Chapter Twenty-Nine
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PREACH
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“Well, what do you think?” I ask as I look around the vacant house and have to fight to keep a growl from escaping my throat. I’ve been looking for a place for us since the day we got back from Kansas City. Everything has been too small or too fuckin’ expensive, so we’re gonna be stuck in this dump.
“It’s nice,” Daisy replies, a huge ass smile on her face.
I stare at her a minute, just shaking my head. She has been as happy as hell since we got here. Can’t she see what a shithole this place is? It’s fuckin’ tiny, with only two bedrooms and a living room and kitchen combined. Shit, the damn washer and dryer are stuck in the bathroom closet because there isn’t even a laundry room. The only plus side is that it does have a fuckin’ huge back yard. It should be plenty of room for the baby to play.
“It’s a piece of shit,” I say as I kick a loose floorboard. “I wanted to give you something we could be proud to call home, but this place is all I can afford.”
She walks to me and wraps her arms around my waist. “I will be proud to call it my home, because I’ll be sharing it with you.”
I ignore her words and continue to bitch. “It’s too damn small.”
“I like the house, but if you don’t, we can keep looking.”
“It’s the only fuckin’ two bedroom for rent in the whole damn town.” At least, the only one my worthless ass can afford. “We need the second bedroom for when the baby gets here.”
“The house is the perfect size for us.”
It’s definitely not the perfect I had envisioned. I shake my head, not meeting her eyes. “I fucked up. We shouldn’t have to rent a damn place. We should be buying something of our own. I’ve made a ton of cash over the years, and I blew it all. I can’t even tell you where it went. I was too damn drunk most of the time to remember.”
“It doesn’t matter. We’ll get one of our own later. It isn’t like I’m gonna kick your ass to the curb anytime soon,” she says, trying to get me out of my fucked up mood. It doesn’t work.
It does matter. It matters a hell of a lot. If I hadn’t fucked up so bad, we would be buying our own house right now. “I wanted to give you a place to call home, not some temporary place to lay your head down at night.”
She squeezes my waist and lays her head against my chest. “No matter where I lay my head down at night, I’ll always be home as long as you’re beside me. You are my home.”
Damn, how the hell did I get so lucky? “I love you so damn much.”
She looks up to me and opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, the old bastard that owns the house walks in. “What do you think of the place?”
I’m tempted to tell him it’s a fuckin’ dump, but I don’t. It took me two weeks of negotiations and a favor from the clubs’ attorney to even get this viewing, so I figure it’s best just to keep my feelings to myself. There are two kinds of people in Big Clifty; those that love the club and all the money it brings into the town, and those that would give their last dollar to see the club gone. This man is definitely one of the latter.
Daisy turns to him. “I love it. It’s just right for us.”
He looks between us, his eyes honing in on me. “I just want to remind you, once again, that there will be no parties here. If I find out that there’s any kind of ruckus going on, I will have to ask you to move out.”
It’s one thing to keep my mouth shut about what a piece of crap the house is, but I refuse to take shit from him. “I’ve already told you that there won’t be any fuckin’ parties,” I say in a near shout.
His eyes narrow as he stares down his nose at me. “I don’t appreciate that type of language in my presence.”
I’m just about to tell him to go fuck himself when Daisy speaks up. “We promise not to have any parties. We’re expecting our first child in a few months, so a party is the last thing on our minds.”
His eyes go straight to her little bump, and he smiles. “I’m expecting my first grandchild next week.”
Daisy spends the next thirty minutes schmoozing him. By the time she’s done, they’re acting like best friends. “You can move in on the first, Mr. and Mrs. Austin.”
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Ice shakes her head. “I swear he wouldn’t leave me alone all night. Every time I thought he was done, he was raring to go again.”
I shake my head at Ice and let out a laugh. “Poor you.”
“More like my poor pussy,” she says as she wiggles in her seat.
“That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea. I’ll probably be walking around like I got a broom stick up my twat for days.”
God, this girl is crazy. She hasn’t stopped talking, or rather complaining, since she and Kidd got back from the city. Last night was her birthday, so he planned on taking her to a concert in the city. She spent hours picking out her dress, and the minute he saw her in it, he tore it off. They ended up spending the entire night in their room, missing the concert.
“Did you at least have fun?”
“Oh, hell yes.” A huge smile spreads across her face, and she leans closer to me. “He got really creative—really, really creative. He used his belt to tie me to the headboard and...”
She goes on to tell me about some of the freakiest, but also hottest sex I have ever heard of. By the time she’s done, I’m damn near panting. “Uhm... I think I need to go find Preach.”
Without waiting for a reply, I jump off the couch and rush outside. Preach is standing beside his bike with a wrench in his hand, surrounded by a few of the brothers. My attention is focused on him though. His shirt is lying over the handlebars, and the sun is highlighting every ripple of his abs. I swear he looks good enough to eat. In fact, I may just do that.
He smiles and lifts his chin. “Hey, Little Flower.”
“I need to talk to you in our room,” I say as soon as I reach him.
“Can it wait a few minutes? I’ll be done soon.”
I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the ache. If anything, it just makes it worse. “I really need to talk to you now.”
His eyes narrow, and he looks me up and down. “Is something wrong?”
“Uhmmm....” God, I wish we were in our house already, so I wouldn’t have to broadcast everything to the entire club, but we have three more days here. “I just need to talk to you.”
He stares at my wiggling legs. “What the fuck, babe? Are you hurting or something?”
So much for being vague, I lean forward and whisper into his ear. “I’m horny. I want, no I need you to get your ass inside and fuck me.”
Yes, I said fuck. I’m not sure if I’ve ever actually said it before, at least not when I wasn’t really pissed, but it seemed appropriate for this situation.
He lifts a brow. “Come again.”
Well, that’s what I’m hoping to do, again and again! I blow out an exasperated breath and look into his eyes, forgetting that there are others around to hear my words. “Do you love me?”
“What kind of fuckin’ question is that? You know I love you.”
“Well then, get your ass inside and do your husbandly duty.”
I hear the guys laugh, but I’m too desperate to be embarrassed.
I think it finally hits him that I’m being serious, because his lips spread into the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He lifts his hand to his head and salutes me. “Yes, ma’am.”
I turn around, not waiting to see if he’s following, and rush to our room. As soon as I step inside, I start to jerk off my clothes. I hear him walk inside and close door, but I’m too focused on taking off my jeans to look at him.
“Hurry,” I cry as I wiggle out of my panties.
I hear Preach laugh as I turn to run toward the bed. “Laugh all you want. Your ass is not the one dealing with pregnancy hormones.”
“Maybe not, but I am the one that has to watch my woman’s tits grow every day.”
Cupping my breasts, I smile at him. “They’re amazing, aren’t they?”
He finally kicks off his boxers and walks toward the bed, his already rock hard cock leading the way. “They’re fuckin’ glorious.”
Not wanting to waste time, I lay back and spread my legs. He crawls right between them, stopping to kiss my inner thigh. “I don’t suppose you’re patient enough to let me have a taste.”
My clit pulses at the thought, but he’s right. I’m not nearly patient enough. I need him inside me right now. “No, we can do that later. There’s no time to play right now.”
He chuckles as he makes his way up my body. He holds himself up with his arms, keeping his weight from my belly. “You know the rules, babe. Once my dick’s been in there, my mouth isn’t going nowhere near your pussy.”
Hmm, that doesn’t seem quite fair. “You love for me to do that to you after we have sex.”
“That’s different.”
“How so?”
He tilts his head to the side and smiles. “Babe, I’ve tasted your pussy. It’s fuckin’ delicious. I’ve never tasted my cock, and I don’t plan on that changing.”
Good answer; still unfair, but good. “I like the way you taste too.”
“That’s good to know. I’ll let you enjoy my flavor later.” With that, he starts to rub himself up and down through my slick folds.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer to me. “I already told you, no playing.”
“Baby, it’s not playing. It’s called preparation.”
“I saw you walk to the bed, and it didn’t look like you needed any preparation.” I move my hips, spreading my juices over his dick. “Does it feel like I need any?”
He goes to his knees and lines himself up to my entrance. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushes inside of me inch by inch. “No, Little Flower. I don’t think you need anything but my cock right now.”