Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Hannibal
I watch her as she walks out of the shower, wearing one of my T-shirts stretched tight over her bump.
She keeps her eyes averted from mine as she towel-dries her hair.
She moves with caution, like she has some kind of inbuilt survival skill.
She’s adapted to know when to be quiet, to not draw attention to herself, by thinking small and being silent.
She has no idea that to a predator like myself, that shit only makes her look more like prey.
Eventually, she sits on the end of the bed and runs her fingers through her hair before twisting it up and pinning it into place with some kind of clip.
“You hungry?”
She jumps at the sound of my voice but turns to look at me.
“I could eat.”
“Good, because I’m starving. What are you in the mood for?”
“I’m not picky. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
I reach for her and haul her back to me before pinning her on the bed.
“What do you want to eat?”
She looks at me with wide eyes, biting that fucking lip of hers that has my cock thickening once more.
If she carries on, I’m going to spend the next week permanently inside her.
“Something fresh. A salad, maybe?” she asks hesitantly.
“Anything you don’t like on your salad?” She shakes her head.
“Good, I’ll figure something out. You get comfortable and find us something to watch.”
“Okay.”
I kiss her hard because her mouth is right fucking there.
She hisses as I nip her lip before licking the sting away.
With a groan, I tear myself free and climb off the bed, knowing if I don’t put some distance between us now, I never will.
Grabbing my cell, I stalk outside, slamming the door behind me.
I head to the reception desk, where the geeky teenager from this morning has been replaced by a woman who looks like a soccer mom with two kids and an accountant husband at home.
“Hello, can I help you with anything?” I don’t miss the heated stare she gives me or the way she bites her lip.
Funny how when Lola does it, it can bring me to my knees, but now, it does fuck-all for me.
“You got places around here where I can order food?”
“Of course. What exactly do you fancy?” She leans forward and crosses her arms, pushing her tits up.
“A salad.”
She looks surprised by that but doesn’t comment on it.
“The only place I can think of locally is Subway.”
“That will work. Where is it?”
“About a mile down the road, if you take a left out of here and a right when you reach the crossing. I can show you if you’d like. I can get someone else to watch the desk.”
“You that desperate you need to throw yourself on a silver platter for any old biker that comes through?”
She jolts back, her cheeks stained crimson.
I drop my mask and let a little of the demon inside me poke through.
Her face turns pale at the coldness in my eyes and the menace that radiates from me.
“You disrespect my old lady, offering yourself to me like you’re something off the room service menu.” I turn and leave before I do something she’ll regret.
Fuck knows I won’t. I have no problem putting bitches in their place.
Walking over to the truck, I climb in and drive to Subway, ordering a couple of fully-loaded salads, subs, a bag of cookies, and a selection of drinks.
I shove it onto the passenger seat before heading back.
It isn’t until I climb out that I realize I forgot to take off my cut.
“Motherfucker.” No cuts in cages is one of the first rules you’re taught as a prospect.
I’m so used to riding my bike I forgot all about it.
Shaking my head, I grab the food and lock up before heading back to our room.
I bang the door with my fist and wait as Lola peeks her head out the window.
Seeing that it’s me, she opens the door and lets me through before closing and locking it behind me.
“I got a selection of shit from Subway. It’s nothing fancy, but their salads aren’t too bad.”
I lay everything out on the table, thankful the server remembered to shove some wooden utensils into the bag.
“This looks great. Thank you.”
“Gotta eat, right?” I shrug, handing her one of the salad bowls and a fork.
She sits on the end of the bed and digs in.
I take one of the chairs and start with a turkey sub.
She groans in satisfaction, making me pause for a minute and take in the look of rapture on her face as her eyes slip closed and she takes another forkful.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
Her eyes snap open and take me in, tensing as she sees me gripping the arm of the chair.
“What’s wrong?”
“You always make those noises when you eat?” I snarl.
She puts the bowl down on the bed, her head bowed.
“Sorry,” she whispers.
“Fuck.” I stomp toward her and pick her up before sitting her on my lap, facing me.
With her legs straddling mine, there's no way she can’t feel how hard I am for her.
“That’s why I asked. I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on watching someone eat before.”
A shy smile plays on her lips as I take the fork from her hand and grab the bowl. I stab a bite with my fork and hold it out to her. She wraps her lips around it and tugs it free. Neither of us speaks after that, but our breathing picks up as I feed her every bite. By the time I’m done, she’s squirming all over my lap, and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
“If you don’t want me to fuck you, you need to move. Now,” I order.
She looks at me from under her lashes, her shyness messing with my control in a big fucking way. Surprising the shit out of both of us, she kneels so there's some space between her lap and mine and reaches for the fly of my jeans.
She pops the top button and lowers the zipper before she tries to free me.
Like the good Samaritan I am, I lift my hips and shove the denim down so there's nothing but her panties stopping me from sliding home.
Holding onto my shoulders, she grinds against me, working us both up before I can’t take any fucking more. I reach down, pull the cotton fabric aside, and line myself up before yanking her down on top of me, impaling her in one fell swoop. She lets out a small scream and holds onto me for dear life as I grip her hips and start rocking her against me.
“Ride me, doll.”
She likes this position. I know because her moves are confident and easy. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that she probably likes it because she’s in control. As much as I want to take over, I know she needs this. We both do. I lean back and fist the sheets and let her fuck me at a leisurely pace.
When her movements begin to falter and she starts chanting my name, I take it as my cue to take over. I flip her so she’s on her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind. It only takes three strokes of my cock before she’s coming around me, her pussy gripping me so tight I can barely move.
I hang on as long as I can. But when she starts pushing back into me, meeting me stroke for stroke, I’m done for. I come with a curse as she drains me dry.
I lean over her and press a kiss to her neck. “Who knew Subway was such an aphrodisiac?” I mutter, grinning when she cracks up laughing. We both groan when her jiggling forces me even deeper inside her.
“I like knowing the only thing keeping all my cum inside you is my cock.”
“You just like knowing your cum is inside me, full stop.”
“Can’t argue with that. I’m going to buy you a plug and fill you up to the brim before plugging you and making you carry my cum inside you all day.”
Her pussy spasms at that. “You like that idea, huh?” I tease as I gently ease myself out of her.
She moves to get up, but I press my hand to her back and force her to press her chest to the bed, keeping her ass high so she doesn’t squash the kid. I drag the chair across the room and sit at the foot of the bed between her legs so I can watch my cum drip from her pussy.
“Such a pretty sight.” I slip my finger inside her, feeding her greedy pussy more of my cum before I add a second finger, and then a third. It’s a tight fit. Though I’m tempted to try and force another finger inside her, I know it will hurt. It’s something we’ll have to work up to over time.
Gently, I stroke her slippery clit, circling it continuously until her legs start to shake. “You want to come again, Lola?”
“Please,” she begs.
“You’re being such a good girl,” I praise her as I stand up, rock-hard once more, and glide inside her.
This time I take my time, fucking her slow and deep until she’s sobbing with need and drenched with arousal.
“Good girls get rewarded, Lola, and you’ve been really fucking good,” I grunt as I pick up speed until I’m hammering inside her.
“Come now, doll,” I order.
With a scream, she grips the sheets and shatters, dragging me over the edge with her and milking my cock until I’m spent.
I take a second to catch my breath before pulling out of her and helping her move into a more comfortable position. “You okay?” I ask, wiping the tears from her face.
She nods, but she doesn’t speak.
“You sure?”
“I can’t feel my legs, but I’m not complaining,” she whispers.
I lie beside her for a moment, sliding my hand into her hair and holding her in place so I can kiss her like I just fucked her. By the time I pull back, she’s gasping for air.
“I’m going to run you a bath and let you soak while I get some clean sheets from housekeeping.”
“Okay, but you’ll have to help me stand. I’m feeling very much like a beached whale right now.”
“You’re pregnant and beautiful.” I press my lips to her bump before climbing off the bed and shoving my still-wet cock back into my pants. If I’ve gotta deal with soccer mom out there again, I want to do it wearing my woman’s juices.
After my third trip to housekeeping for sheets, I end up robbing one of the carts of a half dozen sets. It turns out that having an old lady as sexy as mine makes it impossible to keep my dick in my pants. Not that I’m wearing any anymore. I’ve given up getting dressed and have convinced Lola to stay naked, too. She’s self-conscious about her ever-changing body, but I won’t lie—her swollen belly does not make me want her any less. If anything, it makes me want her more. Fuck, it makes me want to fill her up as soon as this kid is born, just so I can make it swell again.
“You have that look on your face again that makes my vagina feel like it should be warming up, only she’s feeling pretty battered from the last marathon.”
I laugh, lying back, tucking my hands behind my head. “Tell me something about you. Something nobody else knows.”
“Like what?” She tucks her hands under her cheek in a prayer position as she watches me, that guarded look back in her eyes.
“I don’t know anything.”
She blows out a deep breath, not saying anything for a moment. I wait her out.
“I never wanted to be an old lady.”
I tense, looking at her. “You know why it has to be this way?—”
She presses her finger to my lips. “Not with you. This is different. I meant back then, with Havoc. He was all about the Raven Souls. He wanted to follow in his dad’s footsteps eventually, but after he’d lived a little first. We talked about things like college and traveling, and then his dad died. And all of a sudden, the MC was all he could think about. It was like he had something to prove.”
“You supported him, though,” I point out.
“Of course I did. I loved him. I thought that meant his happiness was more important than mine. But as time wore on and Havoc became larger than life, I faded into the background. My only role was as Havoc’s old lady. I was much younger than the other old ladies, so they had little to do with me. Hell, half the time I got lumped in with the bunnies.”
“What about Havoc? What did he do?”
“Nothing. He didn’t notice, and I didn’t want to lose him, so I kept my mouth shut. I ended up losing myself in the process.”
I think about what she’s saying. It would be so easy to tell her that people would've killed for her position in life, but I know that’s not fair.
She was a young woman ready to experience life, and instead, she got trapped on the sidelines.
“I never wanted to be a dad.”
She lifts her head at my subject change, her fingers trailing over my collarbone as she waits for me to continue.
“I’m still not sure I should be one. I’m not normal. Something in my brain just isn’t wired right. Truth is, if there had been anyone else to take Millie, I’d have let them. Anyone would be a better choice than me, but life can be a fickle bitch sometimes. This is why I need you. Why Millie needs you. I’ve seen how protective of your son you are.” I slide my hand over her bump and grin when he wriggles under my touch.
“I need someone to look after Millie the same way.”
“I can’t promise I won’t suck at it too. I don’t exactly have the best role model myself. But I’ll try, and at the end of the day, Hannibal, that’s all any of us can do.”