Walking out of the club to my mama demanding I come back or else, I go to my Harley and climb on. The glossy black shining in the sun, and I put my sunglasses on, ready to get home to my girl, the only person I want to celebrate with and besides, she has some celebrating as well, she did graduate herself with honors.
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Music hits my ears as I walk through the front door, and I grin while removing my cut, hanging it up before following the sound through the open wooden plan living, dining, and kitchen area to find my girl wearing my shirt, shaking her cute little ass while stirring what looks like stir-fry in the wok. Simba and Coby, our black labs lay in their beds near the sliding door, only lifting their heads to ensure I’m not an intruder before going back to sleep.
Did I mention my girl can also cook? Fuck she is amazing and my stomach is already grumbling with anticipation.
Shaking my head as she bobs her head to some country song while she sings along, I walk up behind her before wrapping my arms around her waist, and I press a kiss to her neck, her cherry scent hitting me.
“Mm, hey, buttercup,” I murmur against her smooth skin, and she leans against me as she switches off the stove and moves the wok from the heat before turning in my arms, wrapping hers around my neck with a big grin stretched across her beautiful face. On instinct, I move my hands to her ass and lift her.
Her legs instantly wrap around my waist as she presses a light kiss to my lips.
“Hey, baby, congrats on completing your first year of med school,” she whispers, and I grin, feeling her bare ass.
“Are you my present, buttercup?” I ask, and she grins widely, her light blue eyes sparkling.
I swear, all we do when we’re around each other is smile.
“That and I got your name tattooed on my ribs…” She shocks the shit outta me and my mouth parts before I quickly move us and put her on the counter, needing to see and backing up a little, instead of lifting the shirt, I tear it, the buttons popping everywhere and she squeals out a laugh as I shove the fabric out of the way. Her bare tits that I love to suck on coming into view but I ignore them for just a moment, my eyes going to her ribcage and I’ll be damned…
Logan
“Buttercup,” I choke full of emotions, and she whispers, “It only seemed fair,” as she gently traces her name that I had tattooed large down my forearm, something no brother has noticed yet, which is a fucking shock.
“Fuck,” I croak as I gently run my thumb over the fresh ink before I do what my instincts are telling me to do, and I takea nipple into my mouth, making her gasp and grip my shaved head.
I nibble and suck it, then bite it making her moan and wrap her legs around my waist as I move to her other tit, giving it just as much attention while I quickly unbuckle my belt and pull out my hard cock then press it at her entrance without a second thought. My need for her getting higher and I thrust forward to the hilt making us both moan as her walls squeeze me, sucking me in and a realization hits me right in the fucking chest.
Fuck me, she’s ready for my ring.
Chapter 4
Jasmine – Age Twenty-Two
I slowly swirl the untouched champagne in my glass, eyeing all the socialites milling around, some bad mouthing the MC, pissed. Others congratulating them for their large donation to the charity that we’re all here to help raise funds for or supposed to be anyhow. So far it just seems like a pissing contest and the Rebels have won by a fricking mile which just makes me smile.
For the past hour the club have been the talk of the fundraiser and most of the rich and the entitled are just mad because none of the higher-ups can touch the money the MC raised. It’s not like we’re all here to apparently raise money for said charity which is why the MC went about it another way to donate knowing how the senate works.
How I see it, the Rebels transferred their funds straight to the charity itself for families struggling, while all these people don’tgive a crap, and whatever is raised will be halved because the higher-ups, like my father, will swindle the amount raised and take some home for themselves.
Something I learned over the years – my family is a fraud, and the fact that my brother is joining them makes me physically sick.
God, I wish Logan were here. He’d make it more bearable and right now, I’m beginning to think it’s time to come out with our relationship.
Brady and Bruce are across the hall with my dad, all brown-nosing, hoping to stay on the ladder, so to speak, while my mother stands beside me, trying to look poised despite the condescending glares I keep getting because of how I acted when we got here though I don’t know what she expected, I’ve barely been home in two years, she has to know I’m seeing someone so I wouldn’t put up with it.
Bruce tried to court me as soon as we arrived, tried to wrap his arm around me, my mother ready to announce to the press about our so called engagement that I have managed to put off for an extra year, trying to get our pictures but before he could touch me I moved away from him and walked inside the hall. Ever since, Bruce has tried to hide his scowl while Mama has been side-eyeing me, probably hoping to intimidate me that for once isn’t working and the so-called relationship with that rapist isn’t going to happen. After two years with Logan, I’m no longer afraid of my mother or that damn basement.
I’ve been home for barely a week in the time I’ve been with Logan and only use their car around campus or when I’m ordered back to the prison, something, I somehow managed to put off a lot.
They don’t know I’ve moved out of their off campus house, that I’ve just graduated from college, or that I’ve been in arelationship with a biker for the past two years, but I guess they will soon.
I look down at my flat stomach, and it tightens a little. Like I said, it’s time to out our relationship.
I’m thirteen weeks pregnant and petrified.
Realizing through the stress of finals just so I can get into law school that I’d missed more than one period well I would be lying if I said it didn’t scare me because it did, a lot. When I went to the OB, claiming it was probably stress that caused my cycle to mess up, the scan she gave me stated otherwise.
