Bohannon (Bones MC 2), page 8
Sliding down the bed so that his shoulders were between her legs, Bohannon cupped the cheeks of her ass and dipped his tongue into heaven. He lapped at her honeyed cream as fast as she wept it. Her little clit pulsed beneath his tongue with every swipe. Just as he loved for her to do, Luna squirmed and thrust herself at him, demanding what she wanted. Her little keening cries were the sweetest music.
“Oh fuck, yes!” She cried out when he stabbed his tongue deep, followed closely by two thick fingers. “Do that! Fuck me just like that!”
She’d grown more and more bold during sex, not afraid to tell him what she wanted. After the incident, she’d found Jaz lounging in the common room, waiting for him to return. She’d been there every single day since Luna had been shot and was becoming a problem for Bohannon. Not only did he not want the woman, but he didn’t want Luna uncomfortable for even a second. Luna had insisted on walking into the clubhouse on her own, not wanting to look weak in front of anyone.
Bohannon knew it had been Jaz she’d worried about. When the other woman had stood and run to Bohannon’s side, Luna had calmly gone to the bar and picked up a full bottle of Jack. Jaz had thrown her arms around Bohannon and was “consoling” him for having to beat to death that “two-dollar-whore’s brother.”
Luna had politely tapped Jaz on the shoulder. When the other woman turned around, Luna had smiled… then calmly brought the bottle down on top of her head, breaking the bottle, spilling the whisky, and soundly knocking Jaz the fuck out. “There. That should take care of that.”
Other women in the clubhouse had snickered, but helped a very groggy Jaz to the couch and cleaned up the mess. Jaz had left. The woman had been smart enough not to threaten to press charges. She was a club girl, after all. What happened in the club stayed in the club. Even leaving for new ground, Jaz wouldn’t break that code. And Luna had staked her claim on Bohannon as surely as he had with her.
Luna’s fingers tunneled into Bohannon’s hair, clutching him tightly to her, urging him where she needed him most. When she held him in place, thrusting her hips in a wicked little shimmy, Bohannon decided she was ready.
He sat up, kneeling between her legs. Bohannon gripped her waist and flipped her over. He pulled her hips up so she was on her knees with her face on the pillow and grabbed her upper arms. With a decisive shove, he powered inside her while pulling her back onto him as the same time.
“Bohannon! Fuck! Yes! Yes!”
He set a furious, punishing pace, fucking her hard. She couldn’t move, and he wanted it that way. She could only take what he needed to give her. His yells were animalistic. Hers as well. The sharp, slapping staccato of their flesh smacking against each other was furious in its pace. Soon, her ass grew red where their bodies came together.
“Say you want me,” he bit out.
“I do!”
“Say you’ll always want me!”
“I will! God, I will!”
“Say you’ll marry me and have my children.”
“You know I will! God, don’t stop! Fuck me hard!”
“Going to fuck you until you can’t stand it anymore! Sweet little cunt! Wet! Hot! Ahhh!” His orgasm exploded within him. Within her. He wanted to take her every single way he could. Every position. Wanted to give his cum a chance to quicken inside her and give him her baby. Then maybe she would never leave him.
“I’ll never leave you, Bohannon,” she whimpered. “Baby or not, I’ll never fucking leave you ever!” Her pussy clamped down on him, wringing every last drop he had to give her. He hadn’t even realized he’d spoken aloud until she’d answered him.
“I want your baby, Luna. I want our child growing inside you and still see that look of love in your eyes you always show me.”
“You’ll get that look, baby or not. But I want your baby growing inside me. Our child, Bohannon. Ours.”
“Ours,” he repeated because he couldn’t help himself. Finally, he let himself roll to his side, taking Luna with him. Still he was inside her and never wanted to separate. He’d lie here until he grew hard inside her again then take her once more. He did it often. Sometimes, more than once a night. Tonight, it might be more.
“I have a confession to make,” she said as she tried to catch her breath.
“Oh? Am I not gonna like it?”
She giggled. “Well, you might not like some of it, particularly the aggressive sex we just shared and both crave.”
He stilled. “What? Did I hurt you?”
She instantly turned to face him, reaching her arm back to curl around his neck and bring him to her for a tender kiss. “Not in the least. Never that.”
“Then what?”
“Well,” she cleared her throat. “At my last checkup, the doctor had a talk with me. You’d stepped out, and he asked if I wanted him to wait on you, but you were busy getting coffee. You hadn’t slept in forever and were a tad… cranky. He didn’t protest and even looked at the door in relief. Apparently, I’m not the only one who thinks you’re a bear if you don’t get your full eight hours.”
“I haven’t slept much since all this happened. You can’t hold that against me.”
She giggled. “I don’t. Anyway, he wanted to tell me he’d done some routine blood work, which, because he intended to take another CT of my head, included a pregnancy test.”
“Oh, God,” he whispered.
Luna grinned. “Indeed. Doc says at least six weeks, so I’m going with two months since we didn’t have sex for a month after I was shot. I have an appointment with the OB in three days. I’ll find out more then.”
Very, very gently, Bohannon turned her over and held her close. She giggled until he let her go, frowning at her. “I don’t see anything so Goddamned funny.”
“You.” She laughed. “Being all careful after what we just did.”
“Which we won’t be doing again until we know for sure everything’s going to be all right. Did he mention all the drugs they had to give you for the surgery?”
“Yes. While there is a chance of adverse effects, it doesn’t always happen. And we had sex the same day I was shot. It’s possible the egg wasn’t even fertilized until after all the surgery. Likely, even. It’s why I put off the additional cosmetic surgery. I want to talk with the baby doctor first.”
“Definitely. But I want you to know, your heath comes first. If you need a procedure, I’ll want them to be as careful as possible, but I don’t want to risk you. Cosmetics can be put off, but not something important.”
“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that. My last checkup was stellar. Hard as it is to believe, all the rest is cosmetic. Which, by the way, I’m having a hairpiece made for the back of my head. As my hair grows back, I’ll trim everything up, but I’m not cutting it short. Or shaving it to my head as I’d have to right now if I wanted it even.”
Finally, Bohannon found a little humor. He chuckled before he realized it. “I could give two shits about your hair. You’re beautiful to me no matter what. You want a hairpiece, I’ll get you thirty. You want to shave it, I’ll shave mine too. We’ll be bald together.”
“You know, you didn’t ask if the baby was yours. It is, but you didn’t ask. Most men would be questioning that since we hadn’t been together but a few days before everything happened. I could have been with someone else.”
“Didn’t have to ask. Because it doesn’t fucking matter. I told you I wanted your baby. If it’s mine, all the better. Either way, you come with any child you bear. From now on, I’ll know without a doubt. Now, I’ll take your word for it and be happy. More than happy.”
Her smile lit up the world, not to mention his heart. “I love you so much, Bohannon. With all my heart, I love you.”
“I love you, too. With all my heart. And I always will.”
Marteeka Karland
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried so hard to rid her of.
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Marteeka Karland, Bohannon (Bones MC 2)
