Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
She cried out, her back arching, her body taking every inch of me like she couldn’t get full fast enough.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. “That tight little pussy’s always so ready for me.”
I started pounding inside her—deep, punishing strokes that had the water slapping against our skin. She held on with both arms and legs, her breath coming fast and hot in my ear.
“You feel that?” I growled. “How deep I am? How hard I’m fucking you, baby?”
“Yes! Oh yes!”
“Gonna fuck you until your knees give out,” I gritted. “Until your pussy’s dripping with my come.”
She moaned louder, her head falling back against the tile.
“Tell me who owns this pussy,” I demanded.
“You do,” she gasped. “Only you, Lucas.”
“Damn right.”
I kissed her neck, bit her shoulder, licked a path to her tits, and sucked one nipple into my mouth until she was begging me to touch her clit.
I did—rough and fast, just how she liked it—and within seconds she was screaming.
I took her hard, making her scream for me all over again. That tight little body clamped down so hard around me, I saw stars.
I slammed into her one last time and shouted as I emptied inside her. Wave after wave, my balls tightening, and her name on my lips. My hips jerked once, then twice, before I finally stilled and held her tight against me.
We stayed that way under the water, both of us breathing hard, hearts slamming against our ribs. Her arms were limp around my neck, her face buried in my shoulder, her lips pressed to my skin.
“You good?” I murmured, lips against her forehead.
She nodded, her voice breathless. “So good.”
I pulled back just enough to look at her face, then grinned. “Good. Because I’m not done. Not even close.”
She laughed weakly. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Nope,” I murmured. “Gonna put a baby in you.”
She stilled, and I looked down at her, an eyebrow raised. Something in her expression was different now. She was holding something back, and I didn’t like it.
“Maren?” I growled.
She bit her lip, then smiled mischievously. “You already did.”
I stared. “What?”
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with joy. “I took the test this morning. I was going to tell you after dinner. But, uh…you distracted me, and it just kind of slipped out.”
I blinked, the weight of her words crashing over me, filling me with excitement, love, and a little smugness at knowing I’d knocked up my woman. “You’re pregnant.”
She nodded again. “I’m pregnant.”
I kissed her hard and deep. Then I pressed her tighter against me, one hand splayed over her back and the other on her stomach like I could protect both at once.
“Fuck, I love you,” I whispered. “My girl, my baby.”
Later that night, when she was tucked against me in bed, her body boneless and wrapped naked in my arms, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I reached for it and was surprised to see a text from Tomcat.
Tomcat
Why the fuck didn’t you tell me how damn hard she’d hit me?
Tomcat
Never mind. Don’t answer. I’m so fucked.
I stared at the message, then looked over at Maren and laughed.
She arched a brow.
“Tomcat.” A grin tugged at my mouth. “Sounds like the flyboy met a woman.”
Her brows lifted. “The woman?”
“Maybe.”
She snorted. “Can’t wait to watch the pilot crash into love.”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling as I held her closer. “He’s about to go down hard.”
EPILOGUE
MAREN
It was only an hour after the sun came up, and motorcycles were already rumbling down my driveway. My kids were both morning people, so the club knew it was safe to come over so early. And today, I could use all the help I could get, so I put another pot of coffee on and raced into our bedroom so I wouldn’t be greeting everyone in my robe with my hair a mess.
Not that any of the guys would give me more than a glance if I wasn’t fully dressed. Lucas’s club brothers were all tough as heck, but nobody wanted to risk his wrath over me. And most of them had wives of their own that they were just as obsessed with, so they got where my husband was coming from.
But I needed to get moving because we were about to host a bunch of kids who wanted to try out the ramp that Lucas and a couple of the guys installed in our backyard last night. After getting a skateboard for his last birthday, Lorne had begged for a half-pipe. Our seven-year-old was as fearless as his father, but I wasn’t ready to see him fling his body around like that. The wave ramp was a compromise—exciting enough to keep my son happy for now while I adjusted to the fact that my baby was growing up faster than I wanted.
I pulled on jeans and a tank, brushed my hair, and made it back downstairs just in time to find Stella, Courtney, and Violet setting trays of food on the kitchen counter.