Tex’s Angel (Savage Legion MC #11)

Epilogue

Tex

Four Months Later

Today’s the day. I’m proposing to Clara at our gender reveal party. Neither one of us knows the gender of our babies—yes, babies plural, we’re having twins! I’ve got the envelope in my vest pocket that the sonographer gave me, the ring box in the other, and I’m prepared to spill all my secrets today.

Lately, it seems like every single time we bump into each other she wants to ride my cock. Since I’m a male with a strong libido this pleases me more than I have words to say. And I’ve learned that I have a kink. I can’t tell whether pregnant women turn me on in general or it’s only Clara because I love her so dearly and because she’s carrying my child. Either way, I love it when she seduces me.

This morning, I head upstairs to take Clara her breakfast. My time is my own now I’m in charge of the Savage Legion’s security business full-time. I lost the appeal, which I gotta admit stung for a hot minute, before I realized I wouldn’t want to go back to work somewhere that thinks so little of me. So now I’m my own boss and I’m taking a half day so I can spoil my old lady to my heart’s content. Since Clara’s been pregnant, all she eats in the morning is toast and some fresh fruit, so I oblige her. When I set her tray aside, she rolls over to look at me.

I ask happily, “Y’all want me or your breakfast first?”

She reaches out one hand and tugs me forward. “Come to me, I need you first thing this morning to take the edge off. I swear being pregnant has turned me into a sex-starved nymphomaniac.”

I reach down and tug the blanket slowly down her body, revealing inch after inch of lovely pale skin. I’ve discovered some things about my sweet, Clara. She’s got tiny red freckles scattered all over her body, not a lot but enough for me to enjoy looking at when she’s riding my cock. I used to love her long red curls but after getting her hair cut off by that asshole, she’s opted for a shorter and more asymmetrical cut. And she’s decided she doesn’t want long nails anymore because having them brings back bad memories of her abduction. The thing is, I didn’t think she could possibly be sexier than when we first met. I remember stoking myself off like a madman to those long red curls. Now, I love her and therefore whatever she chooses to do with her body, I’ll automatically love.

The moment the blanket exposes the gentle swell of her baby bump, I begin tearing my clothing off like the sex-crazed biker I am. My Clara is naked and eager.

I lower myself on top of her, careful to keep my weight off her and our child. I always start with kisses because her lips are made of temptation. This morning my old lady is easily aroused. When our tongues tangle, she scratches at me with her new blunted nails. They feel different, and in my opinion better than the ones she wore before. I slide my hand through her hair. The luxurious softness feels like silk against my skin.

She gently urges me down and I go all too willingly because I know what sweet treats await me. After teasing her nipples until they’re stiff little peaks, I nibble, nip, and lick her until she is squirming beneath me and urging me downward again. I always take my time pleasuring her and linger until she urges me on because I can’t stand the thought of her not getting enough of the pleasure she prefers. It’s my duty and honor to please her after all.

I move down to worship her belly. Cupping her small baby bump with both hands, I try to sense if we are having boys or girls. Of course I cannot tell, and it’s foolishness to keep trying. However this is my favorite game so I will likely never give it up. What man could resist kissing and caressing his wife’s baby bump?

When she urges me down again, I go straight for the heaven located between her legs.

I pull her glistening slit open and gaze upon the most wonderful sight I have ever seen. It makes me eager to put my mouth on her.

An eager man is a sloppy man, I tell myself, forcing myself to slow down. Clara deserves only the best from me every single time. I pride myself on making her come until she can’t take anymore.

I trace my tongue up and down her slit, stopping to swirl around her clit over and over again and she moans with pleasure. My Clara likes variation, so I rub the flat of my tongue gently over her clit while sliding a finger into her wet core. I tease her a bit before rubbing her g-spot as I suck on her clit. This always does the trick. She comes around my finger, grasping and pulling as she writhes beneath me. Gotta make sure she’s wet enough to take my thick cock.

I continue teasing her, but she pushes me away. “Enough, babe. I want your cock.”

I roll us over, pulling her on top because she loves to be in control of her orgasm, and I love to see her moving up and down on my cock with the kind of sensual grace I could never emulate in a million fucking years.

She starts out at a slow and languid pace and then moves faster and faster until we are burning up the sheets. I mostly keep my hands around her waist, helping her move up and down on my thick cock. She leans back giving me a glance of her pussy and the sight of it griping my shaft tightly. I’m soaked with her juices and it’s all I can do to stop myself blowing my load.

When Clara works herself up to an impossibly fast pace, I roll up out of the bed, cup my hands under her ass and walk across the room with her. Pressing her back against the wall, I wait for her to wrap her lovely long legs around my waist. Then I gleefully pound into her hard and fast until she comes screaming. Then I feel my own release as I fill her up with my come

Once we come back down to earth Clara reaches out and strokes my chest.

“That was amazing,” she tells me.

“More or less amazing than the last time?”

“More, I think.” Glancing up at me, she explains. “I think the more pregnant I get the hornier I get. I hate to think what I’m going to be like when I’m about to pop.”

I laugh, “I’m gonna be like a prize bull at rutting time. Don’t you worry little missy, I’m a gonna train so I’ll be ready to keep up with y’all.”

She laughs, “Keep up that talk mister, and you might unleash a cowboy kink.”

“Well, I do believe I still have my Stetson somewhere, if y’all want a game of rope the brisket?”

She gives me a playful shove, “Do I even want to know what that is?”

“Maybe not sugar britches.”

We lie there in silence for a few minutes before she stretches and finally asks the question I know she’s been dying to, “Would it be terrible if we sneaked a peak at the envelope the sonographer gave us?”

“You really want to spoil the surprise?” I ask.

“It’ll still be a surprise for all our friends. But I’d like to share this with you. I want all our special moments to be between us first.”

Pride swells in my chest and I nod. “Okay, if that’s what y’all want, that’s what we’ll do.”

I reach down, pull my vest up from the floor and fish out the envelope.

“You open it. I’m too nervous,” she tells me.

I open that envelope right up because I don’t care whether we’re having boys or girls. I’ll be happy with either. I pull out the sheet of paper and try to figure out what I’m looking at.

“Well? What are we having?”

Turning the paper around I show her. “One of each, I think.”

She snatches the paper from my hands and studies it like her life depends upon it. When she lowers the paper, she’s grinning. “Yes, we’re having one of each!”

“Good job the nursery is being painted in gender neutral colors,” I say. My mind is racing, I’m having a girl. And a boy. Okay, I’ve had almost fifteen years’ experience of being a boy dad, but a girl dad? Damn… this is gonna be one huge rollercoaster.

Clara is still laying there with the piece of paper from the sonographer in her hand, the other is absentmindedly stroking her belly.

I reach over and tuck a curl behind her ear, “I have another surprise for you. Would you like it now or at the party?”

Her eyes light up. “Now please. The more wonderful things we can do to mark this day, the more special the day becomes.”

I reach into the other pocket of my cut and pull out the ring box. I open it and turn it around for her to see the huge two carat diamond. I’d wracked my brain with ideas for proposals. Seen videos of grand gestures, but that’s not our relationship. What I have with Clara ain’t all bells and whistles. It’s good, honest, homespun love. Anything else would just seem fake, so I turn to her and say, “It’s time, sugar. I want y’all to be my wife before these babies are born. What do y’all say to that?”

She smiles and nods, getting choked up. Instead of taking the ring, she throws herself into my arms. I hold her and give her a chance to get a hold of her emotions. Just when I think I know everything about my sweet Clara, she surprises me once more. “I want you to know that you’re the best part of my life. I love everything about you, including how you pay attention enough to know what style of jewelry I wear. I know it’s not about the ring, or grand gestures, but the ring is gorgeous!”

“You really like the ring that much,” I ask, praying she does. It took all of my sleuthing skills to check out what styles she likes.

“I love it almost as much as I love and you and Levi.”

I splay my hand out over her baby bump, as she reaches for the ring. I watch her admire it and read the inscription inside, that says forever mine. She slides it onto her finger and rests her hand over mine.

I can’t believe that I was lucky enough to have two special women in my life. They were both so different. I used to be afraid of love, worried that it would mean that I’d moved on, that I’d forgotten Ashlyn or that I’d betrayed her memory somehow. But that’s not the case. I have enough love for everyone—it’s a different type of love, but just as fierce, and just as passionate and one that I’m gonna keep burning bright until my very last breath on earth. I tilt her head up to look into her eyes before telling her, “Y’all were worth waiting a lifetime to meet, Clara.”

When I kiss her forehead, she comes to cuddle in my lap. We sit there naked and physically and emotionally, knowing that our love is true.

THE END