by Dani Wyatt
The girls at the club and my mom and hers are throwing her a baby shower today. It’s an all girl’s affair which is fine with me. The guys and I are going to head out for a ride in our own sort of celebration.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head, and she sighs and leans into my chest. “I guess I could use a couple minutes of shut eye.”
“I know it’s true,” I whisper, drawing in her sweet-smelling hair and thinking of everything that’s happened in the six months since the tequila shots at Luann’s.
We made the trip back east. Introduced each other to both our sets of parents. Mine, of course, adored Robin. Hers had a bit of a harder time warming to me and I get it.
Their little girl, law degree and all, ends up with a biker with a GED and calloused hands. We worked it out. I took her dad out one night and laid it all out for him. What she meant to me, what I would do to keep her safe and secure. I may not look the part, but I am her missing piece and she’s mine and it confused the hell out of us for a hot minute as well.
She interviewed with a few of the groups doing the work she thought she wanted. None of them panned out. They offered her a couple internships, but when we talked about her options, she was pretty down in the dumps.
But, life has a way of surprising you sometimes.
While we were at my folks place playing poker one afternoon, a package was delivered from an attorney to my mom.
It was bittersweet. Both her parents passed away. There was a gas leak in the home where she grew up. It was an older home, more a mansion, and an old gas pipe started leaking while they were taking their afternoon naps.
By the time the gas detector sounded, it was too late. The attorney sent a letter they had written to her a year before, telling her they loved her and they were sorry. They left her their entire estate and also a hefty trust fund in my name.
Fast forward, my parents retired and, sick of the cold winters in Pittsburg, bought a ranch about twenty miles outside of Seneca.
When her folks found out, they decided to take the plunge themselves. They retired and bought their own place in Reesville, a nice suburb about twenty minutes from us.
I went from lone wolf, to husband, soon to be father, and surrounded by both my Heartlands brothers and sisters, and all our family.
It’s bliss. We got married at the Ride or Die, her family and mine there, and it was a hell of a party. She wore a white, full on deal wedding dress and I wore a white dress shirt, black bow tie and my leathers. It was a come as you wish affair and everyone had fun and came to have a greater understanding of one another.
When I got the news about the money, Robin and I decided to set her up with her own practice here, so we’ve just finished working on her new office space. She’s going to do some pro bono work, and work her way into some civil rights and immigration law as time permits. She’s pretty stoked about being a mom, and has already started getting weepy wondering how she will ever be able to go to the office and leave the baby.
With all the family we have around, I told her our child will never be without someone around that loves them, but I can see in her eyes, that might not help.
Whatever she wants, I’ll support her. My education and skills are limited, but with some support from the club, and my new-found financial freedom, I’m starting a construction company and we’re going to be opening a custom bike shop as well. I like to work with my hands and doing nothing doesn’t appeal to me—even with a wife who is an attorney and a bank account that would let me sit on my ass for the rest of my life.
Nothing else ever came of the Seminoles, and although I considered paying them a visit when we went back that way, some things are better left alone.
Robin starts humming into my chest and we stand there for a long moment just enjoying each other and the moment.
“Rob?” She whispers.
“Yeah, Angel.”
“I think we should christen my office. Now that’s it’s all done.”
My cock stirs as she tilts her head back and looks up at me with that sexy smile that tells me she’s in need.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
I reach down and pull my t-shirt off her head, and she returns the favor. We strip and admire her as she turns in a slow circle, tip-toeing over to the small sofa on the opposite wall from where I hung her diplomas.
My cock is hard as steel as she lowers herself to her knees in front of the couch and does that ‘come here’ thing with her finger and her eyes.
I don’t waste time. I’m in front of her, and her fingers are around my cock as she slips the head between her lips.
The slick warmth of her mouth makes me moan. She works me until my balls are aching, but I want something else.
“Hold on.” I slip my cock from her mouth and guide her to sit facing me on the sofa. “I want to see you.”
I run my hands over her tits, which are growing every day. She reaches down and guides me inside her.
The tip pops inside, and she holds my face in her hands as she takes me deep. She rocks and moves until I’m seated down to the base, and then she starts to grind down as I grab her hips and fuck her like it’s the first time.
She’s cumming, and I know we’re going to leave a wet spot on her new sofa—she will probably chap my ass because of it later, but right now, who the fuck cares?
I’m fucking my wife.
And that’s something I’ll never get tired of.
We buck and slide together as I pull her tit to my mouth and suck hard. I bite onto her nipple and that sends her off again and I’m right behind. The way her body clutches and pulses always sends me off.
We finish off, laughing and sweating and breathing hard, and I look up at my red-haired angel and know how my father always felt about my mother.
I may have married above my pay grade, but I’ll spend every minute of the rest of my life proving to her we were meant for each other.
I had almost no idea what life had planned for me.
Robin had her own plans.
But fate decided to take us on a different ride, and I can’t wait to see what’s around the next turn.
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, with a little more plot and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.
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