Chapter 12
Savage
Ihold my whole fucking life in my hands as I cup Nat’s beautiful face.
Her kisses, starting off sweet, turn hungry as she claws at my back, trying to get closer, to almost crawl inside me and I would willingly welcome her.
That’s how strongly I feel for this woman.
The day she was taken was the worst of my life.
I almost went mad with the anger and pain I felt and then, in my darkest moment, Marx and the Devil’s Rose MC reached out and thanks to a fearless Chewy we found my woman.
My reason to live. Although now I have two reasons to live.
Nat and the perfect replica of her that we made.
There is absolutely nothing about Rosie that resembles me, and for that I am thankful.
I have two beautiful souls in my life and if I were to die today, I would die a happy man.
“I need you,” Nat whimpers as she tears her mouth from mine.
“Aways, baby,” I whisper, tearing myself from my thoughts and pressing open mouth kisses to the column of her throat, my large, rough hands cupping her full breasts through her nightgown.
Nat growls, swatting my hands away and then tearing the thin fabric up over her head, leaving her naked and writhing in my lap.
My eyes rove her body, her tanned skin, the silvery lines on her breasts and her stomach a testament to growing our daughter.
When they first appeared she was embarrassed, saddened by a body she didn't recognize.
She thought she was unattractive when really, she has never been more beautiful to me.
It took a lot of reassurance and some ass spanking before she believed me, but now, now she sits in my lap, pussy hot on my hard cock, looking like a fucking queen.
I run a hand down the center of her chest, pushing her gently to lie back, her legs pinned beneath her.
On this angle I can run my hand down further, down, down until I get to the pretty pink pussy, spread and glistening for me.
Sucking on my thumb I pull it from my mouth with a soft pop, then run it up her pussy lips, gently up and over her taut bud, peeking from under its hood.
Nat squirms a little and I do this again and again, every now and then dipping my thumb into her wet hole, spreading her cream until I can't take it anymore.
Leaning forward I gently hook her under her arms and move her toward the foot of the bed, unhooking her legs and letting them splay as I lie between them, nose to pussy as I gently run my tongue over her clit before gently sucking it into my mouth.
Nat lets out a breathy moan, her hips flexing beneath me, begging for more which I gladly give.
I devour my woman until she’s a shaking mess beneath me, my fingers buried deep inside her, only moving when she shoves my head away from her sensitive core.
“I need you, Xander, please.”
My balls draw up tight at her use of my name. She very rarely calls me anything other than Savage, unless she’s emotional or needs me. Me. The man with no prospects and blood on his hands. She saw past all that and made me a better man than I ever thought possible.
I lie over her, resting my weight on my forearms as I hook my hips a little, pausing when the crown of my cock meets her soft, soaking pussy.
Nat’s small hands grip my ass and pull me impossibly closer, the silky grasp of her choking my cock as she throws her head back on a long moan.
I suck on her pulsepoint and I slowly work my cock in and out of her.
I don’t want to fuck her into the bed. Not now, not in this moment.
In this moment my body will say all the things my dumbass mouth can never say.
How much I love her, how much I need her, how much better she has made me.
Thanking her for the gifts she’s given me, the life we now share.
The depth of all that emotion can only be told in the most primal of ways, with our bodies and as I pour the last of my heart and soul into her, staring deep into her warm eyes we both tip over the edge, together as one. Forever.
Pops
“Are you sure you don’t wanna ride at my back, sweetheart?”
Debs eyes go wide as she shakes her head, her short curls bouncing. “Nope. No thanks, babe. I’d rather be here with my arse on the ground with the babies and littles. But thank you anyway,” she presses a gentle kiss to the underside of my jaw.
“One day I’ll have you riding behind me,” I vow, pressing a kiss to her upturned lips.
“Why ride behind you when I can ride your front anytime I like?” she teases, before pushing me out the door.
“Go on, the quicker you get outta here, the quicker you’ll be home.
” She flicks my ass with the rolled up tea towel in her hands and I blow her a reluctant kiss before stepping out onto the deck.
“Come on old man, let's get moving,” Mad Dog says, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
“You just wait. One day you’re gonna be knocked over by the woman meant for you and you’ll be dragging ass too.”
“I already had my woman, I don’t think I get a second go around,” Mad Dog says, in step with me as we head for our rides.
“Bullshit. I had mine too and I still found a great woman happy to put up with my shit,” I grumble.
“I always wonder how you pulled that off,” Tav, the smartass says from behind me.
“With my sexual prowess, that’s how.” I take great glee when he pretends to gag a little, and then even more glee when Blanche backhands him in the gut and shushes him. Saying something about me and Debs being super sweet together.
“Sickly sweet,” Tav whines. “Emphasis on ‘sickly’.”
“Yeah, yeah, just get your ass on the bike.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Why is your woman looking so happy?”
Blanche just grins and winks at me, broad grin on her face.
“She received the first of her many Valentine’s gifts,” Tav says, dropping a kiss to his Ol Lady’s lips before throwing his leg over his bike.
“He got us a family photo shoot. I’ll be able to have proper, posed, beautiful photos with my babies and my man,” Blanche says, snuggling in.
“Oh! Gus got us one of those too!” Ana says perkily from her spot behind Gus.
“How interesting, I got one of those too,” Vi says, staring at the back of Jules’ head as she sits with her hands wrapped around his waist.
“Did you get a group discount or something?” Blanche asks, suddenly suspicious.
Tav lets out a sigh. “No, but I did suggest it when I found out we’d all gotten the same thing.”
Blanche slaps her hand on his back. “Dammit Tav! If you had better persuasion skills we could have used the money you saved on cute little outfits.”
“No cute outfits!” Gus barks, making us all jump. “No. Cute. Outfits. Ever. The clothes we own are perfectly fine.”
Ana gives him a weird look and I snort a little. “Still not over that photo-” I’m cut off when Gus glares at me, revving his engine to block out my words. I cackle and decide to give the kid a break. For now.
“Chewy!” Vi waves. “Did you get a family photoshoot as well?”
Chewy stares over Vi’s shoulder for a moment. “No. Why?”
“Oh, we all got family photos for Valentine's day.” Ana waves at her and her sisters in law, all on the back of their ol man’s bikes.
“No. We aren't doing gifts,” Chewy says, climbing onto the back of Rhodie’s bike.
He stiffens a little. Both because I know he did, in fact, get her a family photo shoot and also because he hates that Chewy is on the back of his bike and pregnant.
Unfortunately for him, he claimed my granddaughter, which means not doing what she says is actually much more painful than just doing what she wants.
My grandsons all turn to stare at Rhodie who gives them a sharp, short head shake. I guess he’ll give her her gift at a later date. When we’re not around to give him shit about it.
“DRMC, you know your first stop, let's roll out!” Marx circles his fist in the air and we all roll slowly out of the compound, onto the open road.
I follow my brothers, the wind in my hair and my heart full of love.