Sometimes she wondered if she should also use the equipment in the shed. On those days where things could get overwhelming and dark. Especially after a restless night of nightmares.
Diamond had told her if she and Stella wanted to learn to kick box, she’d be glad to drive up for a few days and teach them. Or they could come down to Shadow Valley to her gym where she taught it. She just needed a couple more weeks to recover from Sawyer’s birth and she’d be ready to get back to business.
Sig moved behind the counter, grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and filled it under the faucet. He downed most of it before lowering the glass, a few dribbles of water sliding into the wiry hairs on his chin. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Working on the motel’s spreadsheet. The books are a freaking mess and it’s going to take me weeks to straighten it all out. I haven’t even touched the repo business’s books yet. And Dutch wants me to start handling the garage’s books, too. He said, quote, goddamn numbers are the fuckin’ devil. I told him I don’t agree, but he just flapped a hand in my direction.” Dutch could be a grumpy old man but had a good heart.
“You gonna do ‘em?”
“Yes. It’s money for us. But... I need a place to work, Sig. The counter isn’t working now that I’m responsible for all the books from all the club businesses. Well, except for Justice Bail Bonds. But Deacon’s been talking about handing them over to me also. If I get a little office somewhere, maybe I can do the bookkeeping for some outside businesses, too.” She raised her eyebrows. “Make some money to help pay for things?”
Sig finished gulping down the rest of the water in the glass, then he just left it on the counter. Which was typical Sig. “Not in town.”
“No,” she murmured. “Maybe not in town. Not yet.”
“Will talk to Trip ‘bout it.”
“I already did.”
His chin jerked back. Autumn was learning to read his non-verbal expressions like an expert. The chin jerk pretty much meant, “What the fuck?”
So, she responded to it just as though he’d said it out loud. “Well, he’s the one who gave me this job, Sig.”
“Yeah, but I’m your fuckin’ man.”
“Wait. I need to go through you?” She jerked her eyebrows up in a non-verbal reaction of her own.
Sig’s lips flattened out.
“I didn’t think so.” She pressed her own lips together to smother her grin. She had always been a bit on the bossy side and as the weeks went on, Sig was starting to get a taste of the real her.
She wondered if he was starting to regret wanting her to stay.
She never thought her path would lead her here. To this place. This family. This man.
But it had.
It was not the best or easiest path to find him, to find her place in life, but she did.
When she thought of Levi, she was always amazed with how something so beautiful had come from something so ugly.
That didn’t only apply to Levi.
It applied to her relationship with Sig, too.
Ugliness had led her to him.
And he’d turned around and handed her beautiful.
Maybe beautifully broken, but beautiful nonetheless.
“Are you going to ask me why I’m naked?”
“Have I asked the five million other times you’ve walked around here naked? It’s nothin’ new, Red. Used to you torturin’ me and thinkin’ it’s fun.”
“I don’t do it to torture you. I just got used to being naked and then coming here I was comfortable with it since no matter how big my belly got and how awkward I became you made me feel beautiful.” She shut the laptop and turned on the stool. “But that’s not why I’m naked right now.”
“No?” He stepped up to her and in between her thighs. His nylon shorts did nothing to hide the fact that he had a full-blown erection.
He cupped her face and leaned in to give her a long, deep kiss that took her breath away.
When he was done, he pressed his forehead to hers and said, “You are beautiful, baby. Most beautiful fuckin’ woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Ever seen naked, you mean.”
“Ever seen, period.”
She smiled even though he was too close to see it. He dropped one hand to her breast and thumbed her nipple. When he did, a little bit of milk dribbled out and he caught it on the pad of this thumb and licked it off.
“You due to pump?”
“Soon.”
“How soon?”
“It can wait. I have other plans first.”
He straightened, his eyes getting dark as he cupped both of her full breasts. “Yeah?”
She caught her bottom lip in between her teeth and nodded. “Umm hmm.”
His brow dropped low and he studied her, looking a bit suspicious. “Some of your plans get a little whacked, baby.”
She giggled at the fact he called her plans whacked. He should talk. “Well, I was just trying to get creative while we waited.”
He grabbed his hard cock through the nylon and squeezed it. “How much longer we gotta wait?”
“We don’t.”
He stepped back and frowned. “What?”
“It’s been almost six weeks. I double-checked with Carly. She said if I feel ready... she gave me... us the green light.”
“What?”
She said it more slowly this time. “It’s. Been. Almost. Six. Weeks. C—”
Red squealed as Sig grabbed her, threw her over his shoulder and hoofed it down the hallway as fast as he could. As soon as he hit the end of the bed, he tossed her. All he saw was a cloud of red hair and whole bunch of white flesh bouncing.
Along with hearing another high-pitched squeal as she landed, of fucking course.
Wasting no time, he shucked his damp shorts and boxers, threw them somewhere over his shoulder and dove for the bed, all his weight almost landing on her. He caught himself just in time.
“Sig!” she screamed in fake outrage.
“No time for talkin’.”
She laughed and, for fuck’s sake, did that sound good. But her moans were going to sound a fuck of a lot better.
In the months since she came into his life, he’d only been inside her a few times. Definitely not enough. They fooled around, sure, but he couldn’t wait to fuck her and claim her as his, now he knew she was staying.
But, fuck him, he also couldn’t go unwrapped. In anticipation of this very day, he’d been tested and she had been tested, too, during one of her prenatal appointments, but she wasn’t on any kind of birth control yet.
He growled with impatience as he rolled close enough to the nightstand to grab a strip of wraps from the drawer, rolled back, then up and over her onto his hands and knees.
Her hazel eyes, more green than gold, sparkled up at him.
“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
“You said no time for talking.”
Right.
He took her mouth deep and hard, tasting every inch of it like it was the first time. Even though, he’d already had that mouth more times than he could count.
When her hands grabbed her own tits and squeezed them together, he abandoned her mouth for what she was offering. He latched onto one and sucked hard, tasting her sweet milk on his tongue for a second before moving back up to her lips and sharing that taste with her, causing them both to groan into each other’s mouths.
Her body had changed a lot since that first morning he saw her. It had filled out, produced another life and now produced sustenance for another human. Her fiery hair fell around her shoulders long, thick and shiny. Her nails were longer and no longer ragged. Her eyes clear. Her mind sharp. Her attitude full of fucking sass.
And sometimes her bossiness turned him the fuck on.
Sometimes.
Sometimes his bossiness turned her the fuck on.
Though, not as much.
Whatever. It worked.
“Get up,” he ordered her.
“Why?”
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p; “First, gonna have you sit on my face ‘til you come. Then gonna put you on your hands and knees and fuck you ‘til you come. Then gonna put you on your back and fuck you while I suck those fuckin’ tits ‘til you come. Then gonna have you ride my dick ‘til you come and then I come. Sound like a plan?”
“Sounds better than my plan. Are you going to last that long?” she asked with a straight face.
“Fuck no. Gonna be an all-nighter.”
“We’re going to make up for all those weeks in one night?”
“Fuckin’ gonna try.”
“I’m going to have to pump sometimes during this marathon.”
He tilted his head. “Mmm. We’ll see.”
“Sig!”
He grinned. “They ain’t gonna fuckin’ miss it. You give ‘em way too much, anyway.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t act like you mind, you fuckin’ don’t.”
“No talking, remember?” she scolded him, a blush coloring her cheeks.
It was fucking cute.
But then, she was fucking cute.
She’d be even cuter when her mouth was screaming his name and his dick was deep inside her.
“Gotta say one more thing.”
“What?”
“I get too rough, things get too dark, or somethin’ ain’t right for you, tell me to stop. Yeah?” When she only blinked up at him, he said, “Need to hear it, Red.”
“Okay.”
“Been a while for us and been wantin’ you so long, I might get rougher than I mean to. So, do what you gotta do to fuckin’ let me know.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Okay,” he whispered back. He gave her a quick kiss, then rolled away from her to his back, tucked a pillow under his head and held out his hand to her. “Get on board. Tongue train’s gettin’ ready to depart.”
She gave him an answering smile, but didn’t hesitate to straddle his face, and then she rode it like a wild pony instead of a train. He licked and sucked her clit while he squeezed her ass, spread her cheeks and played with her tight hole. Which he already knew she liked because he’d done it before. And he’d definitely do it more in the future.
But it was her moans which were the best thing he ever heard, besides the moment she told him she’d fallen in love with him.
That moment he’d never forget. It had scared the fuck out of him, but made him realize how much he loved her, too.
He never thought he’d love anyone. Didn’t think he’d ever be capable of it.
But Red had proved him wrong.
He loved the fuck out of her but hadn’t told her yet. If she ever left him, he didn’t think he’d survive it.
So, when she came once, then a second time while riding his face, he didn’t immediately put her on her hands and knees. Fuck no. Instead, he flipped her onto her back because he wanted to see her face when he slid inside her, when he made her come and when she made him come, too. Because he definitely wouldn’t last long enough to do all the ways he wanted to do her. At least, this time. But they had all night.
Once she was on her back, giving him a heated look of anticipation, her lips parted, her breathing ragged, her face flushed, her long, red hair surrounding her head and draped over his pillow, he told her the absolute fucking truth.
“When I’m not with you, I’m in fuckin’ pieces. When I’m with you, you make me whole. It’s the only time I feel complete. That thought rocks me to my fuckin’ boots, Red. It tears me apart in a whole different way, thinkin’ that if somethin’ ever happens to you or you ever leave me, I’ll never fuckin’ recover. That it’ll shatter me beyond repair.”
“Sig,” she whispered, tears welling up in her hazel eyes.
“Just wanted you to know that, baby.” He settled between her thighs, and dragged the head of his wrapped dick through her wetness, finding where he needed to be.
Home.
And as he drove home, he finally let what was building inside him go... “Love you, Autumn.”
As tears slid from the corners of her eyes and disappeared into all that fiery hair, her fingers dug hard into his ass as she encouraged him to go even deeper.
What Red wanted, Red got.
As her hips rocked and his rolled, he did his best to keep it gentle, hoping one day she’d be on board to take it rougher sometimes. If she wasn’t, he’d be fine with that, too.
Being inside her, feeling how slick she was because she wanted him, how she rippled around him, how she encouraged him with words and little noises, how she looked up into his eyes and saw him...
Fuck him, that was the best thing in the whole fucking world.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips and she tipped hers sharply so he’d hit all the right spots, and then he began to suck on her nipples.
One of her hands clamped around the back of his head, her nails digging painfully into his scalp and her back arched. The motion of her hips drove him deeper, and her head rolled back as she called out his name.
His name.
Maybe his name on her lips was the best thing in the whole fucking world.
That exact moment was when he realized he didn’t only give her everything she wanted, but she gave him everything he wanted, too.
Not once had she ever denied him anything he’d asked for.
Not fucking once.
Now knowing that, he sucked harder and drove deeper.
And when he felt it... when he heard it...
He flexed his hips and powered deep one more time.
And let go...
A few minutes later, once they caught their breath, their hearts weren’t pounding so out of control, once they came off that high... He still wasn’t ready to move.
But he needed to for now and he knew they had all night to continue what they began.
Hell, not just all night, but hopefully forever.
As he began to shift, to pull out, she tightened her arms around him, pulling him down to her to the point he was afraid of crushing her with his weight. She put her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I love you, too, Sig. But you don’t call me Autumn.”
He grinned. She was right.
He pulled his head back and looked down into her face. She was wearing her own grin.
He kissed that grin away, brushed the hair away from her face then whispered, “Love you, Red.”
Her next smile was bigger. “That’s better.”
What Red wanted, Red got.
His lips twitched. “Gotta go get rid of this wrap and get somethin’ to clean you up. Gonna need to talk to the doc about gettin’ on somethin’ so we don’t have to use ‘em anymore.”
“Are you asking or you telling?”
He frowned. “Tellin’. This is one thing I’m puttin’ my boot down about. Want nothin’ between us. And wraps fuckin’ suck. We ain’t gonna be fuckin’ anyone else, so no reason to use ‘em.”
“Well, I’m ahead of you.”
He slid from her and slipped off the full wrap, rolling off the bed. He glanced back at her, where she looked perfect. Freshly fucked and in his bed. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Carly’s going to put one of those birth control implants in my arm at my next appointment. She said it’s a set-it-and-forget-it type of birth control.”
He grinned and shook his head, relieved she’d been thinking ahead. “Sounds like a good plan, baby.”
Because it sure fucking did and he couldn’t wait, especially now that she got the green light to fuck. He headed to the bathroom to get rid of the wrap, take a piss, and grab a wet washcloth.
As he walked back into the bedroom, he was saying, “Could get used to comin’ home to you naked. Ready to sit on my face and my dick.” When he glanced up, he froze and his fingers clutched the washcloth tighter. And he might have even forgotten to breathe.
No might have. He did.
Holy shit.
Red was sitting on the bed still naked except for one thing.
“Jesus fuck,” he whisper
ed.
She sat cross-legged on the mattress, her back to him and, when she heard him, she glanced over her shoulder, shot him a wicked smile and pulled her thick red hair out of the way.
It was the last thing he ever expected her to fucking wear. He never would have asked it of her, either.
Sig’s gaze dropped from her face to the black leather cut she wore. The one with the rockers stating, without a fucking doubt, she was “Property of Sig.”
He blinked to make sure he was reading it right. “You wear that, you know what that means?”
“Yes. Stella showed me hers, explained what it meant and when I asked, she had it made for me.”
Holy fuckin’ shit. “You don’t got a clue about the MC life, baby. Sure you wanna be a part of it?”
“I’m getting a clue, Sig. I’ve been here long enough now. But me getting this didn’t have anything to do with the MC life. It had to do with you. If you’re a part of it, then I am, too.”
Christ, this woman kept blowing his fucking mind. Just when he thought she couldn’t get any fucking better, she did. “Can’t wear it ‘til I claim you as my ol’ lady at the table.”
“I know.”
“You want me to do that?”
“Would I have gotten this vest if I didn’t?” she answered all sassy-like. He needed to kiss that sassiness right out of her mouth.
“First lesson, it’s called a cut.” He approached the bed, the washcloth forgotten in his hand. As he got closer, she turned to face him and that’s when he spotted it. Her name patch.
Red. Not Autumn.
He wasn’t sure he liked that. It was his name for her and he might want it to only ever be his.
He’d give it some thought. But not right now. Because right now his dick was getting hard again seeing her naked in his bed, wearing his name on her back.
She wanted him to claim her at the table.
And, hell yeah, he wanted to claim her at the table, too. He wanted his ol’ lady on the back of his sled come their first Spring run, wearing his cut for everyone to see.
“You gonna be on the back of my sled for the next run and wear it?”
“Do you want me to be?”
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