PREGNANT AT THE ALTAR: Immortal Souls MC

by Claire St. Rose

  “Where are you parked?” I asked.

  “Parked?”

  “Yes, where is your car?”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Emily

  When he kissed me like that, it felt like every nerve ending in my body was firing. I was terrified of this. He was everything I had ever thought a man should be. The moment I’d told him I wanted him to take what he’d wanted, his charm had turned on and he’d radiated sex as if he was a beacon. His mouth had dropped slightly, and even though he’d tried to be civil about it, I knew his body had reacted to what I’d said.

  I wanted this. I was terrified, but I wanted it. I wanted him to take control, to take me away from the organized, routine life I had. I wanted someone else to be in charge for a change.

  When he let me go again, I felt like my body was already melting. My heart thundered in my chest and heat flushed through my body.

  “Where is your car?” he asked. We were going to do this right now? Fear threatened to strangle me. I’d had sex in mind, but somehow I’d thought it would be different. Maybe we would go to my place, or to his. Or we would make a date for a later time.

  But I had told him that I wanted him to take whatever he wanted. If I gave him control, that meant that I would have to let him do what I asked him to do. I would have to let him take the control.

  It was much easier said than done, though. It was easy to say that I wanted to give up control. It was a different story that I was actually doing it. I pushed away the fear, the nerves, and the little voice telling me that it was a bad idea. Just because the last time I’d lost control I’d lost Chrissy didn’t meant that losing control now was a bad thing.

  For some reason, I trusted Daniel. I didn’t know why. He wasn’t your model-type citizen; he looked like trouble. All that leather and tattoos didn’t exactly spell out safety, but I still wanted him to take all the control, and I somehow felt that it would all be okay. So I nodded and took his hand.

  His hand was so big my hand disappeared in it. It was warm, too. Warm and able.

  I led him to the parking lot behind the hospital. My car was the last one left. Most of the nurses on duty at the ER took the subway home. All the other doctors whose bays had their names on it were day doctors. We were completely alone.

  I unlocked my SUV and opened the driver’s door.

  “Let’s get in the back,” Daniel said.

  I swallowed, nervous as hell. But I nodded and did as he asked. This was ridiculously difficult. I didn’t know how I was even going to go through with this. I kept on seeing Chrissy’s face in my mind, and the feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong accompanied it.

  We got in the back of the SUV, and Daniel shut the door. He reached for my hand, took the key and pressed the lock button. I heard the mechanical locking system slide into place. The windows of the SUV were tinted. Thank God for that.

  Daniel didn’t waste any time. He scooted across the leather back seat toward me. His hand reached behind my head, and he pulled out the elastic band that held my hair together. I had the feeling he’d done this before. When my hair was loose, he ran his fingers through it.

  “Your hair is amazing,” he said. I smiled and shrugged. I didn’t have time to cut it, or do anything else with it for that matter. “You know, we don’t have to do this.”

  His eyes bored into mine, sincere. If I said no, he would let me go, get out of my car, and walk away without thinking twice. I knew that. But I wanted this. Some carnal part of me had wanted him since I’d seen him the first time, and I was tired of rationalizing all the reasons why I shouldn’t do it.

  “I want to do this,” I said.

  He nodded. That had been the question. He wasn’t going to ask again. If I wanted it to stop, I was going to have to come up with it myself. He leaned in and kissed me again, sliding his hand up to the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair. His tongue pushed into my mouth and twirled around mine, lazy circles that turned urgent fairly quickly.

  His breathing changed, getting more erratic. It matched my own.

  When he reached up and put his hand on my breast, I gasped. His skin burned me through my shirt. He started massaging me, rubbing my nipple with his thumb, working me up into a state of lust that hadn’t been there a moment before. I’d anticipated what was going to happen, the heat had been there, but it wasn’t how it was now.

  Heat pooled between my legs and I arched my back so that I pressed my breast into his hand. His caressing grew more intense. The hand behind my head curled into a fist until he had a handful of hair tightly locked in his grip. He didn’t pull my hair so that it hurt, but he had me in a grip that made me do what he was asking. It was erotic, and my body responded. I was wet for him, and we hadn’t even done anything.

  Releasing my breast, he found the hem of my shirt and pulled it up. He let go of my hair to pull it over my head, and I raised my arms to help him. When I sat in front of him in just my bra, he looked down at me with a face that looked like he wanted to devour me. I felt like covering up.

  “God, you’re so hot,” he said, staring at my breasts as if he hadn’t seen breasts before. It made me feel strangely confident. In a burst of courage, I moved, swinging my leg over his so that I was sitting on his lap. My breasts were just below his face. I put my arms around his neck and looked at him, letting him do what he wanted to.

  He reached up and grabbed both of them, one in each hand. He stroked them through the satin material of my bra, pushing them up. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, moaning.

  He let go of my breasts after a moment and reached behind me, unclipping the bra. He pulled it off, and I was topless in front of him. I would have been shy if I didn’t want him so badly, but the lust overrode any inhibitions.

  Daniel dipped his head, took one nipple into his mouth, and massaged my breast with his hand while he sucked on me. I moaned, running my fingers through his hair, gasping for breath. He used his tongue and his teeth, alternating sucking and nibbling, and he drove me crazy.

  “Oh, my God,” I mumbled. He murmured something against my skin that I missed, but I didn’t care as long as he kept going.

  His other hand found its way between my legs, and he started rubbing me through my pants. The sensation was amazing. He wasn’t even inside my pants yet and heat licked through my body. I wanted more. God, I wanted so much more.

  As if he knew what I was thinking, Daniel let go of me, put his hands under my ass, and lifted me up. He tipped me and lay me down on my back on the seats. There wasn’t a lot of space to move, but somehow he got my pants down my legs and off. He threw them in the foot well and crawled back over my body. He pulled off his leather vest in the process and ended up without a shirt on top of me.

  His chest was covered in tattoos, the sleeve on his arm curling onto his left pectoral. On the right, there was a design that looked like it ran onto his back, and he had Chinese letters running down the side.

  I ran my hands over the tattoos and he shuddered.

  He didn’t leave me a lot of time to admire his body. He lowered his face to mine and kissed me again, moving his hips against mine. He ground his erection into me. I shifted my legs so that I was open and ready for him, and let myself go.

  The sensation was amazing. He coaxed a wild, animalistic kind of lust out of me. I kissed him back with fury, and he smiled against my mouth.

  “Do these seats go down?” he asked.

  It took me a moment to realize what he was asking.

  “I think so,” I said. I hadn’t put them down since I’d bought the car. He lifted himself up from me and looked around the top of the seat. He found what he was looking for and put down the one seat and then the other. They went all the way down so that the whole back part including the trunk at the back was one flat space. It was pretty cool, actually. He looked at me, and there was hunger in his eyes.

  “There we go,” he said. His voice was a lot deeper than usual, thick and velvety. He didn’t waste
time wondering and asking questions. He unbuckled his pants and got out of them, dumping them with the rest of our clothes. Then he took hold of me around the waist and pulled me toward him, pulling my body under his so that we were lying down in my car. He was on his side next to me, and he pulled my panties down. He opened my legs with his hand and position himself between them.

  I glanced down and saw him, naked and fully erect. The tip glistened, and I shivered. He leaned down and kissed me again, rolling half onto me so that I took some of his weight. He was heavy, but in a reassuring way. He kissed me for a moment, not doing anything else, and then he rolled over me completely, holding himself up on his arms. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I sucked in my breath.

  His eyes bore into mine, electric blue and full of expectation, pupils dilated, and then he pushed into me. I gasped when he entered me. He was big, stretching me. My body yielded and adjusted to him, and he slid in all the way to the hilt.

  I moaned when he was all the way inside of me, and I shuddered under him.

  He paused only a moment before he started moving. His cock was hard inside of me, and he started moving in and out. The friction washed another wave of heat through me, and I moaned.

  He rocked his hips against mine, pushing in and out, pumping harder. I moved back and forth on the rough surface in my car, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I might get carpet burn. Then the thought was erased when he leaned down and kissed me again, keeping up his pace with his hips.

  He pumped into me, harder and faster. He pushed up against my cervix, pumping harder and harder. He thrust into me, and at some point, the rhythm became animalistic, his hormones taking over. His head was in my neck, and he groaned and panted in my ear. My breathing came out in gasps in the same rhythm he was fucking me.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my fingers into his hair. I held onto him and let him rock my body at his pace.

  An orgasm started building inside of me. Heat built up, and he coaxed the flame into a fire, and then into a raging furnace. My moans got louder and more erratic as the orgasm took shape, and he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My body grew hotter and hotter, and my belly was on fire. I couldn’t feel my legs.

  I was aware of his body and how it covered my own almost completely. Our skin was slick with sweat where we touched each other, and he slid over my body as he pumped in and out. My breasts were against his chest.

  The orgasm built quickly all of a sudden and the next moment it was on me. Fire spread out from my core through my entire body, fanning out to my extremities. I cried out, curling my arms and legs around Daniel’s body. I spasmed against him, riding out the orgasm. He stopped pumping, knowing that I needed him to wait.

  When the orgasm subsided and I dropped my head back, loosening my arms and legs from around his legs and back, he smiled. His eyes were still dilated and riddled with lust. I moaned, gasping in deep breaths of air.

  He pulled out of me. I felt empty, the sudden change in my body leaving me feeling vulnerable. But Daniel wasn’t done yet.

  He pulled my hip, urging me to roll over. I did, and when I was almost all the way on my stomach he pulled my hips with both hand so that I stood on all fours facing away from him.

  He positioned himself behind me, hands still on my hips, and pushed into me. The movement was quick and erotic, and I braced myself with my arms. He started moving again and my body moved back and forth, as he resumed his pumping. My breasts hung down from my body and swung back and forth, too, and felt his balls slap my clit every time he pushed into me.

  He picked up speed again, but this time it was something completely different. It was as if he’d been taking it slow before. He pushed into me with a renewed vigor, pushing in much deeper than before. I lifted my head and cried out.

  He reached forward and grabbed hold of my hair again, the same way he had when we’d gotten started. Again, it didn’t hurt, but it reminded me who was in control.

  He held me in place and rode me from behind, pumping harder and harder. I had thought that losing control would scare me too much. I hadn’t thought I would enjoy it like this, but I was wrong. This was a new kind of bliss, a release of all the pent up terror I’d been carrying with me for so long. Losing control wasn’t bad. In fact, it was good.

  Fucking good.

  Another orgasm built inside of me. Daniel stroked my G-spot with his cock, brushing up against it with every thrust in and pull out. The second orgasm was different. It built up from a place much, much deeper than before.

  As if Daniel knew what my body was doing, he reached his other hand around and pushed his fingers into my slit, finding my clit. He moved his fingers around while he pumped into me from behind, and he coaxed the orgasm to life with a few quick strokes.

  Before I knew it, I was falling again. This time the orgasm shattered through me. I cried out, my arms trembling as I struggled to keep myself up. Daniel orgasmed just after I did. I felt him go rigid inside of me. He thrust all the way in and stayed there. I could feel him pulsating, shooting his load into me. The combination of his orgasm and mine was powerful, and my arms buckled. I leaned on my elbows, ass in the air, Daniel buried deep inside of me.

  It took a moment for both of us to come down from the ecstasy we’d created. He slipped out of me, and then crawled next to me before we both collapsed. We lay side by side in my car, panting for breath.

  “Fuck,” he said in a breathless voice.

  “I know,” I answered.

  His phone rang.

  “Shit,” he said and picked it up, glancing at the screen. “I have to take this.”

  He glanced at me apologetically and then answered without waiting for permission. He spoke into the phone in short sentences, and he didn’t sound happy.

  “I have to go,” he said after he hung up. “I’m sorry.”

  I nodded. The honest truth was that I wanted him to go. I didn’t want him to stay and cuddle. I didn’t know how I felt about everything that had just happened, and I needed time to regroup.

  “It’s okay,” I said when he looked at me with another apologetic look. “Really. Go.”

  He fished for his clothes and got dressed. After he was done, he helped me put up the seats and waited until I’d found my clothes too before opening the door. When he was out he turned to me.

  “Can I call you?” he asked.

  I smiled and nodded. I didn’t want to spoon romantically, but the fact that he wanted to call me made me feel like I hadn’t just been a quick fuck. I gave him my number and then kissed him.

  “I’ll call you soon,” he said and jogged to his bike. I waited until he was gone before I opened my phone and texted Sarah. I smiled while I typed in the words.

  Mission accomplished.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Daniel

  I wasn’t the kind of person who usually called a woman after having sex. When I got a girl in my bed—or in her car, as the case may be—I left it at that. I didn’t do commitment. I didn’t do callbacks. I didn’t do feelings.

  Except with Emily, it was different. After we’d had sex in her car in the parking lot, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. And I didn’t want her to get me out of her mind, either. The next afternoon, when I had a break in work, I called her.

  It was corny. It was cliché. It was the right thing to do.

  “I wanted you to know that I’m thinking about you. And about last night,” I said when she answered in a sleepy voice.

  “I’m thinking about last night, too,” she said. She made a small moaning sound that made me think of sex, and my body reacted, a stirring in my pants that had me tugging on my buckle.

  “I have to go,” I said, chuckling. “You have yourself a good day.”

  “Oh, I will,” she said, and there was a smile in her voice. I hung up, smiling, too. She was different from the rest of them. When I looked at her, I didn’t just see a body I wanted to fuck. I saw a personality I wanted to get to know.

&n
bsp; My phone rang in my hand, and I answered.

  “You’ve been a stranger,” Ruby’s voice came over the phone, and I could hear she was pouting. I could imagine it, too. It was her favorite face to pull.

  “I’ve been busy,” I said. With Emily. The thought of her made me break out in shivers.

  “Right.” Ruby didn’t sound like she believed me. “Well, you’re about to get busier. We’ve got two guys that we need to track down. Are you coming into the office today?”

  Ruby’s offices were on the other side of town, but I could swing by.

  “Sure,” I said and hung up. I wasn’t interested in any other kind of conversation—except what was absolutely necessary.

  Ben came out of the cramped little office at the club with a stack of papers.