Chapter 8
Henry
Constant buzzing pulls me out of sleep, and I groan, shifting Natalie off of me.
The last few days she’s refused to let me leave her bed.
Not sure if it’s a pregnancy thing, but every time I’ve tried, her eyes go wide and start to water while her lip quivers.
It’s the cutest, most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever seen.
If she ever teaches it to our child, I’m fucking done for.
I grab my phone, the grogginess from sleep clearing immediately when I see it’s the front security. “What’s wrong?”
The guard clears his throat, and I hear muffled yelling from the other end before he says, “There’s a couple men here demanding to see you. One of them said their name is Davie.”
My stomach sinks a little, and I have half a mind to ask them to handle it, but realize the club will never stop unless they hear it from me.
“I’ll be right down,” I tell him with a sigh.
When I stand from the bed, I glance down at Natalie’s sleeping form.
She’s fucking pretty even in her sleep; it pisses me off because the woman already has too much power over me.
I hate to leave her, but I need to deal with it before we can truly move forward in our life.
I shove my legs through a pair of jeans and grab a hoodie before tracking to my father’s study.
A scoff falls from my lips when it opens with the code of Natalie’s birthday.
It helps me in this situation, but the reminder of their past grates on me.
I grab the gun from one of the shelves and double-check the chamber is good before putting it into the waistband at my back.
The night is cold as I walk down the driveway, the cast of their motorcycle lights leading my way until I’m a few feet from the gate. Security moves to my side as I stare at the men who I used to consider my friends. As soon as I’m visible to them, their shouts quiet, tension thickening the air.
“Left your cut, and a lousy five grand. Nothing to say?” Davie sneers.
I crack my neck side to side, then shrug. “All I had to offer. Money isn’t mine.”
“So you’re shacking up with your stepmom like a little bitch.”
My eyes narrow at him. “Shut the fuck up. You have no clue about anything.”
“I know we helped you out, and you’re leaving us high and dry,” Davie says. His hand slams against the gate, metal ringing into the dark night.
The guard at my side stiffens, and I shake my head.
“You guys saw a paycheck. I had to work for everything you offered, and I was grateful for the opportunity. It’s why I left what I had, but I don’t owe you anything else.
” It took me a moment to realize that myself.
My gratitude felt heavy for a while before I realized I didn’t owe them more than what I had already paid in.
The apartment I had, the rent was gouged from my check, plus whatever they took to help support the club.
At the time, it felt great to be a part of the community, but the way they were only concerned about my inheritance was the wake-up call I needed.
“We’re not leaving until you give us what we’re owed.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Like I said, I don’t owe you shit. The five grand should have been more than enough, but you can’t help but be greedy bastards.”
Davie steps toward the gate again, baring his teeth. “You get us the money, or I’ll pay that bitch of yours a visit.”
There it is. I can't hold back the smile on my face. I knew he would eventually resort to what he knows best. Threats.
“You get that?” I ask the security guard.
He nods. “Yes, sir. He’s threatened bodily harm to Mrs. Dansworth.”
I walk up to the gate, pulling out the gun and cocking. He doesn’t register what’s resting against his forehead until he feels the touch of the metal.
“Wanna say that again?” I purr.
Davie swallows, and takes a step back. “Three years, and that’s how you wanna leave it?”
I shrug. “It took me a while to reason why y’all kept me around when I don’t drink, smoke, or fuck around with the women much.
It’s because y’all wanted my money so badly.
So yeah, fuck you and the club. This is how we’re gonna leave it.
” I flip the safety back on and shove the gun back into my jeans.
“Come around here again, I’ll authorize my men to shoot on sight.
Then you’ll realize the power of money means your bodies won’t be found, police won’t investigate. It will be like y’all never existed.”
His eyes burn into mine, and we stare at each other for another moment. Davie breaks first, shaking his head and moving back to his bike.
“When that bitch kicks you out, don’t think of coming back around or we’ll treat you with the same courtesy. We don’t have money, but we got pigs.”
We watch them drive away before I turn back to the guard.
“That wasn't an empty threat. Any of those men or men wearing cuts of the club—shoot them."
He nods. “I got it, sir.”
I walk back to the house, some of the adrenaline draining and the exhaustion creeping back in.
I hate the feeling of carrying a gun on me, but I’m thankful my dad taught me a long time ago where to access one if needed.
When I get back inside, I put it back in its place and then stop short at the empty bed when I return to her room.
My heart picks up in fear. Was the gate a distraction?
I was a fool to leave her in here alone.
The sound of a toilet flushing fills me with so much relief that I stagger against the doorframe.
Fuck. It was only a few seconds, but the terror that coursed through me is going to keep me up a lot longer.
“What happened?” she asks, coming from the bathroom. Her hand is rubbing her belly, and I watch her with a smile. It’s still so surreal to know she’s growing my baby.
I pull her into my arms, squeezing her ass before kneeling to kiss her bump. “Just had to tie up some loose ends.”
“The club?”
I nod, pressing another kiss. I would have hated to put a bullet in his head, but I’d do anything to protect Natalie and our child.
“What did they want?” she asks, her fingers running against my scalp.
I sigh, pressing my face into her shirt. “What does everyone want? Money.”
Natalie pulls at my hair until I look up at her. “You sure they won’t bother us again? We can give them money to get them to go away.”
I grab her wrist and kiss that too. My cock is hard, but she’s probably too tired to fuck again. “No, you give them money and they’ll just keep coming back for more. I handled it. They won’t bother us again if they value their lives.”
She blinks at me, registering my words, and then her throat bobs before she blows out a shaky breath.
I stand, cupping her face and brushing a soft kiss against her lips. “I’m fucking horny. Let me eat your pussy or something.”
Natalie laughs, pushing out of my hold before turning to the bed to a smirk. “Maybe I want that something.”
I growl, my hands sliding up her waist. “What does Mommy want? Tell me.”
She shudders, grips my jeans to pull me even closer, and kisses me. “Fuck me,” she whispers against my mouth.
She fixes my tie before moving to stand behind me, both of us staring at each other in the full length mirror.
Today I’m supposed to start at my father’s company, a temporary public face to deal with the transition after his death.
The board is excited for the move, but I dread it with my entire being.
“I don’t think I like you in a suit.”
I frown, the words unexpected. “You don’t?”
She hums, then shrugs. “It just doesn’t seem like you, or maybe I’m used to your t-shirt and jeans.”
Turning to face her directly, I study her face, bare, without a hint of makeup. She’s been too tired to get ready after waking up the past few days, and dare I say I prefer this look?
The couple of freckles that spot her nose and chin, the way her lashes fan out over her blue eyes, and the soft pink of her lips. After my birthday, it’s like a hole opened in my heart and she’s wormed herself in.
I cup her cheek and kiss her. I don’t know what’s come over me, but everything in me demands I do it.
She gasps before kissing me back, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I grab her legs, lifting her.
Setting her gently on the bed, I tug her robe off and groan at the negligee she wears every night.
It’s the most pretentious thing, but she makes it look sexy as fuck.
The way her nipples pebble and poke through the silky material, the way the soft lace rests on the tops of her perky breasts.
The way her stomach sometimes gets caught when she twists or moves, showing off the bump in the most discreet way.
I push it up to her hips, licking my lips at her glistening pussy. She grabs my wrists.
“You’re going to be late!”
I scoff. “I couldn’t give a fuck.”
Shifting down the mattress, I position my face right between her legs. Natalie cries out when I flatten my tongue and swipe up through her dripping center.
“You’re s-supposed to m-make a good impression,” she stutters out.
I ignore her, licking up her creamy pussy until she concedes, rocking her hips against my face.
My hands curl around her thighs, pushing them closer to the bed as I devour her completely.
I suck, lick, and drink until her legs are trembling and then push her straight over the edge in the next second.
As her pussy flutters on my tongue, I undo my pants and push down my boxers before crawling up and over her.
I notch the tip of my cock against her drenched folds, smearing the precum already leaking out.
Her hands rub up my chest as I finally line up to her hole and push in, groaning as her tight heat encases my cock.
She arches up, her breasts straining against the silk of her nightgown. I nod to her chest.
“Pull it down. I want to watch them bounce as I fuck you.”
She rolls her eyes. “So romantic,” she mutters before doing exactly what I ask.
I lean over her, pressing my palms on either side of her head, and brush my lips against hers.
“You want romantic? I can give you romantic.” My mouth crashes down before she can respond, and I shift onto one elbow so I can caress my hand down her side to pull her leg over my waist. I keep us tangled like that, not moving from where I’m buried deep inside her.
“More,” she begs into my mouth after a few minutes. I kiss down her jaw until I find the tender spot on her neck that makes her shudder. Her nails rake down my back, teasingly. “Please, Henry, baby. Give Mommy more.”
I smile. The usual deep, sultry plea from when she uses that ploy is absent. Pulling almost all the way out, I slide forward again, milking every inch in an exaggerated push. Natalie groans under me, her eyes fluttering until I’m pushed in as far as I can go, my balls pressed against her ass.
I take my time, dragging my cock out and pushing back into her heated heaven at a steady, slow pace. My eyes don’t stray from hers, watching a slight flush work over her face. Her hands curl along the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss her again, our tongues dancing wildly together.
When she finally pulls away to breathe, I whisper a confession I can’t hold in any longer. “I think I’m falling for you.”
Her eyes widen, lips parting just as her cunt grips me like a vise.
I shake my head, shushing her. “Don’t say anything. I just wanted you to know.” Kissing her again, I pick up my pace, reaching between us to rub circles on her swollen clit. My forearm brushes against her bump, making my cock harden further with the proof of my claim on her.
“Henry…” Natalies gasps before she tips over the edge, her whole body shaking as her release crashes through her.
I ride her through it, thrusting my cock over and over as her walls keep fluttering around me.
It’s her increasing moans with each surge forward that do me in.
I can’t hold back, spilling hard inside her.
Spurt after spurt of my cum filling her tight cunt up.
I think I started falling for her the first time she glared at me from across the room, but I was just too stubborn to admit it.
It should have been obvious when she announced she was pregnant, and I felt possessive for the first time.
Vigorous, endless possession over her and the baby in her belly. Mine, mine, mine.