“I swear to God, I’m going to gag you.”
I snort. “Just try.”
He pulls back and grabs my face again. My eyes snap open but before I can say anything, he slams his lips to mine, shutting me up the way he does best. My heart hammers in my chest as I wrap my arms around his waist, open my legs wider, and pull him closer. Reaching between us, I wrap my fingers around his thick cock and give it a few tugs before he rips his lips from mine with a groan.
“Just remember, you asked for this,” he whispers, his eyes on fire as they lock with mine and he lines the head of his cock up at my entrance before surging forward. My eyes widen as he fills me and I gasp, my fingers digging into his back.
“Noah,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“That’s right, baby doll,” he growls, gripping my hip in one hand as he develops a punishing rhythm. It’s fast and rough - just the way he knows I love it and I struggle to catch my breath through the barrage. “Don’t forget who owns you.”
I would object to his comment but one, it’s true. Ever since the day we met, Noah Thomas LeBlanc has owned me - mind, body, heart, and soul. And two, I can’t seem to form words right now with his cock driving into me repeatedly. Pressure builds in my belly and my heart thunders in my ears as I let out moan after moan, unable to quiet them with the onslaught of pleasure he’s inflicting on me.
Damn, he’s good.
Hence, why I like pissing him off so damn much.
Can you blame me though?
“Noah,” I cry since apparently that’s the only thing I can say right now and I swear, I can feel his chest swell with pride. Noah LeBlanc does a lot of things well but the one thing he takes the most pride in is loving me better than anyone else ever could - both emotionally and physically.
“That feel good?”
“Yes,” I whisper as I drag my fingernails down his back. He groans, his lips finding mine again as his hand slips behind my head. I remember his comment about pulling his hair and I reach up, running my hand through the soft strands before I grip some of it and pull.
“Fuck!” he roars against my lips, his voice ragged as he presses his forehead to mine. He’s breathing heavily, on the verge of release, and I revel in it. Just like Noah does for me, no one can take care of my man like I can. “You ready to come for me, darlin’?”
I nod, my body tensing and my back arching off the bed, as I hover on the brink of release.
“Get to it, then,” he orders, pulling his hand from behind my head to reach down and slap the side of my ass. The sharp sting is exactly what I need and I topple over the edge as colors explode behind my eyes as I scream his name. He thrusts one more time before his cock jerks inside me and he lets out a groan that damn near rattles the walls.
“Shit,” he breathes, dropping his sweaty forehead to mine as we both drift down and, after a moment, he rolls to my side, pulling me back into his arms. I try to wiggle out of his hold and he grunts.
“Don’t get comfy. I still have to go to work.”
He shakes his head. “You can’t get up yet.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he answers, pulling back to meet my gaze as he places a hand on my stomach. “It’ll help you get pregnant if you lie down for a few minutes.”
I grin, shaking my head as I relax back into the bed and stare up at the ceiling. We were engaged for all of twenty minutes when he brought up babies and we both didn’t want to wait. After growing up in foster care, I’ve been dreaming of having a family of my own since I was a little girl. Noah has always wanted a big family, too, and after his parents abandoned him, it became even more important. Some people are going to look down on us because we’re so young, I know that, but I don’t care. I have Noah and we’ll have our babies. What more could we possibly need?
“How do you know that?”
He shrugs. “Internet.”
“Man,” I say, turning to look at him with a grin. “If anyone could see you now… big, bad biker, looking up tips to help his fiancée get pregnant online.”
“Kady, I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks. We both want this and we’re adults so fuck ‘em all.”
“I love you.”
He grins. “I love you. Now, how long you gonna make me wait before you marry me?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, looking down at the ring on my hand. “Why don’t we talk about it tonight?”
“Why not now?”
“Because,” I say, detangling myself from his arms and slipping out of the bed before he can stop me. A deep frown contorts his handsome face and I laugh. It’s adorable. “Right now, I have to get ready for work.”
“Fine.”
I laugh again. “Don’t pout. It’s not a good look on you, baby.”
“Whatever,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes before flashing me the same cocky grin that I fell in love with when I was only eleven years old. “I always look good.”
“Yeah, all right, hot shot,” I call over my shoulder as I step into the bathroom to get in the shower.
“Is Hannah going to be there tonight?”
I step back into the bedroom and nod. “Yes, why?”
He shoots me an annoyed look as he sits up and leans back against the headboard. “You know why. What I do is dangerous, baby, and I need you to always have your guard up. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if something happened to you.”
“Okay,” I whisper, nodding. I turn back to the bathroom but stop and turn around before sighing. “Noah, do you ever think about stopping? I mean, now that we’re planning our future and a family?”
“Yeah, I do.”
I take a step toward him. “So, you’re getting out? No more drugs? No more club?”
“Look, I’ve got a ton of money saved up and we just need a little bit more and we’ll be set for our future. I’ll stop then, okay?”
“Noah…”
“I hear you, baby,” he growls. “I’m doing this for us, for you. I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted but to do that, I need you to hang in there for a bit longer.”
I sigh and nod. “Okay.”
“Hey, don’t forget that I’m picking you up after your shift tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t be late again this time.”
“I’ll do my best,” he replies with a grin and I roll my eyes, hiding my smile as I turn toward the bathroom to get ready for work. All of my life, all I wanted was a family and this is the first time that I feel like I have one. Yeah, it’s small with just Noah and I, but we’re working on that and I am so damn excited to see what the future has in store for us.
Chapter One
Noah
The cot beneath me creaks, echoing through the cell block as I roll to my back and sigh, my gaze falling onto the photo taped to the underside of the bed above me, the same place it’s been for the last seven years. Not that I need it. In my mind, I still see her as clearly as I do in the photo staring back at me now. Her long blonde hair blowing in the breeze as she laughs and her hazel eyes bright and full of life. That’s the image of her that I’ve clung to all this time, the one thing that’s gotten me through the hell that is being held in a cage like an animal. The fact that I’m so close to seeing her again makes every second that passes pure hell.