I find him and kill him. I may not be as smart as my son, but even I know not to let her into my intention. She’d do anything to stop me. “We draw up plans for having a house built on the compound. In the meantime, you’ll move into my room, and Ace can stay at my ma’s, or,” I glance around her bedroom, “he could set himself up in here. He’s growing up fast.” I huff a laugh. “He only stays at the club once or twice a week normally, up to now it’s not been too much of a problem having him sleep in my room. I’ve not been a full-time dad since I started prospecting for the Kings.”
“And that’s what he wants you to be. There for him, all the time. It won’t be long before he’s going off to college, this is your chance, Freak.”
“Our chance,” I snort. “If it wasn’t for you, we’d be trundling along as we’ve always done. But somehow, you’ve become our glue.”
“I’d love to live somewhere as a family.” Her eyes glaze as she imagines it. “Some place not far from the club. And, it would only have to be until our new house is built.” Her eyes become slits, and her lips curve. “We could ask those sexy bikers, youknow, Lunatic and Hardcore from California, to expedite the build for us.”
“Not having you around anyone you call ‘sexy,’” I respond, punctuating my words with a well placed slap to her ass.
Undeterred she just alters course, “I suppose we could go for Gold Wing Construction, though Blitz would hate flying here…”
My laugh comes right from the belly. Yeah, the bikers from Georgia know their shit. Odd fuckers, though. Blitz needs all the good stuff to even step foot on a plane, Token rarely speaks, and Rhino? Well he’s a grumpy motherfucker. Maybe they’d be the safer option.
“They were quite good looking too.”
“You want another spanking to remind you that you’re off the market?” I raise one brow as I stare down at her. “You realise I’ll happily kill anyone who makes moves on you?”
“Ooh,” she places her hands over her heart. “You’re so scary, Freak. I assure you, I know who I belong to. But window shopping isn’t a crime, is it?”
“Window fuckin’ shopping?” I growl, hardly able to keep a smirk off my face. I can’t remember when I’ve had such fun talking to a woman, or anyone come to that. “I am going to keep you so fuckin’ satisfied you won’t even want your eyes to touch another. Maybe put a baby inside you to remind you who you belong to.”Did I really say that?
Her eyes go round. “Freak – you want more kids?”
How do I get out of this?I decide I don’t want to. Her belly round with my baby would send a message to any fucker who looks twice at her. “If that’s something you’d like. I’ve seen you with Ace, Trip too, and hell, with Jade. You’d be a natural mother.”
Her face falls, her voice is a whisper. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to. Piero…”
I recall her saying she lost two babies because of that asshole. As if I needed another reason to end him. “It’s not a deal breaker,” I reassure her. Then, attempting to lighten the mood, I suggest, “But it would sure be fun trying. In fact, why don’t we start now?”
“Practice is good.” At least I’ve got her grinning again. “For now, though, I think I’ll keep taking the pill.”
I must need my fucking head tested. Because now, that’s the last thing I want her to do. But I keep that to myself. “As long as I can stop using fuckin’ condoms.” And isn’t that a wonderful thought? Going bare, it’s the ultimate male’s dream. And one I haven’t yet had the pleasure of since Josie. I ask hurriedly, “How are your ribs?”
“My ribs are fine.” She raises a challenging brow as she outright lies.
Grimacing, I move toward her. “I want to make love to you, babe. But I have to know I won’t hurt you.” As she shrugs dismissively and opens her mouth, I place my fingers over her lips. “When they’re hurting, they should be cared for.”
She reaches her hand behind my head, pulling my mouth down to hers. But before we touch, she says softly, “You’re a good man, Freak.” There are many people who’d think otherwise, but the only opinion that matters is hers. Our lips meet.
I don’t know what it is about her, but an innocent caress shouldn’t cause electric shocks to run down my spine. Our tongues dancing shouldn’t be able to shred every other thought from my mind except for how much I need her. And my dick shouldn’t be able to get this painfully hard so fast, and have precum leaking and dampening my underwear. Especially not after Short’s not-so-tender ministrations just hours earlier.
I’d thought she was dangerous, but that was before we ever kissed. Our first, that night had started the spark. Tonight’s hascaused a full-blown inferno. And this time she’s not walking into danger, tonight she’s all mine.
Without breaking our contact, I undo the button of her shorts and push them over her hips, then let my hands find the neckline of her short, cropped top and tear the flimsy material in two rather than losing her lips. I feel her chuckle.
Then it’s her hands on my zipper, lowering it, then pushing my jeans and underwear down as far as she can. It’s enough that she can reach into the gap and take my dick out. I swear I almost come as soon as she touches me.
Walking her backward toward the bed, I brace her and gently lower her until her back is on the sheet. Still kissing, I undo her bra and slide the straps down her arms. My hands find her breasts and gently knead them, she groans into my mouth.
Lowering my fingers, I push aside her panties and zero in on her clit. As I circle that delicate bundle of nerves, her fingers surround my dick and, using my copious precum, start moving up and down.
It’s too much, I’m going to blow like a teenager if she doesn’t stop, and I want nothing more than to come inside her. She’s admitted she’s taking the pill, together with my lack of concern if she does end up pregnant, when I remind myself I’ll be able to go ungloved, I can’t wait another damn minute.
I tear my mouth away from hers. “Need you, Trixie, I fuckin’ need you now.”
“Then take me. I’m ready.”
I move my fingers away from her clit and find her slit soaking. When I pull back and stand, she moans in complaint, then watches as I take off my cut, turning to carefully place it over a chair, then remove my t-shirt in a one handed move and throw it down not caring where, I push my jeans and boxers all the way down and kick them off, grateful that as I’ve spent the afternoon lying on her bed, I’m not wearing boots.
