With her in my arms like this, I spread my knees, drop my ass to the bed, straighten my legs, and lay flat on my back. “Ride me. Take what you need.”
Without letting my manhood go, Duchess shifts her weight until she is kneeling over me again. She plants her hands flat on my chest, then takes over. She rocks her hips forward and back, sliding down then up my cock over and over.
I grab hold of her hips and just watch her move on me. Fuck, she is so beautiful. Until my dying day, which I hope is many years from now, I will never fully understand how I convinced this woman to love me. Whatever I did in one of my past lives must have been really good, because I get to have her in this life. She agreed to be my woman, then she became my Old Lady. She gave me a son, then she became my wife. I am one lucky, fucking bastard for sure.
Duchess has her eyes locked on mine. She never looks away as she continues to sway.
Needing even more, not that she’s not making me feel like I’m in fucking heaven, I decide that I let her take the reins for longenough. I slide my hands up her back and pull her body down to my chest, then roll us both over so she’s underneath me again.
No words are needed as Duchess throws her head back and groans in ecstasy as she takes every inch that I am pounding into her. She wraps her legs around my waist, grabs hold of my biceps so tight I feel her nails digging into my skin, and begs me over and over not to stop.
I cup the underside of her chin with my left hand to tilt her face up to mine, then devour her. I slam my lips to hers and don’t let either of us breathe. I tangle my tongue with hers, battling to win the war and succeeding, and take everything from her that she has to give.
Her nails scratch down my back like she is trying to claw her way into my body. She whips her loose from my grip to take a breath and we lock eyes. “Fuck me harder, Whiskey. I’m so close.”
“Give it to me, Kiana,” I order her. And she does.
Five words is all it takes and she soars. She crashes into another release and her orgasm instantly sends me into mine. My vision goes fuzzy and a tingle shoots down my legs as I pump rope after rope of my cum as deep inside her pussy as I can. I give everything I have to her.
As the fog slowly fades, I press kisses all over her face. Starting on her forehead, I then move to her cheeks, nose, chin, and finally her lips. “I love you, my Duchess.”
Threading her tiny, nimble fingers through my hair, she pushes it back behind my ears as she smiles up at me. “I love you too, Whiskey.”
“Forever?”
She pulls my head down and kisses first my left cheek, then my right, then my lips. “And ever.”
I still don’t know what has been distracting her all day, but whatever it is, I won’t stop until I take all the burden and worry away. I will find out what it is and fix it.
CHAPTER THREE
DUCHESS
TUESDAY MORNING
Why do I feel like I’m riding a rollercoaster upside down? Shit, this isn’t good.
I’m not sure how I manage to untangle myself from Whiskey’s arms without waking him, or not fall flat on my face because the room starts to spin when my feet touch the floor, but I manage to stay vertical long enough to run out of our room and shut myself in the hallway bathroom. I also miraculously don’t make too much noise as I fall to my knees and lose everything I ate and drank over the last unknown how many hours. By the time mystomach settles, and the dry heaving stops, I don’t think I have anything left in my stomach.
Before the smells kick up another round, I flush the toilet and shuffle over to the sink while still on my knees. I reach up and turn the cold water on, then grabbing hold of the edge of the sink, pull myself up to my feet. Cupping my hands together, I scoop up a few small handfuls of water and slowly take a few sips. I swish my mouth out with some mouthwash, then brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush I find in the vanity drawer.
What in the world was that? I had a few months of morning sickness when I was pregnant with Krew, and even more months of energy draining exhaustion, but none of that added up to how I’m feeling right now.
Oh yea, did I forget to mention that my sister was right? My doctor sent me a text through the patient portal yesterday and told me that I am in fact pregnant. Very pregnant from what she said my numbers are showing, but I won’t have an idea on how far along I am until I get back to the clinic for an ultrasound and exam. The text popped up on my phone not five minutes after I got home, so to say I was distracted for the rest of the day was an understatement. I know Whiskey could read through my attempt at vague answers to his questions last night, but I just couldn’t tell him the truth yet.
Once I saw the positive result, I immediately sent my sister a string of texts begging her to help me figure out how to go to the doctor’s appointment without my husband finding out about it. He is not an easy man to keep a secret from, but just like last time, I need to keep him from finding out until Valentine’s Day. That is Whiskey’s birthday and Ihave towait to surprise him with the news that our family is growing again.
My appointment is on Friday, so tomorrow Angel is going to ask me to go shopping with her in front of Whiskey. That way hewill know she and I will be going somewhere together that day, but be unaware of our true destination.
My energy meter is still on empty, so I lean against the wall and slide down until my butt hits the floor. I rest my right elbow on the edge of the tub and look down at my left hand that’s in my lap. I wiggle my fingers and watch the vintage, pear-shaped diamond ring that Whiskey proposed to me with sparkle under the vanity lights. Just looking at it makes me smile and I can’t help but remember all the things that have happened since the first day I saw Whiskey. The more memories that flash by, the more settled my stomach feels.
We really have gone through some crazy things in the last two-and-a-half years since I drove up to the clubhouse gate back on that September day. I jumped out of my truck like my ass was on fire and yelled at Whiskey, insisting he find my sister because I hadn’t seen or heard from her in weeks.
At that point in time, Angel was still a club girl and went by the name Wings. Back then, Hammer was being a very stubborn man, with a giant stick up is backside, and had played with her emotions so much that she essentially ran away from him. Unbeknownst to the MC, she had been kidnapped by a rival club, if you even want to call those idiots that, and no one knew she was missing until I showed up angrier than I had ever been in my life. Once Whiskey realized that I was serious about her being gone, the MC unsuccessfully searched for her for months. It was really by a stroke of good luck and timing that she managed to escape her captors on her own, but she was back and safe and that was all that mattered.
In the meantime before she was home, I had fallen head over heels in love with the unsufferable man who practically tried to shoo me away the first time we met, after flirting with me of course, but he won in the end.
When it was discovered that the men who took Angel were still out there, Whiskey insisted that living my normal everyday life was no longer safe, so he moved me into his room at the clubhouse. I was already a goner for him by then. I tried to stay strong, but I crumbled to the handsome fool in mere days.
