I wove my fingers into his hair and arched into his mouth. He bit, licked, and blew his way around my pussy until I could no longer hold back an orgasm, screaming his name as I came. He climbed up my body, sliding into me as I continued to come down from my high, linking his fingers with mine and sliding my hands above my head.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I arched up, drawing him deeper into me. “Zane,” I breathed out.
“Yeah, baby.”
“I love you.”
“I know.” He thrust harder. “Love you too.”
“I want your baby.”
His thrusts stopped. “Come again?”
“Yeah, I want that too,” I said. “But you need to keep going to make that happen, so you can put a baby in me.”
He met my eyes. “Don’t say shit unless you mean it, Parker.”
“I do mean it,” I said, tugging a hand from his grip and stroking his face. “Our marriage is apparently inevitable, and I’d like to start making a baby right away. Now would be good.”
I’d gone off the pill a couple of months ago because it was messing with my hormones too much. The doctor wanted to talk about a shot or IUD, but I wasn’t a fan of needles or some piece of plastic having free rein in my uterus, so I had been using condoms.
He pulled out, tugged his condom off and buried himself deep again, closing his eyes and kissing me gently. “Then, let’s start now.”
Rabbit
“YOU GOT EVERYTHING you need?” I asked Parker after helping her load a fuckin’ shitload of flowers into the church, then the reception venue.
“Yeah,” she said distractedly.
“Mouse is hangin’ with you.”
“What? Why?” she asked, now wholly focused on me.
“Need to do somethin’.” I smiled, leaning down to kiss her but she covered my mouth with her fingers.
“What?” she asked.
I kissed her fingers, then moved her hand. “Club business.”
“What. Are. You. Doing?” she insisted.
“I’ll tell you when I’m done.”
“Zane McCormick, are you doing something dangerous?”
“No,” I said. She narrowed her eyes and I smiled. “Promise. Give me a kiss and don’t fuck with Mouse.”
“Why can’t I mess with Mouse?”
“He’s here on Alamo’s orders,” I said.
“Why is Alamo in this at all?”
“Because he’s the boss, Pebbles, you know this.”
“He’s not the boss of me.” She wrinkled her nose and was so fuckin’ adorable, I wanted to drag her into an alcove and fuck her.
“It’s cute you think that,” I retorted. “But regardless, he’s one of your best friends, so let’s just leave it at that, yeah? He wants Mouse on you when I’m not and I’ve got shit to do.”
“Is Mouse as good as—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I warned.
“What?” She wrinkled her nose. “I was going to ask if Mouse was as good at carrying heavy things as you are.”
“Sure, you were.”
She rolled her eyes. “When will you be done?”
“Don’t know.”
Parker let out a little huff. “Rabbit, you need to give me something.”
“I will. When I’m done.”
She waved her hand in irritation. “Which will be…?”
I chuckled. “When I’m done.”
She let out a frustrated groan, gripping my cut. “If you get yourself blown up again, you and I are going to have a problem.”
I stroked her cheek. “I’m not doin’ anything dangerous, Parker.”
“You weren’t when you got blown up, either.”
I sighed. She had me there. “I won’t get blown up again.”
“Thank you. Now go so you can come back quicker.”
I kissed her and walked to my bike, heading to the barn where I found Doom waiting for me in the kitchen.
“He downstairs?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“You left him for me, right?”
“Yeah, brother. He’s all yours, but I’m gonna be at your back for insurance.”
I nodded and he followed me into the basement where Joseph Fines was duct taped to a metal chair. I smiled while the kid stared up at me with terrified eyes.
“Hey, Joey,” I said, good-naturedly. “How’s your day been?”
He couldn’t answer me because his mouth was duct taped shut.
“Well, it’s about to get better,” I continued. “For me.”
I reached over and tore the tape off his mouth, eliciting a whimper from him.
Pussy.
“Oh, was that a little rough?” I asked. “I apologize. Oh, wait, no I don’t.” I pulled my arm back and slammed my fist into his face, although, I pulled my punch since I wanted him to stay coherent.
“What the fuck?” Joey screamed. “You can’t do this to me.”
“Who says?”
“Sugar Bear. You better stop, dickhead.”
Sugar Bear was the president of the local chapter of the Spiders and a royal pain in everyone’s ass. Joey was Sugar Bear’s brother-in-law, and had been helped out of a sticky situation with law enforcement by Doom’s woman, Lyric.
Only, Joey was taking that help for granted.
“We’re just gettin’ started, asshole,” I hissed. “There was an agreement. One that was airtight. Are you telling me that Sugar Bear’s reneging on that?”
The club had made a pact—more specifically, Lyric and Sugar Bear’s old lady, Tammy, had made a pact—not to touch women and children, and Sugar Bear had agreed to it. If Joey was doing this, it was on someone else’s orders.
“Fuck you,” Joey spat out.
“Not my type,” I growled, slamming my fist into his face again, then into his belly.
“Brother,” Doom warned.
“What?” I growled, turning to glare at him.
Doom nodded toward Joey. “He’s out.”
“Goddammit!” I roared, dragging my hands through my hair.
“What’s your end goal with this?” Doom asked.
“I want the cancer fuckin’ gone, Doom,” I ground out. “This is bullshit.”
“Killin’ Joey’s not gonna get that done, brother.”
I sighed. “I know.”
“We need to cut the head of the snake off,” Doom continued. “Find out who the fuck this Beast person is and bring them down.”
I crossed my arms. “And how do you propose we do that, brother?”
“You’re the genius, you tell me.”
“Doom—”
“Fists aren’t gonna resolve this one, Rabbit. We need to be smarter than that.”
I dragged my hands over my face and nodded. He was right and he knew it, but I appreciated that he let me get a little aggression out despite that fact. “Did you grab his phone?”
Doom nodded, handing it to me. “What’s the plan?”
I nodded toward Joey. “I’ll tell you later.”