Chapter One
Remy
I gasp as Rex's strong hands grip my hips, lifting me onto the worn wooden surface of my desk. Orders scatter to the floor, but I can't bring myself to care. My skin tingles where his fingers trail up my thighs, pushing my maxi skirt higher.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" I smirk, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.
"That's the idea, baby,” he chuckles, his brown eyes dark with desire.
His lips crash into mine, hungry and demanding. The heat of his body presses against my swollen belly. Rex's hand slides under my shirt, calloused fingers tracing the inked dragons that coil around my arm. The desk creaks beneath us as he pushes me back, scattering more papers.
"We shouldn't be doing this here," I mumble half-heartedly between kisses. "What if someone walks in?"
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Since when has that ever stopped you, darlin'?" I can't argue with that. The thrill of potentially being caught only adds to the excitement.
Rex’s lips trail down my neck leaving a burning path in their wake. I gasp as he nips at my collarbone, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders.
"God, I've missed you," he pants against my skin.
The raw need in his voice sets me alight. It's been weeks since we've had a moment alone, between club business, the kids, and preparing for the baby. We’ve barely seen each other outside of crashing into bed for a few hours of sleep.
"You're so beautiful," Rex whispers, his gaze roaming over my body. "Carrying our child...it drives me wild."
I feel a rush of warmth at his words, a mix of love and desire flooding through me.
I capture his lips again pouring all my pent-up longing into the kiss.
My fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt desperate to feel his skin against mine.
The remaining buttons of Rex's shirt give way under my eager fingers revealing the muscled expanse of his chest. My hands roam greedily over his warm skin.
I lean forward, pressing my lips to the inked names of our children over his heart.
Rex's breath hitches as I trail kisses down his torso. His hands tangle in my hair guiding me back up to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. In one swift motion, he pushes my skirt up around my waist and tears my panties away. The cool air hits my heated skin making me gasp.
"Need you now," he mutters.
I nod frantically, fumbling with his belt and zipper. Rex helps, shoving his jeans down just enough to free himself. He grips my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the desk. I wrap my legs around his waist urging him closer.
With one powerful thrust, he's inside me. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Rex stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine as we both adjust. Then he begins to move, setting a frantic pace that has the desk creaking beneath us.
I cling to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure wash over me. The angle is perfect, hitting just the right spot with each thrust. Rex's hands roam my body, caressing my swollen breasts and the curve of my belly.
"Rex," I moan. "Please..."
Rex holds me tight, his large hands splayed possessively across my swollen belly.
"That's my girl," he murmurs. "So beautiful like this, all round with my baby."
His touch is reverent as he caresses my stomach, tracing the stretched skin and new curves. I can feel his arousal pressing insistently against me.
"Look at you," Rex breathes. "Glowing and gorgeous. Can't keep my hands off you."
He nuzzles my neck, beard tickling sensitive skin as he plants open-mouthed kisses along my throat. I moan softly, oversensitive and trembling in the aftermath of my release.
Rex's hands roam my body worshipfully, cupping my tender breasts before sliding back down to my belly. He seems fascinated by the changes pregnancy has wrought, unable to stop touching me.
"Mine," he growls. "All mine. Carrying my child, marked as mine forever."
The possessiveness in his voice sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
I shift against him, silently begging for more.
He knows exactly what I need. One hand slides between us, his thumb finding my most sensitive spot.
I bury my face in his neck to muffle the sound.
My entire body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
I shudder against him, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I reach my peak.
"That's it, darlin'," Rex growls in my ear. "Let go for me."
His words push me over the edge. I come apart in his arms, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. Rex follows soon after, his hips stuttering against mine as he finds his release. We cling to each other, both panting and trembling in the aftermath.
For a long moment, we stay like that, tangled together on my desk. Rex's hand strokes my back soothingly, his lips pressing gentle kisses to my temple. I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent of leather and his minty aftershave.
"We should probably move before someone really does walk in," I cajole though I make no effort to disentangle myself from him.
Rex chuckles. "Probably," he agrees, but he doesn't move either.
I reluctantly pull away from Rex's embrace, my legs wobbling as I slide off the desk. The room spins for a moment, and I grip the edge to steady myself.
"You okay?" he asks, concern etching his rugged features.
I nod, offering him a reassuring smile. "Just a little dizzy. It'll pass."
We straighten ourselves in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other like lovestruck teenagers. I smooth down my skirt, wincing slightly at the tear in my panties. Rex notices and gives me a sheepish grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Sorry 'bout that," he says, not sounding sorry at all. "I'll buy you a new pair."
“We certainly made a mess of my office,” I remark, crouching down to pick up some of the orders now littering the floor around my desk.
I stand, and another wave of dizziness washes over me.
I grip the edge of the desk, trying to steady myself.
Suddenly, Rex’s arm is there, surrounding me, supporting my weight to keep me from falling.
I let him guide me to the couch. He kneels in front of me, his dark eyes searching my face.
"When's the last time you ate something?" he asks.
I have to think about it. "Uh...breakfast? Maybe?"
Rex sighs, shaking his head. "Rem, you've got to take better care of yourself. Both of you," he adds, gently touching my belly.
"I know, I know," I grumble. "I just get caught up in things and forget."
Rex stands, his imposing frame filling the doorway. "I'm gonna grab you something to eat. Don't move."
As he leaves, I lean back against the couch, closing my eyes. The baby gives a particularly strong kick as if agreeing with Rex. I smile despite myself, rubbing the spot.
"Alright, I hear you,” I concur. “We'll take it easy for a bit."
I hear the familiar rumble of motorcycles pulling up outside, followed by the jingle of the shop's bell. Voices drift in from the front. The rough, boisterous tone of one of my club sisters starts to fill the space.
"Yo, Remy! You in here?" Harlow's voice calls out.
"Office!" I shout back, struggling to push myself up from the couch. By the time she appears in the doorway, I'm on my feet, albeit a bit unsteady.
She takes one look at me and frowns. "Girl, you look like shit. What are you even doing here?"
I roll my eyes. "Nice to see you too. I'm fine, just a little tired."
Harlow snorts, unconvinced. "Uh-huh. And I'm the Queen of England. Sit your pregnant ass back down before you fall. You’re lucky Linny isn’t here. She’d be ripping you a new asshole for trying to do too much.”
She’s not wrong. Between Rex, Mama, and the Queens, I have not had a second of peace since announcing my pregnancy. Apparently, carrying a baby means I can’t do my job or run the club without constant supervision. A development that has driven me crazy for months.
“Let me guess. You didn’t eat again.”
Before I can argue, Rex returns with a sandwich and a bottle of water. He nods a greeting to Harlow before turning his attention to me.
"Eat," he commands, pressing the food into my hands.
I glare at both of them but comply, sinking back onto the couch. “What are you doing here anyhow?"
“Tinsley sent me over.”
“To check on me?”
“No, she asked me to swing by and grab some extra bags of candy for the parade float.”
“And?”
Harlow shrugs, a glint in her eye. "And maybe to check on you. You know how she worries."
I take a bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly as I consider my response. The Queens have been hovering more than usual lately, especially since I hit the six-month mark. It's touching, in a way, but also frustrating. I'm pregnant, not helpless.
"I appreciate the concern," I say carefully, "but I'm fine. Really."
Rex snorts, earning him a sharp look from me. He holds up his hands in surrender but doesn't back down. "You nearly passed out, Rem. That's not 'fine' in my book."
Harlow's eyes widen. "Shit, really? Maybe we should call Linny..."
"No!" I say more forcefully than I intended. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. " I just got a little dizzy. It happens sometimes."
Rex and Harlow exchange a look.
"Look, Remy," Harlow says uncharacteristically gentle. "We know you're tough as nails. Hell, you're the toughest bitch I know. But you're growing a whole-ass human in there. It's okay to take it easy sometimes."
I sigh, feeling the fight drain out of me. "I know. It's just...hard. I've got the shop, the club, the kids...I can't afford to slow down."
Rex kneels beside me again, taking my hand in his. "You can, and you will. We've got your back, Rem. All of us. The shop's running smoothly now, the Queens can handle club business without you for a while, and Beaux is old enough to understand if his Mama needs more rest."