I know exactly why he’s looming over me. It’s Valentine’s Day and the day of the poker run. Poker runs always get my man all fidgety, and today will be no exception. He just loves riding with his crew, for a good reason. So different to when we first met and he was part of the Death Riders. Don’t get me wrong, they were a family of sorts. Some of them at least. But one bad leader had them doing all sorts of dangerous shit. There was a time there where I thought Savage and I would never make it, but my man, as always, proved me wrong.
“Am I not allowed to gaze down at my beautiful Ol Lady?” My eyes flutter open, catching Savage’s dark blue eyes locked onto mine. His inhale of breath startles me, as does the soft look in his eye. “Fuck baby, you slay me sometimes.” He leans forward,pressing a barely there kiss to my lips. “I can’t believe you ever gave me a fucking chance all those years ago.”
I snort very femininely, “Me neither buddy. Especially as you had your fingers in a cut slut the same time you were making goo-goo eyes at me.”
He groans and rolls onto his back, his thick bicep flexing as he slings his arm over his eyes. “I can’t fucking believe how stupid I was.” He then turns to peek at me from under his arm, “why the fuck did you give me a chance?”
“Has to have been pure biology. Pheromones or something because nothing about starting a relationship with you made any good sense.” I giggle, rolling and pressing a kiss to his chest. Then a little lick to his nipple, because I can.
Instead of launching himself on me in all sorts of horny ways, my man stares at me once again, before sitting up, kicking the blankets off. “I can’t wait any longer,” he mutters to himself as he flings open the wardrobe door, squatting and rummaging around.
He stands with a flourish, holding something very pink in his hand. I sit up, leaning against the headboard and watch in fascination as the muscles in his body flex and move as he stalks back to the bed, sitting on the edge, watching me intently. He gently hands over the pink thing and I see it’s something large and flatish, covered in pink sparkly paper and wrapped as best as Savage could do. We’ve spent many Christmases together. I know this man’s wrapping anywhere.
“Happy Valentine's Day, baby.” He presses a kiss to my lips and I follow him a little as he moves to pull away, wanting to draw out our time together.
He sits upright and watches me intently as I run my fingers over the 1 million pieces of tape that are holding the wrapping together. He begins to fidget and I know from experience that he’s not going to take much more before he snatches it off meand unwraps it himself. I torture him just a little bit longer before grinning and ripping the paper. He snatches away the loose bits, balling them up in his large fist before tossing them over his shoulder and I can't help the laughter that spills out of me. For someone who is so controlled, so in charge a lot of the time, he’s like an exuberant puppy when it comes to me and Rosie.
Once the paper is gone I’m left with a warm, brown leather bound book, with mine and Savage’s initials carved into the front in a swirly font. The leather creaks as I open the cover, to be met with the very first photograph of us ever taken, and Savage’s neat, all capitals handwriting next to it.
The day my life changed.
“Oh, baby,” I whisper, my throat tight with emotion as I gently turn page after page of our smiling faces, each with a memory beside it, in Savage’s own words and handwriting.
My fingers trace where he’s thoughtfully written every moment of us falling in love captured with the emotion that he felt at the time. Things I never knew he felt. Nervousness that I wouldn't say yes to dinner with him. Fear that I’d realize he wasn’t good enough. Hope that I’d agree to being his woman. All here, in pictures and words that blur my vision and make my chest squeeze.
“I never in a million years thought I could have someone like you, Nat. But you agreeing to look at me, to talk to me, to build a life with me is something that I will never deserve, but will always be thankful for.”
I have no words, as I cup his face, my thumb rasping along his beard as I draw him closer, so close that I can see the lighter flecks in his dark blue eyes. I gently and reverently close my gift, moving it to the side before I climb onto my knees and crawl into the lap of my Ol Man, fusing our mouths together as our hearts and souls have already been. My lips meet his, gently atfirst before a hunger that only exists for my man takes over. I’m desperate for him, I need him, with everything in me, I need this man.
Chapter 12
Savage
Ihold my whole fucking life in my hands as I cup Nat’s beautiful face. Her kisses, starting off sweet, turn hungry as she claws at my back, trying to get closer, to almost crawl inside me and I would willingly welcome her. That’s how strongly I feel for this woman. The day she was taken was the worst of my life. I almost went mad with the anger and pain I felt and then, in my darkest moment, Marx and the Devil’s Rose MC reached out and thanks to a fearless Chewy we found my woman. My reason to live. Although now I have two reasons to live. Nat and the perfect replica of her that we made. There is absolutely nothing about Rosie that resembles me, and for that I am thankful. I have two beautiful souls in my life and if I were to die today, I would die a happy man.
“I need you,” Nat whimpers as she tears her mouth from mine.
“Aways, baby,” I whisper, tearing myself from my thoughts and pressing open mouth kisses to the column of her throat, my large, rough hands cupping her full breasts through her nightgown.
Nat growls, swatting my hands away and then tearing the thin fabric up over her head, leaving her naked and writhing in my lap. My eyes rove her body, her tanned skin, the silvery lines on her breasts and her stomach a testament to growing our daughter. When they first appeared she was embarrassed, saddened by a body she didn't recognize. She thought she was unattractive when really, she has never been more beautiful to me. It took a lot of reassurance and some ass spanking before she believed me, but now, now she sits in my lap, pussy hot on my hard cock, looking like a fucking queen.
I run a hand down the center of her chest, pushing her gently to lie back, her legs pinned beneath her. On this angle I can run my hand down further, down, down until I get to the pretty pink pussy, spread and glistening for me. Sucking on my thumb I pull it from my mouth with a soft pop, then run it up her pussy lips, gently up and over her taut bud, peeking from under its hood. Nat squirms a little and I do this again and again, every now and then dipping my thumb into her wet hole, spreading her cream until I can't take it anymore.
Leaning forward I gently hook her under her arms and move her toward the foot of the bed, unhooking her legs and letting them splay as I lie between them, nose to pussy as I gently run my tongue over her clit before gently sucking it into my mouth. Nat lets out a breathy moan, her hips flexing beneath me, begging for more which I gladly give. I devour my woman until she’s a shaking mess beneath me, my fingers buried deep inside her, only moving when she shoves my head away from her sensitive core.
“I needyou, Xander,please.”
My balls draw up tight at her use of my name. She very rarely calls me anything other than Savage, unless she’s emotional or needs me.Me. The man with no prospects and blood on his hands. She saw past all that and made me a better man than I ever thought possible.
I lie over her, resting my weight on my forearms as I hook my hips a little, pausing when the crown of my cock meets her soft, soaking pussy. Nat’s small hands grip my ass and pull me impossibly closer, the silky grasp of her choking my cock as she throws her head back on a long moan. I suck on her pulsepoint and I slowly work my cock in and out of her. I don’t want to fuck her into the bed. Not now, not in this moment. In this moment my body will say all the things my dumbass mouth can never say. How much I love her, how much I need her, how much better she has made me. Thanking her for the gifts she’s given me, the life we now share. The depth of all that emotion can only be told in the most primal of ways, with our bodies and as I pour the last of my heart and soul into her, staring deep into her warm eyes we both tip over the edge, together as one. Forever.
Pops
“Are you sure you don’t wanna ride at my back, sweetheart?”
Debs eyes go wide as she shakes her head, her short curls bouncing. “Nope. No thanks, babe. I’d rather be here with my arse on the ground with the babies and littles. But thank you anyway,” she presses a gentle kiss to the underside of my jaw.
“One day I’ll have you riding behind me,” I vow, pressing a kiss to her upturned lips.
