“Done.”
“And you want to get me pregnant even though you’ve known me for less than a day?”
“Damn straight. I knew the second I saw you that you were mine and I wanted a family with you.”
She practically melted and smiled softly. “I want a family with you, too. I know it’s crazy and fast, but…I feel like we were meant for each other.”
I dipped my head down and brushed a sweet kiss over her lips. “That’s because we were.”
Alyssa sighed and wound her arms around my neck. “Then maybe we should keep working.”
I laughed and kissed her nose before reluctantly pulling out of her, ignoring her tempting whimper. “I shouldn’t have taken you so hard your first time,” I told her as I rolled away and got off the bed. “And I definitely shouldn’t have taken you twice. You’re going to be sore as fuck.”
“If I’m already going to be sore, what would one more time matter?” she threw out as I disappeared into the master bath. The room was huge and decorated in shades of cream, chocolate brown, and sage green. It had a shower that would fit at least six people, a Jacuzzi tub with a similar capacity, and a counter with two sinks, an attached vanity, and a small mini-fridge.
I took a washcloth from one of the cubbies under the counter, wet the fabric with warm water before wringing it out, then carried it back into the bedroom. As I approached, I answered her previous question. “Because I have no fucking control when I’m inside you, and if I take you hard again, you won’t be able to walk for a week. My fat cock stretched your little pussy to its limit, and it needs time to adjust.”
When I reached the bed, I spread Alyssa’s legs and tenderly cleaned her center. I was focused on caring for her, so I was able to control my impulse to finish the job with my tongue. However, I nearly lost it when she muttered, “Walking is overrated.”
I laughed as I tossed the damp rag into the trash since it was stained with her virgin blood. After removing her skirt. I scooped her into my arms and stalked to the bathroom.
Once I set her down on the chair at the vanity, I walked to the tub and began to fill it.
“This bathroom is so pretty,” she murmured as she took in her surroundings. I made yet another mental note for our future house.
While the bath filled, I grabbed a towel from a heated rack—I’d flipped the switch on my way back to the bedroom—and set it by the tub with a washcloth. Then I rooted around under the sink and in the linen closet until I found some toiletries. By then, the steaming water was at capacity, so I returned to my girl and picked her up again before slowly lowering her into the bath.
She sighed blissfully, and I kissed the top of her head before turning to walk away.
I stopped in my tracks when she asked, “You’re not coming?”
I fucking wish. I didn’t think she’d recognized her double entendre, but it made me hard as fuck, nevertheless. I was saved by the sound of my phone ringing with Mac’s ringtone. I twisted my head to look at her over my shoulder. “If I get in with you, I won’t be able to hold back,” I admitted. “And that’s the prez calling, so I should really take it.”
She nodded, but a cute pout formed on her luscious lips. Shaking my head with a smile, I forced myself to leave the bathroom.
My phone was in the pocket of my jeans, so I hunted around the bed until I found them. I dug out my cell, then dragged my pants on but didn’t bother to button them.
“Prez,” I greeted.
“How’s Alyssa?”
“Satisfied and hopefully pregnant,” I said honestly.
“Figured it was like that when you took off with her. Her dad was in my office an hour ago.”
6
Bear
“Damn, that was fast,” I muttered.
“Not really surprising if she was due somewhere and didn’t show up.”
“True. What’s he know?”
“Not a conversation to have over the phone, and Alyssa should hear it, too. Patch is on his way, be there in about five. Don’t worry, I guarantee the sheriff isn’t on his tail.”
I frowned because I didn't want anyone intruding on my time with Alyssa, but especially when the only clothes she had to wear was her school uniform.
“Brigit sent some clothes with him. And food.”
It was as though he’d read my mind, which made sense considering how territorial he was over his own woman. I still wasn’t all that happy with the situation, but that helped a little. “Tell her thanks.”
“Will do.”
We hung up, and I shoved my phone back into my pants before stalking into the bathroom. Alyssa was submerged to her neck, but the rosy tips of her nipples were playing peekaboo with the suds floating on the water.
I took a deep breath and told my cock to stand the fuck down as I approached her. “Someone is coming by with supplies and clothes for us. Has an update on the situation, but I think you should stay in the bath and rest. I’ll fill you in later.” That was only partly true…I just didn’t want her around Patch, or any other male, until she had my vest on her back and my ring on her finger.
Alyssa sat up, causing rivulets of water to sluice down her neck and shoulders. Only the tops of her tits were visible, but the moisture streaking over them still made me very hungry. She distracted me when she went to stand, and I quickly grabbed her around the waist. “Baby, you can't do shit like that. You could slip and fall.” I didn’t want to think about the damage that could do to her or our baby if she was pregnant.
“I guess it is a little slippery,” she agreed, allowing me to pick her up and set her on her feet beside the tub. “Thank you.”
“You can thank me properly later,” I teased with a wink.
She cocked her head, and her smile turned mischievous. “Can I get extra credit if I do it on my knees?”
I almost swallowed my tongue, and my knees nearly buckled at the image I’d conjured of Alyssa kneeling in front of me, her plush lips wrapped around my cock and my hands clenched in her hair to hold her in place while I fucked her heavenly mouth. I was tempted to push her down right then, but the doorbell broke the spell I was under.
“Yeah, baby,” I croaked. “Anytime you want.”
She glanced at my groin, and I realized my cock had worked its way up and was straining toward her through the gap in my jeans. Precome beaded on the top when she licked her lips, and her eyes darkened. The doorbell rang again, and I cursed a blue streak as I gingerly tucked myself back in.
“Dry off and stay here until I bring you some clothes,” I commanded. She pressed her lips together in irritation, and I gathered she hadn’t appreciated my tone. But I wasn’t messin’ around. “You come out there before I bring you clothes, and you’re gonna end up tied to that bed begging me for orgasms that won't come till I feel like you’ve earned them.” Then I spun around and stomped all the way to the front door.
“Let’s get this the fuck over with,” I snarled when I opened it.
“Hello to you, too, brother,” Patch grunted from the front porch. “Earning your road name again, I see.”