CHAPTER NINE
– MEAVE –
I snuggle closer against Reef’s chest. “No regrets for staying home instead of celebrating with your brothers?”
It’s a question roaming inside my head ever since we left the clubhouse about an hour ago. Deep down I know he likes being here with me, but doubt has been creeping in when I overheard more than a few of his biker brothers ask their VP to stick around.
His arm tightens around me and I feel his lips press a kiss on the top of my head before he rumbles, “I’m right where I want to be.”
Pulling slightly back to stare in his eyes, I ask, “No hardship giving up on Miss Fireworks’s striptease, then? I mean, you are breaking your five year streak and all.”
A rumble of laughter vibrates through his chest. “ You heard about that, eh?”
“Kinda hard not to when everyone is begging you to stay because the woman has the hots for the VP who always leaves a great tip…one that’s pierced.”
More. Laughter.
Annoyance strikes and I get to my feet. I need a snack. Biting off a chunk of pickle sounds better than destroying a man’s tip. Ugh. Why am I even jealous of a stripper who has had him in the past, four times in a row I might add, while Reef is here with me?
“Hey now,” Reef rumbles and gently grabs my wrist to pull me into a hug. “Are you really going to bust my balls about my past? Something I don’t desire unless it’s you doing the stripping.”
Probably not a good time to mention my thoughts don’t involve busting his balls, but removing the pierced tip instead.
Wait. Did he really just say, “You want me to strip for you?”
Pure heat fills his eyes as he stares down on me and croaks, “Wouldn’t be against it.”
Why would he want to see my pregnant ass strip while there’s a supermodel with legs going on forever and breasts like melons–the discount buy one, get one free kind–back at the clubhouse? Unless he wants to preserve his streak in some kind of twisted way where he has a New Year tradition that needs to be saved.
“Go screw yourself,” I snap. “No one wants to see me shake my pregnant ass. ”
There is no breaking free from this man’s grip when he pulls me tight against his body and grabs one of my ass cheeks with his large hand and gives it a firm squeeze, making me squeak.
“Did your insecurities really just insult this sweet ass of mine?” He grinds his hardening cock against my belly. “Do I need to fuck you from behind hard enough to make this perfect ass shake for me?”
Static is all I hear with the delicious friction his cock is creating and all I can manage is a loud moan.
“Now you’re not thinking about anything else except for my cock inside your tight pussy. It’s all I can think about too and the very reason I couldn’t give two shits about anything or anyone else except being here with the one woman who makes my cock harder than ever,” he crudely tells me with a load of lust in his voice.
“Yes,” I wholeheartedly agree his cock and filling me up has been all I can think about as well.
It might have turned into a new craving, right next to pickles. Though, I’m fairly sure wanting Reef isn’t pregnancy related. It’s all him. His body, his words, his actions, everything is consuming me.
His strong, large hands are framing my face to give me a hard kiss. I can barely keep up with his tongue, as if the man has been deprived and is starving to have me underneath him.
A gasp rips from me when he suddenly rips our mouths apart, spins me around and grunts, “Throw your ass back and hold on to the armrest. ”
Don’t have to tell me freaking twice. In one smooth move I have my yoga pants around my ankles, along with my drenched panties. I’m gripping the armrest, self-consciousness driven away by lust, as I perch my ass into the air.
Thankfully, we’ve pulled the curtains closed and have locked all the doors. Okay, that wouldn’t stop my mother from entering her own home, but she’s next door with Zale and Leon.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Reef croons and then I feel his palm hitting my ass. “Shaking just for me and no one else. This.” The heat of his palm spanking my ass cheek is spreading all over when he gives the other the same treatment. “This is all mine, isn’t it?”
I moan and am close to begging him to fill me up. Dammit. The two orgasms this man has given me were the best of my life and I’m craving similar ones right freaking now.
“Tell me,” he grits and spanks me again.
Doesn’t he realize I’m liking the sweet licks of pain flaring to pleasure that makes not only my skin heat, but sets my whole body on freaking fire for him. My lips stay sealed when I hear his belt buckle clink, a zipper, and then the heat of the thick, pierced, bulbous head slides through my slick folds.
Reef hisses through his teeth. “You’re fire, Maeve. Enthralling flames dancing beautifully while being fueled by the blazing heat. A warm hole means nothing when you’ve experienced the kind of heat that sets your body on fire. That’s what you do to me, Maeve. Do you think I’ll go back to some momentary distraction? A blip on the radar, a fly hitting my visor, a–”
“Okay, this dirty talk is turning creepily disgusting fast. I get it, okay? You. Me. Different, exceptionally phenomenal, and here to stay. Fuck me, Reef, because I need to feel you inside me so I can explode and feel all happily sated and shit.”
He pushes himself a few inches inside me and slowly starts to fill me up. “We’re not skipping anything to explode and get to the happily sated part. Not when being inside you feels this good.”
Waiting to be filled on his terms is pure torture. Normally, I’m not as assertive when it comes to sex, but I clearly have my limits. I want to feel him deep inside me and it’s exactly what I get when I push back and impale myself on his cock.
“Motherfucker,” he grits and digs his fingers into my hips to keep me in place.
“Yes,” I exclaim and try to move but he’s still pinning me in place, making me growl in frustration.
A raspy chuckle is followed by, “You’re not the one in control, babe. You might think you are, but you’re not. Take what I give when it involves my cock, ’cause we’re both after the same bliss we create together.”
Less talking, more hip-movement, I chant inside my head. I can’t give him those words otherwise he’d slow things down again. Besides, the slow thrusts he’s teasing me with are building up pleasure inside my veins and will ultimately get us right where we crave to be.
“So good,” I breathe and let myself drop to my forearms.
No need to hold on to the armrests when he’s going slow. I close my eyes and simply allow myself to feel. The sweet growing tingle in my veins, friction of Reef’s cock sliding in and out of me, his fingers pressing into my skin. Everything is cocooning me with a blissful leverage of my pending orgasm.
He doesn’t even have to touch my clit to create this feeling, he simply gives me what I need to get there. His hand shifts, letting his thumb glide to where we’re connected. For a moment I wonder what he’s doing until I feel pressure against my ass, something I’ve only read about.
“Thought your pussy was tight, and now this? Fuck. What a feeling. The way my thumb is pumping in and out of your ass, feeling my cock take your pussy from the inside? Nothing better except maybe my cock pumping your ass while I finger-fuck your pussy. Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you? The way your pussy just spasmed around my cock? Yes, I’m gonna fuck your ass soon enough, darlin’. Fill you up with cum on both ends and then I’ll shove my cock down your throat to make you choke on my cum. You’ll never forget who you belong to, whose cock you need to please to find release, will you, sweetheart?”
There is no other reply except for the scream of pleasure ripping from me due to the orgasm he just gave me. His words, his thumb, his cock; he consumed me. How gray and dull my life was before Reef and how exceptionally colorful it is now. Not just the sex; it’s the connection and chemistry throwing it completely off-balance.
Maybe off-balance isn’t completely correct. It’s more like the definition of pure balance. Giving and taking instead of only taking, the way my ex clearly did. Strange how you only notice how great things can be when you’re no longer stuck in the slump of the past.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Reef roars, holds me in place by my hips and roots himself deep inside me while I feel him thicken and pulse inside me.
Why did I pick an asshole as the biological father of my unborn child and not Reef? Maybe it’s the completely sated state I’m in that throws me into an emotional tailspin, and it’s the reason for a sob to escape my throat. Hot tears flow over my cheeks and my knees buckle.
“Hey now,” Reef mutters, and easily scoops me into his arms.
He carries me, bridal style, in the direction of the shower while I bury my face into his chest. Placing me carefully on my feet once we’re in the bathroom, he turns on the shower to let the water heat before peeling away the rest of my clothes.
Stripping away his own, he takes my hand and leads me into the shower. Still, no words are exchanged but the worry in his gaze isn’t hard to miss. His hands gently roam my body. I feel cherished and adored by this man in a way I’ve never experienced.
My voice is a mere whisper when the tormented thought rips from my brain, “I wish you were Pickle’s father.”
His hands still for a heartbeat and then they switch to my waist to spin me around to face him.
Gently cupping my face he murmurs, “Darlin’, being a father is a label that takes shape through actions all through a kid’s life. Family by blood is not an automatic tie or even by choice sometimes. The brotherhood of our club is formed by loyalty, respect, of kinship we create by values we set in stone. The members aren’t brothers by blood, but every single one is my brother and has my back. The child growing inside of you will be loved by people who are considered family, that’s what matters most, not a damn DNA test or whatever technicality.”
“See?” I choke. “Where have you been all my life?”
His fingers glide into my wet hair and he simply grins down on me. “Right here, babe, waiting for you and that delicious pregnant ass of yours.”
I punch him in the gut and the bastard chuckles but doesn’t let go of me.
“So, that’s still a no for stripping?” he asks with a smug voice.
This man. He was easy to befriend through messages and when we finally met face-to-face it was easier to simply fall for him completely.
“I’ll strip,” I tell him with a huge dose of confidence.
I turn to face the hot stream and smile to myself, feeling great about myself when his cock starts to harden against my ass. His hand slides to my belly and we both freeze when Pickle moves. It’s one thing for me to feel it, but isn’t it a little too early for Reef to feel it from the outside?
“Did you feel that?” Reef asks in awe.
Clearly he felt the little flutter. I don’t get a chance to answer when I’m spun around and pulled slightly out of the stream of water. Reef is kneeling in front of me and has both hands on my belly, watching with so much emotion on his face while the baby inside me moves as if she’s trying to impress the man I’m falling in love with.