Unintended, page 24
“Wow. Some things never change.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. I’m just stressed from the wedding,” I lie. What the hell were James and I thinking? Wylla Mae still needs me. What will people think? Mom and daughter pregnant at the same time? I know what James will say. Fuck them. Who cares? I shouldn’t care. It’s stupid. I deserve to be happy. We deserve to be happy. “I’m pregnant too,” I blurt out. “But you can’t say anything yet. James wants to wait.”
“Fuckin’ knew it,” Pam mutters then she smiles big at me. “You bitches are gonna get on my damn nerves. I need new friends. Probably planned this shit together. Don’t think I don’t know the two of you go shopping and shit without me all the damn time.”
“You’re unbelievable,” Jules starts.
“I know I am. Link says the same thing every time I give him head.” She cackles.
“I’m starving.” I change the subject and pick up a menu. “Tonight calls for steak.”
“Now that we can agree on.”
“How are things coming along with the new house?”
“It won’t be ready until summer and James is driving me crazy at my house. The man is worse than a child. He never puts the toilet seat down and leaves the cap off the toothpaste. He leaves his deodorant on the sink. But it’s not all bad. He does the dishes.”
“And fucks you morning, noon, and night from what I hear.”
“Yes, there is that.” I grin.
“Eww. I don’t want to hear about your sex life with my father.”
“We need to plan how we are crashing Murder’s bachelor party,” Pam cuts in. “I was thinking we bring her out of one of those fake cakes.”
“Alexa pops out of a cake naked in front of his men Murder will kill us all,” Jules says.
“You aren’t wrong,” I mutter and take a long drink of water.
“Ya’ll are no fun.”
“Who is keeping the kids?”
“Link’s sister and her girls,” Pam announces.
My brows knit. “I didn’t know he had a sister.”
“You got a lot to learn about your husband’s men.” Pam grins. “But don’t worry I got you.”
I don’t know what to make of Pam. She always hated me, but she’s been really cool lately. Like maybe a certain cranky biker had a word with her or her man about her treatment of me. Either way I’m glad she’s being nice, even if it does kind of scare me.
40
“How was your little shindig with the girls?”
“It was good.”
“Didn’t stay very long.”
“Well about an hour into dinner Wylla Mae was getting nauseated and Jules and Pam needed to relieve Link and Roane from baby duty. And there’s the fact that both Jules and Wylla announced they are pregnant again.”
“Fuckin’ hell. Need to invest in diapers. You tell them?”
“Yeah, but they won’t say anything.”
“It’s okay, babe. Couldn’t hold that shit in either and told East. Called Lily.”
“You think it’ll be weird?”
“What?” He opens his arms to me as I kick my shoes off. I drop onto my as he calls it ugly, mustard, baby shit colored couch and into his arms.
“Wylla and me pregnant at the same time?”
“Not gonna be the first or last time it’s happened. You really care what anyone thinks?”
I smile and curl into his side. “No.”
“Are you happy about it?”
“Yes and no.”
He stiffens.
“I thought she’d want to take time to return to school.”
James relaxes. “She has her own path, gotta let her travel it.”
“Did you say something to Pam or Link?”
His mouth twitches. “I may have told Pam she needs to cool the ice bitch routine. Not a good look. Told her you’re my woman and she needs to respect that.”
“Hmm.”
“Babe, Pam knows she was wrong about you.”
“Why do you seem to always say the right thing lately?”
“Comes with age.”
“Is that what these are…wisdom whiskers?” I tug on a patch of grey in his beard.
“Should I dye it before the wedding?” He grins.
“No way. It’s sexy.”
“How sexy?” Angling his head toward mine, he comes in for a tender kiss.
“This sexy.” I push his hand down the front of my pants.
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm. Those strippers Pam hired were hot.”
“What strippers?” he growls. “Hound said you only had dinner.”
“You spying on me?”
“More like protecting you.”
“I like that you look after me.”
“How much you like it?”
“About this much.” I pinch my fingers together, taunting him.
“Gonna spank your ass for that.” James shifts to grab the remote control to switch the Tv off.
“You promise?” I bat my lashes.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Let’s get ready for bed.”
“You don’t want to fuck me on my ugly couch?”
“Nope.”
“Hmm. Suit yourself. I’m tired and the second my head touches the pillow I’ll be out.”
“Guess I need to get creative. Fuck you against the wall. On the stairs. Bathroom sink. Lots of places I can fuck you, pretty girl.”
My cell phone buzzes. “Hold that thought.” I answer the call without looking at the number. “Hello.”
“Alexa, it’s your mother.”
“Hey, um…it’s kind of late.” I glance at James knowing he won’t be happy she’s interrupting, though it isn’t as if she ever calls me much these days.
“It’s your father. He’s had a heart attack.”
“I’m…I. Is he okay?”
“He wants to see you.”
“Why? After all this time. There is nothing left to be said between us.”
“You owe him this.”
“I don’t owe either of you a damn thing. You lied to me. To James.”
“You were a stupid girl then and you’re still stupid now. Heard you two were getting married.”
“Is that why you’re really calling? To tell me you don’t approve? Well guess what? I’m having his baby. We’re happy and there isn’t anything that you or anyone can do to change that.” I hang up on her. There’s nothing left to say. They can’t hurt me anymore. I’m no longer that scared little girl aching for someone to love her. I have people who care about me. People who love me for me.
“The fuck was that about?”
“My egg donor. Apparently my, if you can call him one, my father has had a heart attack. He would like to see me.”
“You aren’t going anywhere near those toxic fucks.”
“Not planning to.”
“You don’t need’em. You never did.”
“I don’t want to talk about them. Nothing is going to spoil this for us. You make me so happy, honey.”
“Let’s get you naked so I can make you come.”
“I’m sorry, but she killed the mood.”
“Don’t be sorry. Hate that they still get to you after all this time, but you want to talk about it I’m here.”
“I know I shouldn’t care.”
“Nope. You shouldn’t. If I could go back, I’d take those sorry excuses of parents you got saddled with and put to ground for all the terrible shit they put you through.”
“All that bad I went through has been worth every moment of good I’ve had with you and Wylla Mae. And now this new life we created.” I touch my belly, and James goes all soft in the eyes. “They don’t get to exist in our lives. Neither of them matter. Only us.”
“Only us,” he agrees and kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth, hot and wet full of love. Skimming a finger along the curve of my cheek, he carves a path down my neck. “No more talking. Get naked so I can fuck you, babe.”
“You said no couch.” I smirk.
“You mention this godforsaken couch one more time I’m gonna set the motherfucker on fire. Silence.” He presses a finger to my lips, and I suck it between them, earning me a deep throaty growl that has me quivering.
There’s nothing sexier than the sounds my man makes when he’s turned on. All primal and possessive like he’s the damn king of the jungle.
“I gotta tell you again to hush neither of us will be happy.”
I nod and bite my tongue.
“Good girl.”
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“That’s it, Lex.” Jesus. My woman knows how to please her man. I grip her hair and give it a yank as she takes me to the back of her throat. Hot and wet her tongue caresses my cock as she sucks me harder and deeper, taking all I have to give until she gags on me. Tears gather in the creases of her eyes, but my baby is no quitter.
Her slender fingers stroke the end of my shaft.
She sucks me harder and harder, keeping her fingers in tempo with the sweet licks of her tongue against my skin. Soft, wet, and warm her mouth is a close second to her pussy.
“Good girl,” I praise her, earning me a gurgle of pleasure.
Her gaze meets mine. Tender and sweet yet heated.
Fucking beautiful. I brush away her tears and ease from her mouth. “Ride me.” I settle back on the couch and she straddles me, sliding down on my length. Her heat wraps around me, and I already want to come. There’s nothing better than the feel of her. Both hands on my shoulders she rocks into me with precision, rolling her hips so I hit her in the right spot. She gives it to me, and I throw it right back.
Pure love.
Gazes locked.
Bodies connected.
We make love.
Slow and steady.
The only ride that matters is the journey we’re on together. My pretty girl and her notorious biker. I’ll do anything to keep this right here.
Alexa pants and I know she’s close. I thrust my hips upward while pushing down on her shoulder, surging deeper in. “Chase it, Lex. Take it.”
My woman bounces on my thighs taking and taking until she shatters, giving me those soft moans and satisfied grins. Her body quakes, the walls of her pussy contract around me.
Her forehead drops to mine, the spicy scent of her breath fans over my lips. I kiss her deep and wet full of tongue, coaxing her down from the orgasmic high. When I’m sure she’s good only then do I get mine.
Later in bed, she’s sound asleep. I can’t take my eyes from her. She’ll always be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen till the day I die and she’s mine. All mine. I stroke her cheek, tracing a path down the column of her throat, through the valley of her breasts to the curve of her belly where a new life grows. Another piece of her and part of me.
Our future.
Our love.
Our happily ever after is in the making and I don’t want to miss a second.
This time will be different. I’m holding on and fighting like hell to be the man worthy of what I’ve been gifted. I won’t fuck it up this time.
My cell buzzes from the nightstand, the light of the screen glowing in warning. I’d like to ignore it, but I’m the Prez. I have responsibilities and men who depend on me. I roll away from Alexa, nabbing my phone as I go to the bathroom. I swipe to accept the call, turn the fan on , and light up a cigarette.
“Yeah.”
“Pop. Pop. Pop.” Gunshots sound. I stare at the screen. It’s the prospect. Rio. “Fuck. I’m hit.”
“Where are you,” I growl.
“West End, Huntington. Shitty motel by the bread place.”
“You alone?”
“Yeah,” his voice drops. “They took off.”
“Viking shouldn’t be far away. Keep alive till he gets to you.” I end the call and put out my cigarette as I dial Viking. I relay the info and shoot a message to East to get the brothers on standby.
Alexa is sitting up in the bed rubbing her eyes when I grab a pair of jeans from the closet. “Go back to sleep, babe. Gotta take care of some club business.”
“What time is it?”
“Late.” I drop a knee to the bed and kiss her forehead.
She slides a hand along my jaw. “Be safe. Hurry back to me.”
“Always.”
“Love you, baby,” she whispers sleepily.
“What happened?” I take a seat next to Viking in the waiting room of the emergency room. He’s covered in the prospect’s blood.
He shakes his head. “Kid tried to play hero. We hit up the girls at the Kitty Kat and noticed one of them acting off. Bitch failed her drug test. I told her she was cut loose. Guess that brave motherfucker spotted her in her car selling some shit to another dancer after I was gone. Decided to follow her instead of calling for backup. She led him into a trap. Knew he was tailing her.”
“How is he?”
“Not sure. But one good thing is now we know where them fuckers are hiding. Give me the order, and I’ll get the brothers and roll out.”
I scrub a palm over my face. I’m getting too old for this shit. “I’m getting married in two days.”
“Fuck yeah you are.” Viking grins and shakes my shoulder.
“If they’re smart, they will already be on the move. We’ll discuss it later.” I nod toward the detective headed our way.
“Gentlemen. We’ve got to stop meeting this way.” Detective Masters. The fool who was on Nickel’s case.
“Detective. What can we do for you?”
“Got a call one of your men were shot. Again. Men seem to disappear or die around you. Let’s hope this guy has better luck.”
“You got something to ask me do it already.”
“Who shot the kid?”
“You’d have to ask the Dry Ridge Sinner’s that. Word on the street is they are back in town. Not wearing their colors obviously. But they’re the ones bringing in Cloud Nine again. What are you doing about it?”
Detective Masters lets out a huff. “I know they are, but they operate like ghosts.”
“And yet these phantoms shot my man. One of the fine and outstanding citizens you’re sworn to protect. I’m doing my part to keep these sorry fucks and their drugs out of our town. What about you?”
“We’ll be in touch.”
“I bet we will. I’m getting married this weekend would appreciate it if you got to that whole doing your part business soon. I have out of towners arriving. Nothing to do with tonight. They’re here for the celebration.”
“I appreciate the head’s up. My condolences to your old lady.”
“Just doing my part.”
“Right.” He snorts and continues down the corridor.
“Fucking pansy ass motherfucker,” Viking mutters. “He wouldn’t last two seconds with me.”
“Easy there, tough guy. He’s already up our asses over Nickel’s death and the shit with Grudge’s cabin.”
“I don’t trust him.”
“You think he’s dirty?”
“We’ll see.”
Minutes later Rio is brought out with his arm in a sling, making eyes at the pretty little nurse wheeling him out. “Just a flesh wound.” He smirks. “Be good as new soon enough.”
“Right. Let’s get out of here.”
“See to it he takes his antibiotics,” the nurse instructs.
Rio licks his lips. “Maybe you can come by my place after your shift, momma, and make sure I’m taking proper care of myself.”
Her cheeks glow red.
“Keep it in your pants, prospect,” I growl, and he shrugs. Once we get in the parking lot, I shove him against my cage. “Don’t you ever go off on your own like that again. What you did wasn’t brave it was stupid. You think I need one of my men going off halfcocked and getting shot right before my wedding? Huh, motherfucker.” I squeeze his bad arm and he winces.
“Sorry, Prez. I wasn’t thinking.”
“I know what you were thinking. Thought you’d make your own play and get that patch.” I slap his shoulder. “Let’s get you home.”
By the time I drop the stupid fuck off at his grandma’s house and get home to Alexa the sun is coming up.
I kick off my boots by the front door and lay my cut on the back of the couch, stripping down on my way upstairs to her bedroom. Can’t wait till we get moved into the new house. No more stairs. No more ugly ass couch. I wash up and brush my teeth before sliding into bed naked with my woman.
Alexa rolls over and into my embrace without me prompting her to do so. She nestles her head into the crook of my neck, and I throw a leg over her hip, pinning her in place. “Everything okay,” she mumbles with a yawn.
“Is now.” I kiss her palm. “Go back to sleep.” I stare at her for a beat making sure she fell back asleep then I close my eyes and hope like hell tomorrow is better.
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“You wanna come with me?” my lips skim along Alexa’s ear and she shivers.
“To your place?”
“Yea, babe.” I kiss the base of her neck where her pulse beats.
“I don’t know.” She swallows then sucks in a breath.
“I’d much rather stay here to eat and fuck you all day instead, but the house sold, and I’d like to close that chapter.” I kiss her jaw moving closer to her mouth. “I know it holds bad memories for you, and I understand if it’s something you don’t feel up to tackling.” The house I shared with Ruthie was a house of horror for her. My cunt of an ex’s father raped Alexa in that house and assaulted her a second time. It’s been over twenty years ago, but I should burn the motherfucker to the ground. Though the money is going toward our new home. Toward our future. I kiss the corner of her mouth ready to go in for the kill.
“If you need me there, I’ll be there, but um you’re gonna have to stop touching me if you expect any work to be accomplished.” She twists out of my embrace and dumps the last of her orange juice down the drain of the kitchen sink.
“You riding with me or taking your car?”
“My car. I gotta meet up with Wylla and the girls later while you have your party.”
