Chapter 41
STEVIE
Another week and I’ll be hitting my thirty-eighth week.
The doctor has urged me to set up a c-section, but since the babies’ heartbeats are strong and my blood tests are good, he’s agreed to wait.
We’re in a safer zone now. My stomach has grown bigger since the baby shower, so dressing, putting on shoes, and my all-around comfort has put me in a foul mood.
I’ve been ready to have these babies yesterday.
It’s early Saturday afternoon and I’m on the sofa bed like a beached whale when Frost comes home. He had two customers this morning. As soon as he tosses his keys on the counter, I roll to my side, hoisting myself out of the bed, and stagger to him.
I grab his face, slamming my mouth against his, which will definitely leave a bruise, but I don’t care.
The need to get these babies out is greater than worrying about my brash behavior.
His eyes widen, close, and he pulls me into him.
Frost is all muscle while I’m all fat. If it wasn’t for the way he gazes at me, holds and cherishes me, I’d be more insecure than I am now.
The kiss is sloppy, rough, unforgiving as we plunder each other’s mouths.
Our hands grab at anything they can get a hold of.
Frost rips my t-shirt when he pulls it below my breasts, sucking on the excess mound before shoving my bra down and capturing my nipple.
I moan, twisting my fingers in his hair.
Over the last several weeks, we haven’t been too intimate. Me, because I’m uncomfortable, and him, because he doesn’t want to hurt the babies. Both reasons are shit. He better fuck these babies right out of me even if it takes all weekend.
Frost hikes me up onto the counter like I’m light as a napkin.
My head rolls from side to side, fingers rubbing my clit through my leggings and underwear, panting from everything he’s doing.
I haven’t felt this alive in months. His teeth cage my dark, large nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue while his pelvis crashes into the countertop between my legs.
We’ve deprived ourselves of this and it shows.
His breathing quickens as he gorges on my nipples, exchanging one for the other, then returning to the first one.
Frost growls, “Fuck, Rebel.”
The noises this man makes builds an unnatural amount of lubrication and distinguishes all womanly behavior from me.
I’m a madwoman, clawing her way toward pleasure.
My mouth hooks onto his neck, inhaling it into my mouth and sucking on it.
Frost smells like the last embers of a bonfire in the early morning light.
Whiskey lingering in the air after a night of fun.
I bite down enough to leave a mark, but he doesn’t flinch. If anything, he’s more feral.
He whisks me off the counter, planting me on my feet behind the back of the couch, yanking down my leggings and maternity underwear in one go.
Neither of us wants to stretch this out.
He slathers the head of his cock and the heat of the barbells through my juices, slamming into me until his balls tap my swollen lips.
Frost holds still, and a visible quiver travels down his body. I force my ass back, wanting him to pound into me, but he growls, biting down.
“Rebel. I’m blinded by my raging cravings. Do. Not. Rattle. The snake.”
I laugh, tighten my grip on the couch, bend over to the point my ass is higher than my head, and say, “Give me the fucking rattlesnake, Frost.”
“Doc said—”
“Fuck what the doc said. It’s time these babies came out.” He hasn’t moved yet, so I lift up, look over my shoulder, and add, “If you don’t fuck me like an animal, you’ll never come near my pussy again.”
His eyes catch mine before I drop my head.
Digging his fingers into my hips, Frost snaps his hips back and forth, prodding my insides.
It’s instant and cruel. The pain is deep inside, but I ride it out.
His thrusts force my body forward, hands pulling me onto his cock, and one hand furiously rubs my clit.
My breasts dangle, bouncing all over the place, which I’m not used to.
Frost fucks me like a bronco in heat. Mounting.
Securing. Pain morphs into pleasure, and I scream and murmur a thank you through my orgasm.
My release triggers Frost’s and warmth spills inside me, dripping down my inner thigh.
Drunk on the sensations, his hands rest next to mine; he lays his chest across my back, and huffs in air.
He disappears while I use my arms to steady myself into a standing position.
I notice my stretched and torn t-shirt, dark, erect nipples exposed, and my pants are down to my ankles…
and I laugh. The tingles of sex remain as I unleash my laughter.
It’s invigorating. My body bared in the middle of the living room, windows putting me on display.
Frost comes back in to find me crying from laughter, and his eyebrows crinkle in the middle, causing me to laugh harder.
He cleans me up, and as he’s about to pull up my leggings, my feet push them to the floor and I step out of them.
Next goes my t-shirt and bra. I’m bare ass naked with a huge belly full of stretch marks, and aching breasts.
My thighs and feet are swollen like the Michelin Man.
Frost’s gaze saunters down my body and back up while wearing a soft smile. “You can’t get any more beautiful.” My eyes cloud from tears, and his big strong body encompasses me. His hand pets my hair. “Why are you crying, Rebel?”
My voice comes out like I’ve been gargling marbles. “Because I’m lucky to have you, Frost.”
He kisses my temple. “I’ll get your robe.”
Wiping my nose with my hand, I say, “Strip and bring your robe too.”
We cuddle in the sofa bed, order pizza, and talk about the babies.
This is definitely my top five moments with Frost. His guard is completely down, he has a constant smile, and the conversation flows like a stream, smoothing down stones.
It’s light and humorous. And snuggled next to Frost, cancels out all troubles and worries.
In the quiet, Frost has a faraway look on his face and the lightness fades. He gazes down at me, eyes roaming over my face as if it’s the first time he’s seen me.
His finger tips brush against my cheek, he kisses me, and says, “I’m sorry, Rebel.”
“For what?”
Frost slides his hand down to my wrist, his thumb rubbing over the tattoo.
“For this. For assaulting you.” A lump sticks in my throat, unable to speak.
“I never apologized for any of it, so…” he blows out a heavy breath, “…I want you to know I’m aware of what I did and I’m sorry.
An apology ain’t gonna erase the past, but you deserve to hear it. ”
My fingers intertwine with his. “Thanks, Frost. You have no idea what this means to me.” I examine my wrist and link to the depths of his blue eyes. “We never did remove the GPS.” I pause before adding, “Have you checked to see if it works?”
He shakes his head. “No. Once you requested it to be removed, I didn’t want to invade your privacy.”
This man continuously surprises me.
I lay my head on his shoulder, enjoy the setting sun in the distance, and silently cry. The buckets of tears I’ve cried can’t amount to these endearing ones. Frost is cleaning up his destructive behavior, and that alone will make him an excellent dad.
Frost and I sleep in after a night of sex.
When one of us would wake, we’d give pleasure to the other until we were fucking like rabbits again.
His tempting beautiful cock is difficult to ignore.
The way it stretches me, the barbells massaging the motion, and the speed in which he coaxes out my orgasms. Precise.
Determined. And his mouth. Oh, his dirty mouth.
The things he says. The way the words sparks my pussy and clit.
I’m getting wet just thinking about it.
Unfortunately, all of the sex we had did not nudge, no pun intended, our babies. They’re still tucked in.
It’s the next day, and I inform Frost that I’m going to walk to the cemetery.
We’re about two miles away, and I haven’t visited Alicia’s grave in a long time.
After the babies are born, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to make it back.
Frost refuses to let me go alone, so we drive a mile, and walk hand-in-hand the rest of the way.
There’s a slight breeze to combat the sunshine.
The walk will do us both some good. Frost has been working non-stop in the shop, protecting us and searching for the mole.
Being out in the open air feels wonderful.
Not far inside the cemetery is Alicia’s grave. Frost and I stand in front of the graves holding hands. I forgot his brother Hayes, Alicia’s husband, was his friend.
“Tell me about Hayes.”
Frost gives me a sideways glance, returning his attention back to the headstone.
“He was a good guy. It’s probably what got him killed.
” He releases my hand, crouches down, and wipes dirt from the words, Husband and Brother to the End.
Remaining there, he adds, “Some men are built for the MC life, and some ain’t.
” He stands. “Hayes wasn’t. Too soft.” I nudge him, and he says, “I mean it in a good way. He shouldn’t have joined.
Once he met Alicia, he should have left the MC. ”
“What made you marry Alicia?”
He shrugs. “Hayes always worried about something happening to him. He wanted assurance she’d be taken care of.
We weren’t close, but he trusted me. Figured I could protect her, so he made me promise to marry and take care of her.
” Frost shakes his head while thinking about it.
“Of course, he did it after he was shot, dying. How the fuck could I say no?”
I bring our hands up to my mouth and kiss his knuckles. “That was noble of you.” He snorts at my comment. “What? You were tying yourself down to a woman you didn’t love.”
The nagging silence, the lack of response raises my insecure hackles. “Or did you love her?”
Frost buries me into his side. “Rebel, ain’t no other woman meant anything to me, never loved, other than you.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll give you some time. I’m going to visit a few other graves.”
With that, he leaves me by Alicia’s and Hayes’ graves. So much has happened since I came to Moose Grove. What started out as a nightmare has turned into a blessing. Placing my hands on my stomach, I talk to Alicia.
“Hey Alicia.” I gulp down my emotions so I can proceed.
“I know you’re with Hayes now. After I lost you, I came to Moose Grove, hoping to feel closer to you.
” I let out a shaky laugh. “It started bad. The whole Wolves of Mayhem had it in for me.” I rub my stomach.
“Now look at me. Knocked-up with twins by Frost. Hopefully I go into labor soon.”
Several minutes pass, and I add, “You are missed by everyone. I miss you and love you so much.”
At that moment, my water breaks, and I’m standing over a pool of water as it drenches my leggings and trickles down my leg.