Chapter 37
Devyn
Iwas stunned that my father had come over here and told us that he was accepting my choice so quickly.
I figured we’d still be having these arguments well after I gave birth.
Yet here he was, ready to accept Bolo, not only as the father of my child, but as my potential future husband.
That was assuming that Bolo ever wanted to ask me to marry him.
I’d been scared of that in the beginning, but now I wanted it more than anything.
A life with him, together with our son? I was pretty sure nothing could make me happier.
Having to tell my family about Bolo, and his club, and the things they did had been hard. Watching my father lose respect for him, and worse, for me, had made me stressed since the morning I told them. There’d been more than one night of tears. It killed me to think I was disappointing my family.
Mom and my sisters had all come around right away.
Not that they were any less scared of potential threats due to the MC’s actions.
They just understood that I loved Bolo and that he would never let anything bad happen to me or our son.
They had been willing to take it on faith that Bolo would protect us.
My father had needed to think things over, then get that promise straight from the horse’s mouth.
And now Dad was on the same page. Tears slipped down my cheeks as Bolo pulled me into a hug. When my shoulders started shaking, he pulled back and frowned down at me.
“Hey. What? Why? You were just teasing me. Where did the tears come from?”
“I’m happy,” I said with a little sob.
He cupped my cheeks, wiping the tears away with his thumbs. “Are you sure about that?”
I gave a little laugh with more tears slipping out as I did. “Stupid hormones.”
He moved his right hand down to my stomach and pressed it there over my small bump.
He loved to feel the baby move. That had just started happening.
I’d been worried that it was taking too long, but Dr. Natalie had assured me that it could take longer for first time mothers to feel their babies move.
Since I was twenty weeks now, she said I was right on time.
The regular ultrasounds I was getting with the MFM were looking good and our baby was doing well.
Nothing from the fire the other night seemed to have impacted our son.
That in itself was enough to make me want to sob happy tears.
But now? Bolo had given me a beautiful gift.
My dad had accepted my decision to stay with Bolo.
Everything was just clicking into place, despite the trouble that Bowers and The Collective were bringing into our lives.
Bolo leaned his head down and fit our mouths together. I melted into him with a groan. His kisses were always earth shattering, but lately they had gotten even more intense. Maybe it was because he knew how much I needed him, and how much my hormones had me turned on.
They had me so ramped up, all the time, that Bolo really only had to give me one of those intense stares and I was done for.
He was really getting a kick out of that.
I’d started to get a little worried that maybe we shouldn’t be having sex so much.
I didn’t want to hurt the baby. Even though he was gentle with me, I’d wanted to make sure, so I’d asked Dr. Natalie.
That appointment had been the other day, before the fire, and she’d assured me that I was more than ready to continue sexy time with my man.
Like that wasn’t embarrassing enough to ask about, but then she’d given me a knowing smile and a wink.
I wanted to melt down through the floor.
I just hoped she didn’t mention any of that to Drifter.
I pulled back and stared up into his eyes. “Take me to bed.”
His brows shot up. “You want to break this place in already?”
I nodded, smiling at him. “Just make sure you go lock the front door first.”
“You’ve gotten more demanding.” There was approval shining in those gorgeous blue eyes of his.
I reached up and laced my fingers through his hair, tugging gently. “Is that a problem?”
A wide smile spread across his face. “Fuck, no. I love it.”
Bolo lifted me in his arms, his hands under my ass to support me. He carried me into the back hallway that led to our new bedroom, kissing me as he went.
I giggled as he set me on the bed, then I watched as he left the room to lock the door. When he came back in, he was already stripping out of his clothes.
“Do you think they’ll miss us?” I asked, suddenly uncertain.
“I don’t give a shit if they do.” He laid his cut on the dresser, then stripped off his shirt.
He tossed it on the floor in the corner.
I licked my lips as I ran my eyes over his bare chest. I’d seen him shirtless plenty, but it never got old.
His muscles flexed as he reached down and unbuckled his belt.
I loved that he had thick chest hair covering his pecs.
Some women liked their men smoother, but that didn’t work for me.
He bent and unlaced his boots. My eyes traced over his back.
It was covered from neck to the top of his ass in ink.
He didn’t have any tattoos on his front half, just back there.
My fingers itched to trace all the different patterns and designs.
It was multiple tattoos melded together to look like one huge back piece.
His jeans and boxer briefs went next and his cock bounced against his stomach when he tugged his briefs down. I shifted on the bed, needing to feel him inside of me so badly.
My blood pressure had been on the rise again, and slowly Dr. Natalie was increasing my dosages to keep it down. Between that, my dad being mad at me, the uncertainty I was feeling about work and my career… Well, my stress levels were at an all-time high and I was ready to let some of that go.
I was ready to combust, if I was being honest. My breasts were heavy and swollen, my nipples hard and aching for his touch.
I had so many new erogenous zones, and I was hoping that Bolo would hit every single one of them before the night was over.
I wasn’t sure how many orgasms it was going to take to relieve some of this tension I was holding on to, but I was looking forward to counting them.
He climbed onto the bed, covering my body with his much larger one, careful to keep his weight on his forearms and off my stomach. He kissed me like he was starving for me, and thank God, because if I was the only one feeling like this I would go insane.
I moaned as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine. I was so busy tasting him that I didn’t notice his hands sliding under my shirt until he was cupping my breasts.
“Oh,” I gasped, throwing my head back. He took advantage of the move to trail kisses down my neck.
His lips felt so good, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me.
His fingers plucked at my nipples through the lace of my bra and I arched into his touch.
I hadn’t worn a regular bra lately, too uncomfortable, but the lacy little number I had on was just for him.
I’d been hoping we’d get the chance to do this once everyone left for the day.
He’d seen me in nothing but sweat pants, baggy t-shirts, and sports bras that gave me a uni-boob for the last couple weeks.
He deserved better, but never complained.
He wanted me to be comfortable. I was pretty sure he was just happy to have me at his home with him.
And I was glad to have him home the whole time, too.
It had shocked me when he said the club had essentially given him a leave of absence. I didn’t know they did that.
He’d explained it wasn’t common, but they’d done the same with Kilo and OD.
Ruck wanted to make sure they were all available for Camila, Rue and me during this time, and that they were there to protect us every hour of the day with The Collective ramping up their attacks.
After they’d burnt down my sister’s house, no one was willing to take chances anymore.
I had a feeling Bolo would fly me to some remote island somewhere to keep me safe, but we needed to stay close to my doctors.
I pushed the worry about my pregnancy aside.
The worry for my baby was never gone, and I wouldn’t smother that, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t focus back on what Bolo was doing to me.
“Fuck, I love your tits. Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
I could only nod, words escaping me. When he tugged my shirt up and over my head, I lifted my arms to accommodate the move.
My bra came next, and I could see the heated look in his eyes as he took my bare breasts in.
He licked his lips, then bent to take a nipple into his mouth.
I cried out, reaching up to grasp his hair as he sucked on me.
My hips lifted from the bed and I felt the hard line of his cock against my stomach.
He moved to the other breast and I could feel how wet I was getting. I needed him so badly.
“Please,” I gasped when he pulled back.
He kissed his way back up to my mouth, pressing our lips together as he unbuttoned my pants.
When he had them open, he pulled back again and tugged them down my legs, taking my panties with them.
He spread my legs, moving his big body between them, and I felt his fingers run over my pussy.
I bucked against his hand with a moan and he chuckled.
“So fucking wet. So ready for me,” he said, his voice deep with desire.