Chapter Nineteen
Harlow gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on Christmas Eve, with the whole Hell’s Bastards MC present, waiting to hear the news.
Big Dick was there with Larissa, and he got to go and see his sister in the hospital room. Harlow looked like shit. Her hair was damp with sweat, and her face was red, but she had this beautiful smile as she held her daughter.
“Meet little Rosa,” Harlow said.
“Just so you know, the parents are on the way,” Big Dick said. “Do you want me to stall them?”
“No, no, it’s all good. Do you want to hold your niece?” Harlow asked.
“My niece? Fuck me, that is real.”
Larissa chuckled. He was going to have two babies.
“Yeah, I want to hold her,” he said.
Harlow placed little Rosa in his arms, and Big Dick looked down on his niece, and he knew he would always protect her.
“Wow, you guys did good,” Big Dick said.
“Ah, thanks, man,” Hunter said.
Big Dick glared at Hunter, but he wasn’t going to cause any trouble. This was a great moment. He looked toward Larissa as he held his niece. “Do you want to see?”
She came toward him, and she looked down and gasped. “Look at her beautiful face.”
“Yeah, dude, you’re going to need to load up on shotguns and shit. This girl is going to be a looker. She has the Erickson gene, and Harlow for a mom, trust me, she is going to be a mouthy one.”
“Shut up,” Harlow said.
“And you’re going to be special, spoiled, and have everything your heart desires. The club is going to adore you,” Big Dick said.
“Do you want to hold her?” Harlow asked, looking toward Larissa.
“Can I?”
“Of course. I don’t think there will be a lot of time to hold her. There are a lot of guys who claim to not want kids, but then seem to want to always hold them.”
Big Dick placed little baby Rosa in Larissa’s arms, and he watched how careful she was with the little girl. She looked so natural. So beautiful. He just knew she was going to be an amazing mother.
They had already hogged up all of Harlow and Hunter’s time. Reluctantly, Big Dick gave his niece back, with threats that he might just have to steal her away.
Making their way out, he said goodbye to the guys, and hello to his parents, but made his and Larissa’s excuses so he could take her home. He brought them to the hospital in the car. At the moment, it just wasn’t possible for Larissa to ride on the back of his bike.
The ride back home didn’t take long, but throughout it all, Larissa was talking about Rosa—her little feet, her little hands, and her cute little face. He couldn’t have agreed more.
Entering their home, he locked the door, and it was already Christmas morning.
“Merry Christmas, Larissa,” he said, and seeing as they were standing under the mistletoe, he tried his luck with a sneaky kiss. It was just a quick one, on the lips, and Larissa looked up at him in shock.
“Are you surprised it’s Christmas?” he asked.
“No.”
She looked at him and he stared at her.
“You looked amazing with that baby,” he said.
“So did you. Merry Christmas ... Big Dick.”
He looked at her, and then he stood perfectly still as she closed the distance between them. She put her hands on his chest and slid them up.
There was no way he was moving, not for a million fucking years. She could put her hands on him all the fucking time. He would not stop it. It was the most pleasure he had experienced in months. Not since he was able to touch her all to himself.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding them up, and he didn’t dare move.
He didn’t even touch her. And then, she went on her tiptoes and kissed him.
Only this wasn’t a peck on the lips. She kissed him, and for a second, he truly didn’t know what to do, then it was like his sanity returned, and he knew exactly what to do.
Banding an arm around her thickening waist, he pulled her in close and kissed her hard. He didn’t want to let this moment go. If it was just a brief lull in her own sanity, he was going to take it. He felt like a drowning man, and the only way for him to get air was by kissing her.
Her lips were perfect.
Her body felt incredible.
He didn’t want to stop touching her.
Big Dick was addicted.
The kiss deepened, and he couldn’t keep himself from running his hands down toward her ass, gripping her flesh, and pulling her in close against him. The moan escaped her lips ... it was everything he wanted, and he swallowed it down, taking everything she was giving.
Big Dick didn’t know who ended the kiss first, himself or Larissa. All he knew was that once they had finished kissing, they were still close, and he stared into her eyes. He didn’t want to break the spell that had been woven over them. This felt way too magical.
“Tell me to stop, Larissa,” he said.
“I don’t want to.”
He stroked some of her hair back from her face.
“Tell me what to do,” he said.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I just know I want you to kiss me and keep kissing me, and I want to forget about absolutely everything.”
“I want you to forget it too. I wish I hadn’t done it. The bet was so fucking wrong, and losing you was the worst thing I have ever gone through.”
He looked at her and waited. Slowly, step by step, she started to walk away, and he watched as she made her way upstairs. Of course, he had fucked it up. He had to bring up that bet.
Big Dick didn’t stop her. It didn’t seem to matter how much he apologized, the bet would always come between them. Rubbing at his eyes, because he felt that burn in his throat, there was no fucking way he was going to cry. He was a grown man.
He swallowed down that pain, because he knew he deserved it.
He locked up the house, checking every door and window, making as many excuses as possible to stay downstairs, so the reality of going to his own bed didn’t hit him quite yet.
Once it was all locked tight, he made his way upstairs to the bedroom he had been using, along with the second bathroom.
He didn’t linger too long in the bathroom, and quickly washed off the day. He finally had himself under control, and was no longer going to cry, so he made his way back into the room he had made his own. It wasn’t the same as sharing a bed with Larissa. He missed sleeping next to her.
And just as he pulled back the covers, there was a slight knock on his door.
It was the smallest of sounds, but he heard it.
Letting go of the covers, he stepped away from the bed and made his way to the door.
He opened it, and Larissa was on the other side, dressed in a red negligee. It was sexy as fuck.
“I figured you’d come and join me in our bedroom,” Larissa said.
“Our bedroom?”
“Yeah, isn’t this going to be one of our babies’ room?
” She put a hand to her stomach and he didn’t wait for her to say another word, as he picked her up in his arms. Yes, it was a little harder now with her carrying their twins, but he didn’t let it show.
He carried her all the way to their room, and lowered her down on the bed.
“You didn’t have to carry me,” she said.
“I would give anything to have you in my arms, Larissa. Anything at all.” He took possession of her lips, and then slowly broke the hold to make his way down her body, kissing to her neck. He didn’t linger too long, because he felt like a drowning man, and he needed his lips on every inch of her.
Big Dick slid his fingers beneath the straps of her negligee, and he couldn’t help but watch as he slowly revealed her beautifully large tits to his gaze.
He groaned as they were larger now. He let go of the straps of the negligee, to cup her tits within his palm, and Larissa arched up against him, letting out a moan as he stroked a thumb across her large nipples.
“Are they sensitive?” he asked.
“A little bit.”
“I want to see all of you,” he said.
Larissa stood, and the negligee had stopped at her waist, and he saw her thickening waistline. Before she got a chance to push the negligee out of the way, he did the honors, loving the feel of her in his hands as he pushed it down, letting it fall to the floor.
She gasped as he put his hands back on her body. She looked so fucking sexy, and he loved to see her pregnant. This was going to be the first time he got to truly touch her. He’d been putting his hand on the base of her back, but nothing compared to this.
She carried his children.
He went to his knees, pressed his face against her swollen stomach, and he felt his arousal harden even more for her. She was ... everything. It felt so fucking powerful.
He groaned.
She whimpered.
“Please,” she said.
Big Dick moved her to the bed, getting her comfortable, as he leaned her over, so that her back was on the soft surface, and then he spread her legs.
Staring down at her pretty cunt, which belonged to him, and he was never going to fuck this up again.
This pussy belonged to him. All of Larissa was his.
He ran his hands up the inside of her legs, moving up toward the apex of her thighs.
He couldn’t resist pressing his lips toward her inner thigh.
Big Dick kissed his way up, and when he got to her sweet pussy, he pressed his face against her, breathing her in.
There was a difference in her scent, but he didn’t care, she smelled amazing.
He touched the lips of her sex, slowly eased them apart, and started to work at her clit, sliding his tongue across the tip, gliding back and forth, then he moved down, circling her entrance. She cried out, the sound echoing around the room, and when she screamed his name, he groaned.
“Call me George,” he said.
He fucking hated his name, but coming from Larissa’s lips, he liked it. No, like was too subtle of a word, he fucking loved it. He didn’t want her to stop.
After circling her clit, he drew his tongue up and went back to teasing her clit, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm, however, he knew exactly how he wanted her to come, so he pressed a kiss to her clit.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”