Chapter 15
HANNAH
Stella had been wonderful at keeping me occupied after King asked her to bring me to their house.
I thought it was really cool that it was built onto the back of the clubhouse, giving the place an even more homey vibe.
I couldn’t imagine any big parties were going on late into the night around here because King wouldn’t risk his toddler boy being woken up.
Isa played on a soft blanket on the floor while Cadell balanced his building blocks on a stacking tree with a curved bottom.
He kept checking on Isa and announcing that he was practicing being a big brother as his mom and I talked.
It was so sweet and well-timed since Stella was four months pregnant.
As the prez’s old lady, she seemed like the perfect biker babe, which was a little intimidating.
But she’d been so welcoming that I found myself admitting, “I’m scared sometimes that I won’t be strong enough for this life with Griffin.
Not that I’m giving up. I just worry I’ll crack if things get dark. ”
Stella reached over and squeezed my hand.
“Every single one of us worries about that. Nobody can be strong all the time when our men handle club business. But you’ll never deal with it alone.
You’ve got your old lady sisters at your back.
Our loyalty to each other is just as fierce as what our husbands have for their brothers.
That patch isn’t just about who we belong to—it means we’re family. ”
That sounded like everything I’d ever wanted, but I shook my head. “I’m not Griffin’s old lady.”
Stella snorted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Using his real name instead of Cross says plenty. Bet you twenty bucks Isa has a baby brother or sister in less than a year.”
Before I could answer, Griffin strolled in, took one look at us, and announced, “No deal.”
Then he crossed the room in two strides, pulled me up, and kissed the hell out of me. My knees went weak while Stella laughed hysterically behind us.
King followed a moment later, kissed his wife, and murmured something soft that made her smile. While they talked quietly, Griffin and I packed up Isa’s things before saying our goodbyes.
His hand stayed on my thigh the whole way back to his house, his thumb stroking slow circles. I had a feeling he needed the contact.
My suspicion was confirmed when he stuck close to me for the rest of the evening. After Isa was down, we sat snuggled on the big wicker couch on the back deck, enjoying the spring air.
Griffin had been quieter than usual since we left the compound, tension radiating off him even though he tried to hide it. I finally leaned my head back against his chest and looked up at him.
“I can feel something’s bothering you. I wasn’t sure if I should ask, but you’ve been my rock through all of this. I want to be a safe place for you too.”
His eyes flared at my description, seeming to mean something to him. He sighed before murmuring, “We need to talk, baby.”
I wasn’t sure what to think. He sounded so serious, but I couldn’t imagine that he was going to tell me that he was about to send me away. Especially when he pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him.
When I rested my hands on his broad shoulders, his eyes locked on mine. “I won’t let anything happen to you or our children.”
Every time he used “our,” I grew more certain about my place in his life.
The words made it clear this wasn’t temporary for him.
He really saw a future with me. He’d meant his possessive claim each time he filled my pussy with his come without pulling out, every filthy promise about breeding me while we made love.
I didn’t have long to dwell on that realization because he kept going.
“Someone’s been watching you. It’s connected to my asshole twin.” My eyes widened at this information, but I knew I was safe in his arms. “Gavin got himself into deep shit and dragged my name into it. They were following you to find him—well, me, at first.”
“Whoa,” I breathed.
Knowing something was making him tense was one thing, but finding out scary bikers were following me wasn’t what I was expecting him to say.
Seeing the fear in my expression, Griffin explained, “We met with Division Nine today. They refused to believe I’m not the guy they’re looking for, but King sent the evidence over. I’m sure they’re gonna want me to hand my brother over once they figure out I’m really not him.”
I didn’t ask if he would because I already knew the answer. His soft look told me he saw that understanding in my eyes.
“They might try to use you or Isa as leverage,” he continued, his hands tightening on my hips. “But they’ll never get anywhere near either of you. The club is going to make that real fucking clear, very soon.”
I knew how protective he was over Isa and me, so I didn’t panic. “I know you won’t let anything happen to us.”
Satisfaction gleamed in his blue orbs as he cupped my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek. “I’m so damn proud of you, sweetheart. You’re incredible.”
I wasn’t sure I felt as strong as he seemed to think I was, but the way he said it made me believe maybe I could be. For him and Isa.
Now that everything was out there, emotion sparked into desire. Griffin’s hold on me tightened, and I leaned into him, pressing my body against his solid chest. He stood in one smooth motion, lifted me as though I weighed nothing, and carried me inside to the bedroom.
He set me on the mattress and stripped me slowly while his mouth followed every inch of skin he uncovered. When he finally settled between my thighs, his breath was hot against my already slick core.
“Look at you,” he growled in a hungry voice. “So fucking wet for me already. This perfect pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
I whimpered, and my hips lifted toward him. He didn’t tease, diving in like a man starving. His tongue licked a long swipe from my entrance to my clit before sucking the swollen bud into his mouth.
He tugged it with his teeth before letting go with a pop. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
“You,” I gasped. “My pussy belongs to you.”
“Damn straight.”
He rewarded me by pushing two thick fingers deep inside me, curling the tips just right to stroke the sensitive spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Oh yes, Griffin. Please.”
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He tugged on my clit with his teeth again, making me jolt. “Ride my face. Let me taste how much you need me to fill you up. Gonna eat this pussy until you’re dripping down my chin, then I’m gonna breed you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
He was relentless in his goal of making me come, using his tongue, teeth, and fingers to drive me higher. It wasn’t long before I came with a jagged cry, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
He didn’t stop, licking me through every aftershock, growling praise between strokes of his tongue.
“Such a good girl. So fucking sweet.”
When the last wave of pleasure left me boneless, he rose over me and stripped out of his clothes. His dick was thick and hard, flushed dark at the tip. Crawling between my legs, he rubbed the head through my slick folds.
“Beg for it, sweetheart,” he ordered, teasing my entrance. “Tell me how much you want me.”
“Please,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I want you to fill me. Feel so empty. I need you.”
He thrust in with one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was perfect, almost too much, and I moaned into the pillow so I wouldn’t wake up Isa. Then he set a hard and fast rhythm with deep thrusts that rocked the bed.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other gripped my hip. “This pussy was made for me. Gonna keep you stuffed full every night until you’re pregnant.”
My inner walls fluttered around his hard length, showing him exactly how much I loved his dirty talk.
His eyes burned into mine as he kept going. “You’re gonna look so beautiful carrying my baby, sweetheart. Tits getting bigger, and your belly round with what I put in you.”
His words were filthy and tender at the same time, each thrust driving them deeper into my soul.
“Mine.” He leaned down, biting my neck, then sucking the spot to soothe it. “Say it while I fuck you.”
“I’m yours,” I cried out, clenching around him.
He fucked me harder, his hips snapping as the wet slap of skin filled the room. “That’s my good girl. Taking every inch like you were born for it. Gonna come so deep you’ll feel me tomorrow. Gonna watch you grow round and know it’s because I couldn’t stop filling this pussy.”
I came again, harder this time, my vision whiting out as my body clamped down on him. Griffin followed right after, burying himself as deep as he could go and flooding me with hot, thick pulses.
“Take it all, sweetheart,” he groaned against my throat. “Every drop. That’s how I’m gonna put my baby in you.”
We stayed locked together afterward, his hand resting possessively over my lower belly like he was already imagining it rounded with his child. I traced the tattoos on his chest, my heart so full it felt like it might burst.
I was all in.
This was where I wanted to be. Where I belonged. With Griffin and Isa, building the family I’d never dared to dream of. No more holding back. I was his, and he was mine.
And I couldn’t wait to see what came next.