucking mud there. Okay, look, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can come back and you can finally make some fucking sense.”