17. Autumn
SEVENTEEN
AUTUMN
By the time Dodge comes home, the first of the morning light is starting to peek through the windows. He wasn’t gone as long as I thought he would be, but every minute seemed to drag on and on.
He looks even more tired when he strips out of his cut and jeans to collapse back onto the bed.
I crawl closer, snuggling into his side. “Everything okay?”
His hand squeezes my waist. “It will be.”
I smile, tilting to look up at him but my eyes catch on smeared pink on his neck. I rub my finger along it, and pull back to see the glitter now all over my skin. My heart is pounding, dread suffocating my lungs as I sit up.
Dodge frowns, grabbing my wrist. “What?”
“Glitter and lipstick.” I move away from him, stumbling off the bed when he tries to catch my shirt.
“Autumn, wait.”
I wipe my shaking fingers on the sheet and glare at him.
“So you left me in bed to go—to go f-fuck someone at the clubhouse? What the hell?” Adrenaline is coursing ?through me.
I can’t be around him right now and think clearly, not with the betrayal piercing my heart.
I move to leave him in the bedroom; his hand holds the door in place as he presses into me from behind.
“Not going to give me a chance to explain?”
I huff out a breath. “If I left in the middle of the night and came home smelling of another man’s cologne, what would you think?” Emotion claws at my throat, making my voice hoarse.
Dodge wraps his arm around my waist, his lips dragging against my ear. “I think I’d have to murder him, but if you told me nothing happened, I’d believe you because I trust you.”
My anger deflates. “Why do you have glitter and lipstick on you?”
“I hugged Daisy on the way out. She was telling me how she had finally finished beauty school. Probably her makeup just rubbed off.”
I’ve met Daisy before. I know Daisy. She’s nice. She knows I’m with Dodge. It takes a moment to calm down and convince my brain not to reject the explanation outright.
Dodge slithers his hands to my hips, pressing his erection between my ass cheeks. “You feel that? I’m so fucking hard about you getting possessive over me? Is this yours, huh, Autumn? This cock belong to you?”
I shiver at the heat in his voice, and look at him over my shoulder. “Yeah?” My voice is shaky.
He studies me for a moment and leans down, kissing my nose, cheeks, and then lips. “You know in the club, we make things a little more permanent to claim a woman.”
“What do you mean?” A flicker of Mikayla’s jacket flashes before my eyes.
His hand slips farther down, under the shirt and between my legs, while the other moves up to squeeze my breast. “Make you my old lady. It means you’re mine. ”
“And you’re mine?” I whisper back.
He nods, kissing me again. “Yeah, patch you into the club and everything.”
My heart leaps at the thought. A little scared about belonging to Dodge, belonging to a motorcycle club, but also overjoyed.
So happy that he would even want that with me.
Sometimes I have doubts I’m nothing more than a convenient fuck for him, someone he has easy access to.
No matter how many times he tells me that’s not true, it’s hard to let go of a lifetime of not being wanted.
“You don’t have to answer tonight. Just know that’s where I’m heading,” he whispers.
He shoves his boxers down, and his hard cock slides between my cheeks.
He tugs at my hips and says, “Arch your back, baby.”
I gasp when his tip presses into me. I’ve never felt so full.
He usually prefers me on my back, saying he likes to see my tits and face when he fucks me.
My eyes roll back as he thrusts forward, over and over until his pelvis is flush with my ass, and he’s buried completely inside me.
He leans over me, his hand slamming onto the door next to mine .
“Fuck, you think I could want anyone else when I have this waiting for me at home?” His ragged breaths tickle my neck as he pants in my ear. “I’m addicted to your pussy.”
I shiver, pushing back into him. “I’m sorry. I trust you. I just?—”
“Just what?” He pulls out to shove back into me. His hand moves to my stomach, feeling that small bulge he creates when he’s as deep as he is.
My nails scrape down the door, and I can’t hold back the moan.
“I just…keep thinking this isn’t real. It’s going to be ripped away from me.”
His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so he can slam his mouth against mine.
I melt into his kiss, struggling to breathe as he keeps pounding into me.
When he lets go, I slump forward, and he catches me, holding me against his chest as one hand slithers down to strum my clit.
My pussy clamps down on him, already nearing the crest of my release.
“Tell Daddy where you want his cum. ”
My body jerks at the word, my walls fluttering around Dodge’s cock.
He grunts. “Say it. Where do you want your daddy to come?”
My lips are trembling as I force the words out. “Inside m-me.”
“Inside your pussy? You want Daddy to come inside your little pussy?”
I nod frantically. Dodge rolls my swollen nub between his fingers, and the fire inside me ignites even more.
“Yeah, you want Daddy’s cum? You want his baby, don’t you?”
That does it. I shake and shove my hand over my mouth to muffle my cry as I fall over the edge of bliss.
Dodge groans in my ear. “Good girl, coming on Daddy’s cock. There we go. You must want it so bad.”
I struggle to nod again, and he kisses my neck before pressing me against the door and pounding into me.
It nearly hurts with how hard he’s fucking me, but I can’t get enough.
Not as he grunts with each stroke, and his hands slide to grip my breasts.
Then he buries himself entirely inside, tensing as his fingers tighten over my tits.
The warmth of his release makes me shudder.
His cum flooding into my pussy is something I’ll never get over.
I’ve never fucked anyone bare before Dodge, and I fear I’m addicted to the feeling of his cock throbbing as I’m filled with his seed.
There’s something primitive about it, especially when we both know there’s nothing protecting us from getting pregnant.
Dodge rolls his head against my shoulder and then pulls out of me.
I’m back in his arms and being tossed onto the bed before I can register what happened, and he’s above me, settling between my legs.
His tongue is in my mouth, his fingers pressing his cum back into me.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling more of his weight on top of me.
I should feel suffocated, but I don’t. I don’t think I could ever have enough of him.
His eyes are wide when he comes in through the door, taking in the large dinner spread out on the table. I told him there were leftovers when he texted he’d be late coming home after stopping by the clubhouse first, and I’d already put Winnie to bed.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
I smile. “It’s Father’s Day.” I hold up a few crafts I did with Winnie, showing off her tiny hands.
Dodge still looks at me, confused. “We did breakfast with Win, and that’s why I went in a little later.”
“Yeah, but it's like the day of steak and blowjobs. Isn’t it? I mean, if you want it,” I ask, biting my lip. I’m a little nervous now. I hadn’t thought about the possibility of him just wanting to come home and be alone for a moment.
Dodge smirks at me. “Steak and a blowjob? Woman, the day I turn that down, kill me.”
I laugh, shaking my head at him while he stalks toward me. He cups my face, pressing a soft kiss on my lips.
“But really, I just like spending my time with you.”
Warmth spreads in my chest, an overwhelming sense of love flowing through my blood. My hand rubs at his chest, and my fingers curl around the lapels of his cut.
“You know, for a guy who told me he doesn’t do romance, and looks like a badass biker, you’re actually a really big teddy bear.”
Dodge shushes me. “Don’t ruin my street cred now. ”
I trail my hand down his stomach, fiddling with his jeans. He groans when I reach inside, rubbing his bulge over his boxer briefs.
“Food first, or this first?”
He lets out a short growl. “How about I come in your pussy first?” He moves to pick me up, and I just know he’s going to put me on the counter. I skirt around his hands, and he squints at me.
“Autumn.”
I smile at him, shaking my head. “No, I want to do something else.”
His eyebrows spike, and my cheeks flush when I realize he probably thinks I’m going to allow him somewhere else. The man is insatiable, but he doesn’t push my limits, and that’s one I haven’t begun to be comfortable thinking about.
“Oh my god. I wanted to take a pregnancy test together, and I don’t need your…” I wave my hand toward his jeans.
“Cum?”
“Stop,” I say with a crinkled nose. “Anyway, all that potentially messing it up. ”
He smiles. “Right now? We can take it right now?”
I nod. “Better time is in the morning, but my period should have started two days ago, so we should be good.”
Excitement brightens his face. “You’re saying you’re two days late and just now testing?”
“I was nervous,” I tell him, blowing out a shaky breath. He hugs me tightly, then lifts me in his arms, carrying me down the hall to our room. Our room now because I rarely sleep in the other.
“Wait,” I whisper. “I left the tests in the other bathroom.” I didn’t really think that through. It’s right across from the nursery, but the only time I’ve taken one, Winnie had already been awake. That was more than a month ago and I haven’t touched them since.
He sets me down on the bed, his hands cupping my face as he plants a sloppy kiss on my lips before saying, “I’ll be right back.”
My palm covers my mouth as I watch him scurry down the hallway and then back into the room, boxes in hand. He nods at the bathroom, and I hop off the bed.
“You gonna stay and watch me pee on the whole thing?” I tease as I grab a test and unwrap it .