by A. M. Myers
“Sure.”
He blinks. “Wait. Really?”
“No, you asshole,” she says, laughing as she shakes her head. “God, guys have no fucking game anymore. It’s all casual hook-ups, coffee dates, and dick pics.”
Izzy finally relaxes into my lap as she laughs at Alice’s response and I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her as close as she’ll allow.
“What’s wrong with dick pics?” Jumper asks as he takes a sip of his beer. A burp pierces the silence and I wince. Jesus, is he drunk already? This kid grew up on the road with his parents, who are bounty hunters, so he was homeschooled and sometimes it really shows like a few days ago with Izzy or now. Alice leans away from him and looks over at Smith for help, who just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“Knock it the fuck off, Jump, or I’ll let Smoke kick your ass in the ring again,” Storm says and Jumper narrows his eyes at me for a moment before he turns back to Alice and leans closer to her with a wink.
“If you don’t like dick pics, we could go upstairs and I’ll give you a private show.”
She holds her hand up over her nose. “Ew, no.”
“Aw, come on, baby. I could show you a good time.”
Storm slams his fist on the table and Jumper jerks in his seat. “Go upstairs and sleep it off, Jump. You’re acting an awful lot like the guys we help women get away from.”
“No, I’m…”
“Enough!” Storm yells, pointing to the stairs. “Upstairs. Now. Or I really will let someone kick your ass again.”
Jumper slams his bottle down on the table and stands up, staring down at the floor like a scolded child as he marches across the room and heads upstairs to his room. Chance sighs, shaking his head.
“He needs to get his shit together. We can’t have that kind of crap around here.”
Storm nods. “I know.”
“I swear to God, I’ve never met someone so in love with his own cock,” Izzy says, leaning back into me with a grin as the tension in the room breaks. I savor her warm scent as it surrounds me. “And that’s saying something.”
“Right?” Alice scoffs, taking another sip of her beer. “Do you know I’ve gotten three dick pics from men just this week? It’s out of control.”
“Who the fuck is it?” Smith asks. “I’ll make sure they leave you the fuck alone.”
She shakes her head. “It won’t matter. It’ll just be new guys next week who see my pics on Instagram and decide that I’m dying to know what their johnson looks like.”
“Men,” Izzy cuts in, rolling her eyes. “Dick pics are so outdated. If ya’ll really want to entice a woman to give you the time of day, send her a video of you jerking off. Consensually, of course.”
“And with sound!” Ali adds and at least three of my brothers start choking on their beer as all the girls around us laugh, some of them nodding in agreement. I glance up at my woman with wide eyes and she just grins.
“Definitely with sound,” Juliette says and Moose turns to look at his wife like she’s grown a second head. Color rushes to her cheeks as she peeks up at him. He reaches under the table before downing the rest of his beer and leaning into her side. They whisper about something for a moment and he stands, nodding to us.
“We gotta head out.”
Izzy snorts. “Yeah, I bet you do.”
“Us, too,” Henn calls, standing up and throwing Kady over his shoulder like a rag doll as she squeals. He starts walking toward the door without another word and she smacks his ass, making him grin. Streak and Rowan also take their leave, scooping up their two daughters as they practically run out of the clubhouse like it’s on fire.
I can’t say that I blame them. All I want to do right now is throw Izzy’s defiant little ass in my truck, take her home, and give her a private floor show featuring me just to see how worked up I could make her. My mind flashes back to the other night when she touched herself in front of me and I barely hold back a groan.
“Damn, Izzy,” Storm quips, shifting in his chair and dragging his gaze away from his wife who is grinning like the cat that ate the canary. “You really know how to clear a room.”
Her answering smile is pure evil as she raises the glass of tea to her lips and takes a sip. It makes my cock jerk underneath her as need rushes through my bloodstream in an instant. I know she felt it but the only indication I get is the quick intake of air as she shrugs. “What can I say? I’m very talented.”
Fuck yes, she is.
I don’t know how the hell I’m going to make it happen but I swear to God, I will up and die before I let this glorious creature walk away from me.
Chapter Seventeen
Isabelle
My phone pings from its spot on the kitchen table in front of me and I scoop it up, glancing down at the screen to unlock it. Once my home screen pops up, I pull up the notification from my pregnancy app and read the message.
Congrats, Izzy!
It’s officially the start of your third trimester.
As you enter the seventh month of your pregnancy, we hope you’re not dealing with common twenty-eight week symptoms like back pain or sciatica but if you are, try a heating pad, a soak in the tub, or some stretching to relieve the pain and tingling in your legs.
Your baby is about two and a half pounds now and measures almost fifteen inches long from head to toe. If you’ve been dreaming about your little one, you might be happy (or shocked) to hear that they are starting to dream this week and could be dreaming of you! They are also learning to blink, adding to their repertoire of coughing, sucking, hiccuping, and breathing!
As you progress through your pregnancy, keep an eye on how you’re feeling and remember to take it easy when you need to. Rest is important for you and your little one.
You’ve got this, Izzy!
Only two more months to go!
A smile stretches across my face and I press my hand to my belly. Sometimes, I truly can’t believe that this is my life now and there is a part of me that knows I didn’t fully accept it all until I told Diego the truth. In the past two weeks, I’ve felt a feeling of contentment I’ve never experienced before, despite the imminent threat to my life, courtesy of Luca. When I think back on the way I was living my life before the little invader made his presence known, I can’t even say that I miss it. Would I love to go out with my girls and dance half the night away? Hell yeah, I would. But do I have any desire to go back to combing through dating sites and dealing with awful dates just to leave some guy’s apartment unsatisfied and pissed off? Nope. Not one bit and to be fair, they weren’t all like that but enough were that I think I was becoming a little bitter about the whole thing.
One thing is that none of them, not a single fucking one, could make me come like Diego does each and every day… multiple times a day. In fact, it’s herculean the way he can command my body, authority in his every action that I never expected to find so damn sexy and yet, it consumes me. His touch lights a fire inside me unlike any I’ve ever felt before and only he knows how to douse it. He works me up and carries me to the top of the cliff before demanding orgasm after orgasm out of me, not stopping until my body is shaking and I’m near tears.
It’s glorious.
But there is also this side to him that is the complete opposite, like two sides of a coin – caring for me in a way that no other man ever has. Not even once. Each night, after we’re both spent, he pulls me into his arms and makes me feel so goddamn safe that I can’t help but drop my guard in those moments. Which is a good thing, I suppose. Diego and I will be forced to be around each other for the next eighteen years so it helps that he is the kind of man I’m proud to call the father of my son. There is no doubt in my mind that he would stop at nothing to keep the two of us safe and it makes it easier to sleep at night.
My phone pings in my hand and I glance down, rolling my eyes when I see the text from Ali. Ever since the get-together at the clubhouse four days ago when Diego pulled me into his lap in front of everyone,
she has been bugging me non-stop about what is going on between the two of us. I haven’t told her anything, though, and it’s making her crazy. My phone pings again.
Ali:
Just tell me.
Ali:
I saw the way he was looking at you, Iz!
I know something is going on.
Shaking my head, I grin as I close out of her messages without replying and set my phone down on the table. I know she’s dying for answers but she won’t like anything I have to say. Diego and I are hooking up and I’m sure she’d salivate over that information if I decided to share it with her but I also know she wouldn’t understand the relationship he and I have. Ali has never been the kind of girl who could do casual sex and when she met Logan, she fell hard and fast so I know she would assume there is something more here. My gaze drifts to Diego, sitting on the couch and watching the baseball game on TV. His tattoos peek out from his t-shirt on every side and I remember the way his inked hands looked dragging across my belly last night, biting back a moan. Almost like he can feel me watching him, he glances up and raises a brow. God, he’s so damn sexy. His brown eyes melt me with just a look and I can’t help but think of the way he pressed my face into the wall of the shower this morning and screwed my brains out.
“Something I can help you with, Mama?”
My grin widens. “Nope.”
“Your mouth says no but your eyes say yes.”
I shift in my seat as butterflies flap around in my belly and my body begins to hum with need. “Hmm, that does sound confusing. What are you going to do?”
“Careful,” he warns, his voice growing deeper as his eyes heat, dragging down to my lips.
Oh, yes!
“You know that’s not my style,” I whisper, flashing him a look that I know drives him crazy as my pussy clenches at the thought of him marching over here and throwing me over his shoulder.
“Isabelle.”
I stand from my chair and tilt my head to the side as I slowly start walking toward him, teasing him. “Why do you always say my name like a curse word?”
“Because it usually is,” he scoffs, never once taking his molten eyes off of me. Reaching down, I toy with the bottom of the sweater he let me borrow earlier as I take deliberate steps to close the distance between us. He shifts his hips and I can see his cock pressing against the front of his jeans.
“I don’t like it.”
He arches a brow again. “Don’t you? Again, your eyes say different.”
“Don’t listen to my eyes,” I whisper, shaking my head as I stop in the middle of the living room and pull the sweater over my head. “They aren’t very honest.”
“Actually, they might be the most honest part of you,” he retorts, his voice full of gravel. As he licks his lips, he runs his hand down the length of his thigh, watching me closely as I begin to walk forward again in my shorts and tank top.
“And what are they saying now?”
He flashes me the most devilish grin I’ve ever seen in my life. “That you need me to make you scream.”
I can’t stop the moan that rips free from my throat and his smile grows as he crooks his finger, demanding with just a look that I stop this little tease and join him on the couch. Where would the fun be in that though?
“Maybe I’ll go make myself scream.”
“Mama,” he growls, sending a shiver down my spine. Fuck. I love it when he calls me that in that sultry voice of his. “We both know your own fingers won’t satisfy you the way I can.”
I scoff, looking away from him for a second as I stew. I’m torn. There is a part of me that wants to argue his point but the other part knows he’s right, knows that if I did what I’m threatening, I would just end up here again, looking for relief. My stomach growls loudly, distracting me for a moment and I sigh as I turn back to Diego.
“Okay, I’ll…”
“Have you eaten anything today?” he asks, cutting me off with a “I dare you to try” look in his eyes and I bite my lip, taking a step back as I shake my head.
“I wasn’t hungry.”
Without a word, he stands and closes the distance between us quickly. When he reaches me, he gently grips my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes to his and my nipples pebble as I lick my lips. I love it when he gets all bossy and dominating like this, even if I am in a little bit of trouble.
“Go sit your ass on that couch and I’ll get you something to eat.”
I try to pull back but his hand slips around my waist, keeping me trapped against him. “Or what?”
“Or,” he whispers, leaning in and letting his lips hover over mine. Our eyes stay locked on each other and my body buzzes with desire so strong that it feels like my knees are going to buckle. “I’ll spank your perfect little ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of the day.”
I scoff.
“And I’ll edge you for hours, driving you so close to that peak that you get a tiny taste of the relief you need but I won’t let you come. Not once.”
My mouth pops open and as I stare into his brown depths, I know he’s completely serious. He one hundred percent would do everything he just threatened and more and I hate it. Ripping my face from his grip, I narrow my eyes at him.
“I hate you.”
He laughs and pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss before he releases me. “No, you don’t.”
“I actually do this time,” I call as he moves around me, heading into the kitchen to get me some food. Crossing my arms over my chest again, I stare at the couch and run through my options. Every single cell in my body is saying I shouldn’t give in to his demands. It sets a dangerous precedent, after all, but those same cells are also screaming in agony over how badly I need the release he promised me. Sure, I could just go use the vibrator in my bag but it won’t even be half as good and we both know it.
“Motherfucker,” I mutter under my breath as I stomp across the room and slam my ass onto the couch as I level a glare at him in the kitchen. He peeks over at me and chuckles under his breath and I swear to all that is holy, if he calls me a good girl right now, I’ll scratch his damn eyes out. As I watch him work, I think about doing the same to him and I can’t help but grin. Maybe when I wake up to pee in the middle of the night, I’ll tie his ass to the bed and tease the fuck out of him until he’s yelling more threats at me. Although, I’d have to let him go at some point and it would be worse for me then.
Gah.
I truly hate this.
There is only one other time in my life that I let a man have this much power over me and to say it ended badly would be an understatement. He and I were electric together and the highs were so damn high that it felt like I was flying but the lows… Fuck. The lows almost killed me. I push those thoughts from my head as quickly as they break through, desperate to not go back to that time in my life when it felt too hard to even open my eyes and face the day.
“What’s that look for?” Diego asks, snapping me out of my thoughts and I suck in a breath as I look up at him. He is standing next to the dining room table with a concerned scowl on his face and a plate in his hand. I shake my head.
“Nothing.”
He sighs. “Don’t lie to me, Izzy. I get there are things you don’t want to talk about but say that instead of acting like I’m some kind of fucking moron.”
“Okay,” I whisper, fighting the urge to hide from him in this moment. I hate how much he sees me, the real me, like no one else can. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Nodding, he sets the plate down on the table and moves the chair parallel with the table before sinking into it and directing me to join him. My brows knit together as I stand up and walk over to him, curious, and he watches me, his eyes heating as they roam over my body. The desire returns in an instant. When I stop in front of him, he drags his gaze up my legs and my belly to my tits before stopping on my lips as his tongue darts out to wet his own. Air rushes out of my lungs as my nipples pebble and my
pussy throbs, waiting for his next move. He grabs my hand, holding it gently in his own and meeting my eyes as he gives it a tug, pulling me into his lap.
A yelp of surprise is yanked from my throat as I fall into his body. He moves my hand to his shoulder and I grip the firm muscle there as he grabs my hips, settling me into his lap. I’m straddling his thighs, my core brushing up against his denim covered erection and I release a breath as I rub against it, desperate for more. The chair is too tall for my feet to touch the floor with Diego underneath me and they dangle on either side of the chair as I look up at him again.
“I thought you were going to feed me,” I pant, rubbing him and he snakes an arm around my waist, holding me still as he nods.
“That’s coming.” His hands slip under my tank top and he lightly drags his fingertips across my skin. With a gasp, I arch my back as a war tears through me – one side desperately wanting more while the other knows I won’t survive his teasing this time. He does it again, dragging his fingers down my spine and I moan, wiggling on his lap as I press my chest into his face, begging for more. Unfortunately for me, he doesn’t seem to be in much of a hurry.
“Please.” Yes, I’m begging him and yes, I hate every single second of it. Especially when amusement lights up his eyes and he fights back a grin. He loves driving me to this point, lives for it. Watching my face, he drags his fingers to my hip and I try to rock my core against him but his other arm holds me steady, not letting me move an inch.
“You ready for more?”
I nod frantically. “Yes.”
“Stand up and take off all your clothes,” he commands. His voice is granite, leaving no room for argument or debate. Not that I would at a time like this. To emphasize that point, I wiggle off of his lap as quickly as I can, eager to remove all barriers between us. Standing in front of him, I shed my shorts and panties as he pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. Tattoos cover the entire upper half of his body and my mind flashes back to last night when I laid in bed next to him, tracing over the lines with my finger as I fell asleep. Diego pulls his belt through the loops on his jeans and the leather snaps when it finally comes free, snapping me out of my thoughts. I watch him as he sets it on the table next to my plate of food and my eyes widen.
