Chapter 23
23
Robyn
I t was supposed to be a quiet afternoon, or so I’d hoped.
With Kyra hanging out downstairs under Ellie’s watchful eye, I would’ve welcomed an hour or so in front of the TV, just me and a double deluxe burger with extra-cheesy fries on the side. Yet here I am, sitting in the living room, first-aid kit on the coffee table beside me, stitching up Jagger’s flesh wound.
“Remember how many times you had to do this when you were riding with us?” Knox asks with a chuckle as he sits in the armchair next to me. Diesel stares out the window, quiet and deep in thought.
“Stitches? Yeah, mostly on myself or Calvin,” I grumble. “We were young and stupid and reckless… This, right here?” I pause and point at Jagger’s side, my attention briefly distracted by the ropes of muscle stretching across his core, “this is worse.”
“I’m counting three stitches,” Jagger replies, glancing down.
I have a hard time focusing with his bare chest displayed before me, especially under these strenuous circumstances, so I tug at the medical string before I loop and tie it up. He hisses from the pain, so I spray more anesthetic over the area.
“Shut up,” I grumble. “You were beyond reckless. Damn near got yourselves killed… and for what?”
“I’m starting to regret telling you,” Jagger says, giving me an apologetic look.
“You don’t really mean it. You’ve always been the straight shooter, the truth teller, at least where I’m concerned,” I say. “It’s what has made this relationship work between us until now. Please, keep telling me everything,” I add, looking at him, then at Knox and Diesel. “Don’t ever leave me out.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Diesel mutters.
“I don’t enjoy adding more fuel to the fire here,” Jagger says, “but we fear retaliation from Marlo or the Colombians her boys were dealing with.”
“I figured as much as soon as you told me what happened. What are you going to do?”
“We’ll tighten security, close ranks, and alert Sheriff Bentley about the deals and the Hugheses’ movements,” he says. “It’s all we can do at this point.”
“It’s all the sheriff can do with what little evidence he has,” Knox adds. “Marlo Hughes has very good, very seasoned lawyers. I’ve looked them up. They’ve represented mobsters and dealers all over Oregon over the past twenty years. They have low conviction rates across the board, which means they’re particularly capable in this field of law.”
“So without the so-called smoking-gun type of evidence, Marlo could walk,” I grimly conclude. “I suppose you’re worried she’ll try to come after me or Kyra too, right?”
“The thought did cross our minds,” Knox admits. “What do you think? How does that make you feel?”
“Well, it doesn’t make me want to pop open a bottle of champagne,” I mutter, slowly shaking my head as I apply disinfectant and a clean bandage over the stitched wound while Jagger sits still and bites his lower lip. “I think you guys will do everything in your power to keep us safe, I guess. And I think I should help make it slightly easier for you.”
Diesel looks at me, a frown pulling his brows together. “What do you mean?”
“I’ll pull Kyra out of school for a couple of weeks. Get her a doctor’s note or something, and she can do her work at home,” I say. “She can stay here. You said the clubhouse is the safest place for her.”
“Good. That’s a good idea,” Knox agrees.
Jagger leans forward and kisses me softly on the lips. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, baby.”
“You should still get that checked out by a doctor,” I reply.
“It’s fine,” he says. “You did one hell of a job stitching me up.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes as I listen to my men exchanging thoughts and ideas around the Easton incident and what to do next. In the meantime, I brace myself to tell them the truth. They’ve been honest with me—with the good, the bad, and the ugly. What kind of woman am I if I don’t reciprocate?
“With Kyra at the clubhouse, we’ll have two men to spare,” Knox says. “They can join the street patrols or watch the Hughes mansion from a reasonable distance, record their movements, who’s coming in, who’s coming out, that sort of thing.”
“Agreed,” Jagger says. He puts on another tee shirt; a clean one he grabbed from his office on the way in. “We should document everything the Hughes gang is doing. It’ll help the DA later down the road for sure.”
“I’m pregnant.”
I’d had something a tad more explanatory built up in the back of my head, but simpler felt better. The guys don’t immediately register what I’ve just said.
“Sheriff Bentley should deputize us, though,” Jagger says, looking at Knox and Diesel. “You know, to make it official and whatever. It’ll give Marlo’s defense less ammunition in court.”
“Oh, yeah, the sheriff is going to love deputizing over a hundred motorcycle club members,” Diesel says with a dry chuckle.
Finally, Knox cuts in as he gives me a stunned look. “Wait, what?”
“What did you just say?”
Diesel and Jagger catch up.
“Robyn,” Jagger whispers, “say it again.”
“I’m… pregnant.” I say and sigh deeply, lowering my eyes. “I know it’s the worst possible time, but you’ve been honest with me and so supportive, and we’ve already said how we feel about one another, and I meant every word, and I know you meant it too, and I don’t know what to do or what else to say, and I’m scared out of my mind—”
And Jagger pulls me into a kiss to stop me from derailing any further.
For a moment, the world stops spinning.
My heart thuds frantically as I gauge their reactions. I don’t know what I’m scared of. Maybe I’m scared of rejection, of them telling me it is, in fact, the worst possible time or something along those lines, something that won’t soothe me at all.
“You’re pregnant,” Knox says, scooting out of his chair so he can get closer to me. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve known for a couple of weeks,” I say.
“You’re shaking,” Jagger notes, his hands holding mine. “Why?”
“I did just say that I’m scared out of my mind.”
“What are you specifically scared of?” Diesel asks, moving away from the window. He comes over, each step loaded with a muted sense of determination.
“That… I don’t know; that you don’t want this.”
“Robyn,” Knox chuckles softly and leans in to plant a soft kiss on my lips. My fears dissolve against his warm breath. I briefly lose myself in the blue pools of his eyes. “Granted, the timing isn’t the greatest, but you just told us we’re going to have a baby.”
I shrug slightly. “I’m not sure who the father is, which is not something I ever imagined I’d say.”
“It’s one of us,” Jagger replies, “right?”
“What do you mean by ‘right’?” I mumble, momentarily paralyzed.
He laughs and kisses me again. “I’m joking. I had to take the edge off this somehow. Robyn, for heaven’s sake, it’s great news. It’s wonderful news. We’re going to be dads”
“We’re going to be a family,” Knox says with a smile as the words sink in.
“A family,” I repeat, my voice barely a whisper.
Diesel wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head—then my temple, my cheek… when his lips find mine, I succumb to an endless stream of love and comfort, relief washing over me like a warm bath.
“All the madness aside, it’s what we’ve often dreamed about,” Diesel says.
“It is?” I ask, leaning into him.
“We figured we’d never have a shot at a kid with the same woman in this specific setup,” he replies. “That was more of a wild dream, a fantasy. Yet here we are, baby, making it work. I guess there is such a thing as a miracle.”
“I’m worried,” I confess, looking up at them. “We can’t tell anybody obviously and, legally, how will we go about it? I have no idea how to even build on this.”
Jagger tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. He loves doing that, if only to steal a touch. “Robyn, we’ll figure it out. But I’ll tell you one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re not doing this alone,” he says. “We’re with you. Hell, under these circumstances, I think it actually gives us an even bigger drive to fight back against those who want to see us destroyed.”
Diesel laughs lightly. “Yeah, talk about the ultimate motivation.”
“Diesel will burn the entire planet down to keep you and our children safe,” Knox says. “And rest assured, Jagger and I will be right beside him.”
“Our children?” I mutter.
“There’s Kyra and there’s the little bun currently baking in the oven,” he replies. “Do you want to stop there, ’cause I’d sure love a big family. The four of us and an army of kids to take over the world with.”
“You’ve got enough dads in the picture to work with,” Jagger chimes in.
Tears prick my eyes as I let out a hearty laugh. I feel relief, joy, comfort, emotions I never thought I’d feel again, but I feel them. I feel them all the way through to my bones. And my men wrap me in their arms and cover me with kisses, holding me close and reassuring me that everything is going to be okay.
I find the sliver of hope I need to keep pushing, to keep fighting.
“I’ll say it until the day I die: I love you and you’re not alone,” Knox whispers in my ear. “You’re stuck with us, baby, whether you like it or not.”
“Rest assured, I like it,” I sigh as I rest my head on his shoulder.
“I never imagined myself in this position,” I say a few minutes later in the bedroom.
Oddly enough, I mean it both literally and figuratively, as I’m gently strapped to the bed’s four posters with satin ribbons, naked and wanting for the sizzling-hot men standing before me. The lights are dim, and scented candles burn on the nightstand. Outside, Harley engines roar as the club’s many, many members gather downstairs for planning and drinks.
The Rogue Riders are bracing for war.
But their leadership has taken tonight off. They’re going to be fathers, and they wish to make love to me. Who am I to deny them, when I’m just as eager?
“It’s nice that life can still surprise you, huh?” Knox says, half-smiling as he moves to the side of the bed, his giant cock hard and throbbing with desire.
“If only life could stick to the good kind of surprises, such as this one,” I reply.
He inches closer, muscles twitching across his massive chest, while my gaze is briefly distracted by the stories his tattoos tell: Stories of war and violence, of righteousness and redemption. I see the same story told by the blue havens of his eyes and by the specks of silver in his dark hair and growing beard.
“You’re undoubtedly life’s most wonderful surprise, Robyn,” he says. “We didn’t imagine we’d make it this far either, yet here we are.”
“Here we are,” I whisper.
At the foot of my bed, Diesel and Jagger linger. They’re quiet but longing burns in their eyes and their lips are slightly parted as they admire my naked form. My nipples harden under their gaze, my core tightening as Knox gently runs his hand over my breasts.
I suck in a deep breath when he squeezes and kneads my flesh. “Oh, Knox.”
“We’re just getting started, darling.”
Diesel moves to the right side of my bed. He and Knox take care of my breasts while stroking themselves—one for each to massage, to fondle. They pinch my nipples and shower my lips with wet, hot kisses, while Jagger positions himself between my legs.
“You smell like heaven,” he says, his tongue sliding between slick folds.
My pussy is burning, liquid heat trickling from my core. He licks me, closing his lips around my clit. I can feel it swelling, tension tightening in the pit of my stomach as I’m overwhelmed by an avalanche of sensations.
My men kiss me, lick me, bite me in a playful fashion. Layer by layer, I crumble and fall apart, deconstructed completely when Jagger starts finger-fucking me like a madman. I cry out their names over and over, my voice drowned by the overlapping thunder from V-twin engines outside.
“Give it to me, darling,” Jagger growls, then suckles my clit with unbridled passion, fingers curling with every retreat, until I’m pushed over the edge.
Knox and Diesel suck my nipples harder and harder. The sting is cathartic.
I come hard, gushing like a fountain, but Jagger doesn’t give me a moment’s respite. No, he loosens the ribbons around my ankles and lets me wrap my legs around his waist as he dives deep inside me.
Our eyes are locked, while Knox and Diesel rise and offer me their delicious cocks. I go to town, taking each of them in turns.
“You were made for us; it’s undeniable,” Knox hisses as he glides down my throat.
My wrists are bound, and I would love nothing more than to be able to touch them, but the first part of the night is about squeezing every drop of pleasure out of me. My screams of ecstasy are muffled by Diesel’s gargantuan erection. He deep-throats me like the beast he is while Jagger pounds my pussy.
I’ve barely recovered from one climax, yet I can already feel a second, truly devastating one coming. I catch a glimpse of Knox’s devilish grin before the sound of a vibrator comes on. I see it in his hand.
“Yes, please… Oh, yes,” I moan as Diesel pulls back, the taste of precum left on the tip of my tongue.
Knox presses the pear-shaped vibrator against my clit. “That’s it, baby.”
“Take it like a good girl,” Jagger gasps, fucking me even harder.
He can feel me clenching, my pussy tightening around him. I feel the veins throbbing along Knox’s massive shaft as he fills my mouth. Diesel caresses my face, grunting as he watches his blood brothers claim me.
A madness crosses my mind. Words come out of my tender mouth and past my slightly plumpier lips before I can stop myself. I’m so close to a veritable explosion, common sense be damned.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I say, my voice raspy. “Both of you…”
Knox and Diesel give me dark looks, excitement flickering in their azure eyes before the deepest night comes over them. I hold on to the satin ribbons, I hold on for dear life as Jagger thrusts himself into me, splitting me in half while the vibrator finally breaks me. I open my mouth wide and let Diesel and Knox join forces, their swollen tips sharing the wet and welcoming warmth of my tongue. They stroke themselves, harder and faster and matching Jagger’s rhythm, while Knox keeps the vibrator pressed against my clit.
My muffled screams reverberate across the room.
“FUCK!” Jagger snaps as he loses himself inside me.
I feel him coming.
I feel the heat of his seed shooting through my body.
I taste the delicious saltiness of Knox and Diesel’s seed coating my tongue.
I revel in the music of their orgasmic grunts and moans, listening and letting my heart fly as I drink every drop. They fill me to the brim. They take me and turn me inside out. They possess and protect me.
“I love you so much, it hurts,” I whisper against Jagger’s bare, sweaty chest afterward.
“Good, ’cause we’re giving it back to you in triplicate,” he says.