Chapter 30 #2
“They’ll be along. They’ve got a surprise of their own to give you.”
“That’s really sweet. They didn’t have to do that,” she says, smiling up at me.
Half an hour later, my parents show up with her grandmother.
Tessa is so happy, she rushes over and helps her gran out of the car.
My ma helps get her set up at a table. I try to help, but they just elbow me out of the way in their rush to make a fuss.
I should be bothered, but I’m not. It gives me too much pleasure to see the woman I love so happy.
I just quietly go and get her some snacks and a drink.
By the time I get back, the fussing is over, and her gran greets me warmly.
As the darkness creeps in, small strings of lights glow warmly around the patio. Laughter floats through the air, easy and genuine. Unfortunately, her grandmother tires easily, and my parents dutifully take her back home. I think this is the nicest gift they could have given both of them.
When the party finally winds down, I sweep Tessa gently into my arms. She gasps and laughs in surprise, her eyes sparkling as she wraps her arms around my neck.
Her warmth against me feels right. Everything in my world tilts back into alignment as I carry her up the stairs.
Having found the right balance between my biker world and the woman I love gives me reason to believe this relationship will not only be amazing, but it will last.
I kick our door shut behind me, carrying her directly into our bedroom. Softly glowing fairy lights, a recent touch Tessa added around the headboard, bathe the room in a warm glow. Gazing down into her face, I find a contented, drowsy expression.
I settle beside her, immediately leaning in to brush a gentle kiss across her lips. I murmur, “You were beautiful down there. Seeing you happy, smiling like that’s convinced me I am capable of giving you what you need.”
Tessa’s eyes soften, a shy smile spreading slowly across her face, but there’s a hint of vulnerability lurking there.
“Don’t ever think you’re not enough, Jas. Always remember that in my eyes, you’re the hot biker with a heart of gold.”
Her fingers trace gentle circles over her still-growing belly, her brows knitting slightly in concern.
“What is it?” I ask softly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek. “Is everything okay with the baby?”
She hesitates, eyes dropping briefly before meeting mine again. “The baby is fine. He’s going to be a linebacker by the looks of things.”
I slide one hand down and splay my hand against her belly. “Sorry he’s getting so big and kicking your organs.” As a man, I can’t even imagine how awful that must be.
“That’s not the problem.”
“Then what is, darlin’? Tell me all about it. If I can fix it, I will.”
She glances away, clearly embarrassed. “I’m getting stretch marks, big, ugly ones.”
“Yeah, that’s the kind of thing that happens when you’re carrying a linebacker.”
“It’s just that… you have all those club girls downstairs, beautiful and flawless. I’m just worried that one day, you won’t see me as attractive anymore.”
Her voice cracks when she speaks about one of her darkest fears out loud. I silence her gently with another kiss, soft yet insistent, pulling away only when I feel her relax beneath my touch. My hand moves tenderly across her belly, pulling up her shirt and unbuttoning and unzipping her pants.
“These marks,” I whisper as I stroke her stomach and hold her gaze steady, “are all part of the woman I love. They’re proof that you sacrificed your body to carry our child.
No one downstairs or anywhere else in the entire fuckin’ world compares to you.
” I press my palm softly against her belly, “This is everything to me. I’ll never want anyone else but you.
In my family, women aren’t disposable. They’re cherished. ”
Her eyes shine, the tension fading entirely from her expression.
“I love you,” she whispers, as she cups my face gently in her hands, pulling me closer again.
When her lips find mine, warmth spreads through me, making my cock hard for her.
Being with her like this, close and vulnerable, fills me with certainty that Tessa is everything I’ve always needed, and exactly who I was meant to be with.
I eagerly remove her clothing, leaving kisses, playful nips that I know she loves, along with licks to soothe the sting away on each bit of exposed skin as I go. She moans, her skin warming beneath my touch, her breath hitches slightly with every teasing touch.
Tessa’s hands move to my cut, carefully sliding it off my shoulders.
Her soft touches always stir deep, powerful emotions in my chest. She places it aside before continuing to undress me with quiet, purposeful movements.
I never knew that men could feel cherished before I met Tessa—not big, rough bikers anyway.
But that’s the closest word that describes how moments like this make me feel.
Settling beside her, I softly trail my fingers across her belly, gently tracing the curves and contours. Leaning closer, I press tender kisses against her skin. My cock is rock hard, but I won’t rush her—not for anything. I want her wet, willing, and aching for me by the time I’m inside her.
Foreplay always begins with me licking at least one orgasm out of her. She’s come to expect it, and I don’t ever disappoint her. Truth be told, I need her taste on my tongue.
I kiss my way down her body, stopping to enjoy the breasts that will soon be off-limits to me while she’s breastfeeding our son. I’m a patient man. She can’t breastfeed forever, I console myself.
Her scent overwhelms me, making it difficult to go at a leisurely pace.
It’s the same every time my mouth is on her—I act like a starving animal that’s never tasted good pussy before.
I make long sweeps with my tongue a few times to gather up as much of her honey as possible before focusing on her clit.
I circle around it while holding her open with both thumbs.
I know that I’m doing a good job by how she moans and wiggles on the bed.
When her hand grabs my hair, I smile. That means she wants to come right away.
I know all her little gestures and what they mean because I pay fuckin’ careful attention to every detail of what goes on with my old lady.
I quickly suck her clit and slide one finger into her core.
The second I touch her g-spot, she comes for me.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she says breathlessly.
I pop my head up long enough to say smugly, “Oh, I know.”
She laughs and pulls me up, wrapping her legs around me.
“You ready for the good stuff already?” I ask playfully. “I thought you might want to rest for a second.”
“No, I want to feel you inside me,” she says as she rolls over onto her side and presses her ass against my painfully hard cock.
I don’t waste any time spooning her, so her back rests securely against my chest. This way, I can hold her close without pressing on her baby bump.
Notching myself at her wet core, I slide inside, thinking that soon there won’t be enough room for me inside her soft, accommodating body. I try to be gentle for the baby’s sake.
But Tessa isn’t having it tonight. “Harder, babe. You know what I like.”
Her voice is so needy I can hardly refuse.
I slide one arm up to rest over her shoulder to get leverage to thrust harder.
Sounds of her pleasure fill my ears. That’s what I need to hear in order to come.
My free hand drifts from her belly to her breast, teasing her nipple as my mouth whispers nasty shit that no woman should hear—much less like—in her ear.
I tell her that she’s the hottest fuckin’ woman I’ve ever fucked and I get hard just looking at her naked. How much I enjoyed that time she got on her knees for me in the shower and sucked my cock, and most of all, how much I love licking that first orgasm out of her every time we fuck.
She doesn’t last long and neither do I. We move together, roughly, and finish together. I can feel her clench down on my cock just before I fill her up with my seed. I fuckin’ love every single thing about this situation. Being with her makes me whole for the first time in my life.
Afterward, I hold her close, carefully adjusting the pillows to ensure her comfort.
I can’t help but think about how much Tessa has transformed my life.
Once, I was a lonely biker with nothing but my family, the club, and an occasional club whore to ease my way.
Now I have an old lady who loves me, a son on the way, and a chance at the kind of life I could only dream about before.
Now, I just have to prove to myself that I’m worthy of the love of a good woman.