Chapter Twenty-One Annabel #2
His fingers came to fumble at the button on my jeans.
Once he had them undone, he jerked down the zipper.
And then one of his hands slipped inside, cupping me over my underwear.
“Rev,” I moaned when his fingers delved into my panties to stroke me.
My hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more friction.
Back and forth his fingers slid over my clit, rubbing it, teasing it, and driving me positively mad when he wasn’t even inside me.
I rubbed myself even harder against him, not caring that I’d positively soaked him with my need.
And then I came faster than I ever had before.
Eyes pinched shut. Legs giving way. Crying his name so loud that I was sure anyone in the next room could hear.
Rev pulled his hand out of my panties and jeans, and with eyes burning with lust, he proceeded to lick me off each one of his fingers. I grunted with frustration before reaching out to undo his jeans. “Quit teasing me and get inside me.”
He gave me a lazy grin. “If that’s what you want.”
I gripped his erection tight in my hand, causing him to suck in a breath. “Yeah, that’s what I want, and I’m pretty sure that’s what your dick wants too.”
His eyes widened. “Annabel Percy, what a mouth you have on you.”
Smiling, I replied, “Being around bikers has been a bad influence.”
He chuckled. “Then a part of me hopes that lockdown doesn’t end anytime soon.”
I shoved his jeans down over his buttocks while he worked at tugging mine down my thighs. It probably would have been easier just to undress ourselves, but there was something much hotter about taking care of each other.
Once our pants and shoes were in a rumpled pile on the floor, Rev’s firm hands lifted me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He didn’t ease in. Instead, one powerful thrust had him filling my core. I gripped his shoulders hard, grinding my hips against him.
As he pounded in and out of me, we crashed back against one of the shelves, strewing boxes along the floor.
Over and over, he surged into me. Each time he seemed to go deeper, reaching the perfect spot that caused me to moan and shudder.
I gripped his shoulders tight, anchoring myself to him.
He was always my lifeline—in and out of the bedroom.
Although I’d once had such a hard time coming with a man inside me, Rev knew exactly how to make me shatter around him. I cried out his name once again, burying my face into his neck. He began pumping harder and harder, and within a few moments, he was filling me with his warmth.
Once his hips stopped jerking, he stared at me intently. “I love you.”
I smiled. “I love you, too.”
He gave me a tender kiss. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”
Cocking my head at him, I teased, “Locked in a dusty pantry?”
“Smartass,” he muttered as he playfully smacked my bottom. “I meant, I wished I could stay inside you like this. The two of us joined as one.”
He had a way of melting my heart with his words. Sometimes it was still hard to believe such sensitive and tender things could come out of his mouth. I swept his hair out of his face and stared into his soulful blue eyes. “There’s nothing more I want than to be with you. Always.”
We had just started kissing again when a knock came at the door. “Annabel? Are you in there?” Alexandra asked.
“Um, yeah.”
“We really need the rice.”
“One sec!”
Quickly, Rev and I went about pulling up our pants and smoothing down our mussed hair. When Rev opened the door and I thrust the box of rice at Alexandra, her eyes widened, and she appeared flustered. “Sorry,” I mumbled.
She took the rice and backed slowly away from me. “No, I’m sorry to have interrupted.”
I quickly ushered Rev out of the pantry and closed the door. After taking in Rev’s and my guilty faces, Kim busted out laughing. “Were you two just fucking in the pantry?”
Rev and I were both so mortified we couldn’t reply.
Kim patted my back. “Oh honey, just about every one of us has fucked in there at least once before. Most of the time, we didn’t even have the excuse of being on lockdown.
” She jerked her chin at Alexandra. “I even got an eyeful of Deacon’s bare ass when he had her up against the racks. ”
“Kim!” Alexandra hissed, her face turning crimson.
“What?” With a wink at me, she added, “It’s a mighty fine ass, too. Maybe I should get a look at Rev’s to compare.”
It was then that the absolute absurdity of the moment overcame me, and I busted out laughing. I found that I couldn’t stop and ended up bent over with tears streaming down my cheeks. When I finally recovered, everyone else had joined in laughing with me.
After wiping my eyes, I wagged a finger at Kim. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no one but me gets to see Rev’s ass.”
Rev’s eyes flashed with pleasure at my comment while Kim only grinned. “I get it, sister. You’ve staked your claim. I’ll just have to settle for flashbacks of Deacon I guess until I get a peek at Bishop’s.”
While slowly stirring rice in a giant boiler, Alexandra said, “I’ll be the first to admit that Deacon has a very nice ass.” She threw a wicked glance at us over her shoulder. “Very firm when you grab or spank it, not to mention being very lickable.”
Rev groaned. “Do you mind? The last thing I want to hear is descriptions about my brother’s ass.”
While Kim and I laughed, Alexandra grimaced. The stirring spoon in her hand fell to the floor as she clutched her stomach. At her whimper, Kim, Rev, and I rushed forward.
“What’s wrong?” Kim demanded.
“I…I think my labor might be starting,” Alexandra replied in a hoarse whisper.
“But you’re not due for another three weeks,” Rev argued.
“Have you been having any back pain?” I asked.
Alex nodded. “A little. Not a whole lot more than usual.”
Kim’s eyes look concerned as she asked, “Any blood?”
“Maybe a little in my underwear this morning.”
“Oh shit, you had your bloody show,” Kim replied.
“My what?” Alexandra questioned.
“It means you’re in labor. Hell, you’ve been in labor. God only knows how far you’re dilated.” Kim grabbed hold of Rev’s shoulder. “Go call Breakneck. Tell him to get his ass here ASAP.” She then turned to me. “Go find Deacon.”
When Alexandra cried out in pain again, I knew we were in trouble. Her contractions were coming pretty quickly. Although my scientific knowledge of birth was limited to animals, I knew from a few early anatomy courses that labor could take days or mere hours.
“Come on. Let’s get you to bed,” Kim instructed.
Once she recovered from the pain, Alexandra shook her head. “I need to get to the hospital.”
“Besides the fact you’re progressing way too fast, we’re on lockdown, sweetheart. You’re having this baby here.”
Alexandra’s dark eyes widened. “I want Deacon. Now.”
With a nod, I turned and fled the kitchen to find him. I had no idea where on the compound he might be. After glancing around the main room, I didn’t see him. At the back door, Archer was standing guard with Crazy Ace. “You guys seen Deacon?”
“Down at the warehouse.”
When I started past them out the door, Crazy Ace grabbed my arm. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? No women are allowed outside, least of all you.”
“I have to get Deacon,” I protested.
“We’ll get him. You wait here,” Crazy Ace replied.
“You better run like hell for him. Alexandra is in labor.”
Archer’s mouth gaped open. “Holy shit.” He glanced at Crazy Ace. “I’m faster. I’ll go get him.”
Crazy Ace nodded, and then Archer tore out the backdoor. The entire main room went silent as a tomb when Kim led a hysterical Alexandra out of the kitchen and down the hall to the bedrooms. Just when the conversation started back up, Deacon blew through the door.
He and I then raced across the main room and down the hall to his and Alexandra’s roadhouse bedroom. When he threw open the door, we found Alexandra stretched out on the bed, weeping uncontrollably, while Kim stood by helplessly wringing her hands.
Deacon went to Alexandra’s side. “Babe, I’m here. It’s all right.” He took her hand in his and squeezed it.
Alexandra stared up at him. “I don’t want to do this here. We need to go to the hospital.”
Deacon’s expression grew grim. “We can’t. It’s not safe.”
“But it’s not safe to have this baby here. I need my doctor and nurses.”
“Breakneck will be here. He’s delivered lots of babies.”
“Please, Deacon. Don’t make me do this here.”
“Babe, I’m sorry, but we just can’t risk it. We’re already taking a huge risk getting Breakneck here,” Deacon argued.
Another contraction had Alexandra contorting her body on the bed in agony. When she recovered, tears streamed down her face but she managed to shout, “I hate you!"
"Alex, please."
She shook her head wildly back and forth. "You promised me that the club was going to go legit. You promised me that Willow and I and the baby would be safe. If anything happens to my son, I'll never forgive you!"
Tears welled in Deacon's eyes. "I'm sorry. Jesus, I’m so sorry."
"Get out! Get out of my sight, you lying bastard!" When Deacon reached for her hand to try to calm her, she slung him away. "I said get out!" she screamed before she broke down into hysterical sobs so hard they shook the bed.
With an expression of defeated agony, Deacon fled from the room, the door slamming behind him. Kim and I exchanged a look of horror and loss at what we were to do next. Although my experience was completely limited to animals, I knew it wasn’t good for Alexandra to be so emotional.
I went to her side and took her hand. “Alex, look at me.”
It took her a few moments to calm down enough to stare into my eyes. I held her gaze, stroking her forehead with my other hand. “It’s going to be all right. You’re going to be all right, and the baby is going to be all right.”
At my words and touch, her entire body seemed to relax. She sighed deeply and squeezed my hand. “Thank you, Annabel.”