Chapter 53
It was spring and everything was in bloom—including me. I seemed to grow bigger every day.
We’d been welcomed back to Waco with open arms and a club barbecue. Colt and the brothers had decided to take the vote early. It was unanimous; they’d wanted Savage back as a brother. Colt told Savage that the club had already lost too many brothers, and they weren’t going to lose him too.
Still, restitution had to be made.
Savage would take a pay cut for a year. We wouldn’t be uncomfortable financially, but we wouldn’t be able to buy the land from Duke and Willa and build a house. That would have to wait.
I wasn’t upset about it, though. Whatever had to be done for Savage to be in good standing with the club needed to be done. We’d stay in the apartment over the bakery and even though it would be crowded, we’d make do. We’d turn the bedroom into the nursery and move our furniture into the living room.
“We’ll be able to watch TV in bed,” Savage said with a smile. “It’ll change your life.”
“I don’t watch TV,” I reminded him.
“You will.”
Cozy took over my receptionist job at Three Kings, but Roman insisted on continuing to pay me. When I tried to fight him, he said I deserved it—a customer had seen one of my doodles I’d left at the parlor and wanted it tattooed on them. He then demanded I continue to send him my artwork so his clients could have custom designs.
I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and gave in to Roman’s offer.
Not working at the tattoo parlor allowed me more time to nest and soon the apartment was filled with crafts and my attempts at new hobbies.
I went back to making sourdough loaves for the bakery, which gave me plenty of time to hang out with Jazz and Brielle.
Jazz gabbed non-stop about her wedding. For all her talk about making Homer work for it, when he’d proposed, they’d set the date for late spring, wanting to beat the heat of summer. They’d have the ceremony and reception at the Jackson property and had decided that it was going to be an intimate affair. Just family and the club.
Brielle was happy for her best friend, but every now and again, I’d catch her unguarded expression. She was keeping a secret, but she hadn’t shared it with me. And even though I was dying of curiosity, I didn’t push.
Life was sailing along. I was blissful and content.
With raging hormones.
Still, I was happy, and I was back where I belonged.
“Babe?” Savage called out, closing the door to the apartment.
“In here!” I replied.
He walked into the bedroom doorway and stopped. “What are you doing? You said it was an emergency.”
I slid my hand down my naked body between my thighs. “It is an emergency.”
“You and I have different definitions of that word.” He shook his head. “I was in the middle of something with the club. It was important.”
“Mhmm . . .”
I kept my eyes trained on him. He was watching me like he was under a spell.
“I bought you a toy for these second trimester hormones. To help you when I’m not around.”
“I used it already. Twice. And it didn’t even take the edge off. Please, Savage. I need you.”
With a groan, he shucked off his leather cut—the cut that had been returned to him after the club reinstated him.
He got his shirt off and went for his belt buckle when I let out a moan. With a curse, he climbed onto the bed and batted my hand away from the apex of my thighs, only to replace it with his tongue.
“God, you’re fucking sweet,” he murmured against my flesh.
I cried out in pleasure as he sucked me into his mouth.
“So sensitive.”
My free hands went to my breasts. They were heavy and fuller, my nipples darkening with my pregnancy.
Savage slid his hands underneath me and lifted, angling me just the way he needed to. He devoured me and didn’t stop until I was convulsing with my release.
While I was still quivering, he finally shucked the remainder of his clothes before coming back to the bed.
“Roll over, babe.”
I got up on my hands and knees and presented myself to him like an offering. He teased his crown at my wet entrance and then slid into me.
We both groaned as he filled me.
I spread my legs and pressed my chest to the bed while lifting my butt into the air. He slid in deeper. He grasped my hips and drilled into me. My hand went back between my legs to play with myself.
“Fuck, babe.”
I gasped as shivers danced along my spine and ripped through my nerves.
“I’m close, Savage,” I whimpered, greedy for him and everything he could give me.
“Me too.”
His grip on my hips was possessive, bruising.
I clenched around him and came with a cry.
Savage thrust once, twice, and then he spilled his warmth into me.
He held me for a moment and then gently eased out. I felt his release on my thighs and shivered with desire again.
“Greedy, greedy, greedy.” He kissed my shoulder. “When I’ve recovered, I’ll get you a washcloth.”
“Hmm.” My eyes were languid as I looked at him. “And when you’ve recovered, I want to have my way with you again.”
“You’ll be the death of me, woman,” he said with a tired chuckle. “Keeping you satisfied is a full-time job.”
“Any complaints?”
“Not one.”