by Snow, Nicole
“It'll happen soon,” he growled, pulling on her hand. “Shit, it's all roses from here, isn't it? The cartel's off our ass, and business is ready to boom! We're finally living the dream, bro. Fucking finally.”
They shared a long, intense look, and it was like I could see a hundred terrifying old battles unfolding in their eyes. A hundred battles, won and buried, but never forgotten.
All the sweat, all the blood, all the pain had brought us all together.
Then somebody started tugging on my long white skirt, and I swirled around. A small ball of excitement jumped up and threw her arms around my neck.
“My daughter! Welcome to the family!” Julie Forker nearly put her giant son to shame with the choke hold she had on me.
I nearly tripped on my heels after all and went crashing to the ground. Roman noticed at the last second and pulled me up by the waist, swatting his mother's greedy hands away.
“Ah, ma! Let her breathe.”
“I'm just so excited! Somebody pinch me!” she squealed. “I never thought I'd see my son...married.”
“Well, you got a grandkid quicker too, ma, and Caleb's gonna be the first of many. Hope you're ready for him tonight.”
“Oh, where is the little angel? I want to pick him up now, if that's all right. I promise I'll keep him fed and happy while you're gone for the next week. I raised you, didn't I?”
Something about her smile made me laugh. Roman clenched his jaw, suppressing a smile, and pointed to the baby in Missy's arms.
“He's over there. Go get him, grandma.”
She took a few quick steps away, and then stopped and looked back at us over her shoulder. “Wow. I wish your father could see all this, son.”
“So do I,” Roman said, barely a whisper.
Roman looked at me and stopped. Next thing I knew, those huge, world lifting hands were around me again, but this time they were lifting me up. I howled and kicked my heels, trying not to lose them.
He carried me through the last of the crowd. I reached out and cupped hands with a few grinning cousins, tears in the women's eyes. The wire cage Norm still had around his head bobbed over everybody, and he got his hand into mine too. I smiled when I saw the genuine happiness in his eyes, the giddy and proud spark that said, congratulations, cuz.
“Hey, hey! Not so hard. You don't want to tear this thing, do you?” I whimpered in Roman's ear.
“Babe, we'd better head to the car right now, or else I'm gonna tear it off and fuck you on the floor. No lie.”
I leaned up and we shared another long kiss. Honestly, his crude as hell suggestion didn't sound half bad.
As pretty as this ivory white dress with the bitch heels could be, it was starting to feel like an over-fastened corset, and it was definitely coming off tonight, one way or another.
* * * *
The limo jerked forward about ten minutes later, surrounded by the roar of our escort from the brothers on their bikes. Blackjack rode in front, and everybody else on the sides, behind him, or else several paces back, forming a long line to the luxury lodge just outside Redding.
I watched Roman chug down a glass of champagne in one swoop, while I'd barely touched mine. “Uh, you know you're supposed to savor the flavor, right? That stuff's like three hundred dollars a bottle!”
He laughed. “Whatever. Doesn't go down half as hot as Jack.”
“Give me a chance. I'll make you a little more civilized now that you're my husband,” I said with a wink, sipping the drink. The sweet, fizzy bubbles swirled in my mouth, mingling with his lingering taste, deliciously pleasant.
“Put that shit down, babe,” he said, unfastening my seat belt and jerking me onto his lap. “You think I've got no taste? That I don't know how to savor anything? I'll show you right fucking now how wrong you are. Just because we're married doesn't mean you know everything about me, woman.”
Holy shit. I tried to guard my dress as he reached up it, his rough hand brushing my thigh, passing above the sleek white stockings clinging to my skin. He went straight for my panties, and had them down in one rough jerk.
“Lay the fuck down. Put your legs up.” He pushed two stiff fingers inside me, and I groaned, trying to close my thighs and completely failing.
“Roman! The driver...it's not that long to get to this place either. You really think this is a good idea?”
You really think it's not happening? the look he wore told me.
“Open up, Sally, and keep sipping that gold stuff in the crystal. Unless you want me to keep these in my pocket all through the reception.” He held my panties up, balled in his hand, white lace that was already soaked.
I almost died at the thought. My trembling legs parted, and his hands cupped my ass, squeezing me and dragging me to his face.
I prayed the driver couldn't see us behind the dark tinted privacy glass. I also wished to God the heavens would open up and explain how he made me feel like a blushing virgin all the time, even after we'd fucked close to a hundred times and he'd knocked me up.
Yep, I kept count too. Tonight, we'd be on number eighty-seven, and well over the hundred mark by the time the week was over.
I knew his appetites. He knew mine. And right now, he dug in, forcing his rough face between my legs, sliding his tongue up and down my folds. His teeth found my clit, pulled it tight, and all my concerns melted like the carbonated elegance rippling in my mouth.
Time distorted as his tongue worked my pussy, edging me closer and closer to climax. It didn't take long. I'd never get tired of this man's mouth on my clit.
Something about seeing him in that suit, thrusting against me with the same mad vigor he'd always had, sent me over the edge.
I came hot, fast, and hard.
I reached up, careful to avoid the shiny new ring on my finger, and stuffed my fist into my mouth. It was all I could do not to scream.
Roman didn't care about staying silent. He growled his satisfaction as my muscles convulsed, sending me to ecstasy, making me squirm and rock and thrash against his face. His powerful hands held me down, held me open, kept the pleasure coming strong.
It took what seemed like forever to come out of the hot white heat. When I did, an insatiable fire tore through my veins. I wanted him inside me.
My mouth, my pussy, my ass. Anything was game. Everything belonged to my old man now, and I wanted to give it to him in spades.
I reached between my legs and felt the massive bulge beneath his trousers. I shifted my legs, fumbling with his zipper.
“Babe, we're almost there...” Roman looked out the window.
I looked at him and winked. “I know you need it. Now, who's getting camera shy?”
Jesus, he was hard, like warm steel, and I wanted him inside me until he melted into slag. I brought my lips to his, flicking my tongue into his mouth, feeling for the zipper.
Then there was a clicking sound, and we were bathed in evening light. The neat dressed man who'd been hired to play chauffeur coughed uncomfortably.
“Fucking hell.” Roman gently pushed me away, and handed my panties to me. “Put those things back on, babe. You've earned it. We've gotta go.”
On our way out of the car, he leaned over to me, and grinned. “Better Jeeves here than the brothers. They'd have never stopped giving me shit for fucking you in the backseat on a ten minute ride. Not that they'll do any better when they finally get hitched.”
Arm in arm, we smiled for the brothers and old ladies flashing cameras, and went inside.
Our first dinner as a married couple went by in a blur. The men were getting rowdy by the end, hitting the dance floor with their girls.
Even the whores like Twinkie got in on the action, swinging around and giggling as Asphalt hurled her around the floor, snatching her close for a thick, drunken kiss.
Everybody congratulated us again. We waited for the liquor to keep flowing so we could make our exit unseen. By the end, things were turning really wild.
Harsh biker laughter cut through the
booming music, and all the dark corners had couples together, caving to the passion and revelry building in the air. I watched Roman take one last swig of his tall beer, before he grabbed my hand and leaned over.
“Time to go, babe. Let everybody else have their fun, and we'll have ours. No bullshit – I'm gonna fuck you 'til sunup, 'til you scream, 'til the whole damned bed's soaked in our come.”
His hand reached for my thigh, squeezing it through my dress. I thought for sure my sweet white bridal gown would combust.
He didn't have to ask twice. With a snarl, he grabbed me, and carried me over his shoulder all the way down the hall to the elevators. Our room was attached, high up on the top floor. The place had an awesome view Rabid and Christa told us about when they'd stayed here in the summer.
But by the time we pushed into our room, the only view I cared about was the one in front of me. Roman threw me onto the bed and pinned me down, smothering me with his lips, stamping fiery kisses down my neck.
His fingers went straight between my legs, cupped my wet mound through my panties, and squeezed. I couldn't take it. I wasn't even sure why I'd bothered to put them on.
I pushed against him, trying to find room to take it all off. I'd never wanted us naked and joined so fucking bad before. Every nerve ached, and the swelling fire in my womb made my fingers nimble gymnasts. I was halfway stripped in less than a minute, only stopping to struggle with the zipper on the back.
Growling, Roman turned me around. I shivered with delight when his thick fingers found the zipper and yanked it down. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed everything down, unwrapping me, baring the gift he'd claimed. His hands slid back up, cupping my breasts, squeezing them so hard my nipples puckered.
“Hurry,” I begged. “I. Need. This.”
“Stand up and let it drop, babe. Everything except the stockings and those heels. It's all you get to fucking wear for the next twenty-four hours.”
He stood up with me. I barely shuffled out of the dress and unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts, before I was transfixed on him undressing.
The jacket dropped, and so did the suit, piece by piece. The bad boy underneath emerged in all his glory, the furious ink all over his hard torso rippling like a canvass in the evening light. When he shoved down his boxers, the bead in his cock shined, making it a target my lips couldn't resist for anything.
He smiled, watching me sink to my knees. I wrapped my hand around his length, feeling his hardness, and squeezed.
Holy hell.
His fingers reached for my chin, clasped it, and closed the distance between my mouth and his cock. “Suck it like I taught you, babe. These are the only lips I ever wanna feel wrapped around this dick.”
As if I needed any encouragement. I lowered my lips slowly down on him, teasing him, taking in his taste. His masculine scent stroked all my senses, a hypnotic majesty that took over each time I was this close to him, making me hornier.
Slow, gentle strokes, rapidly turning fiercer as the fire in my pussy roared. One hand snuck down and I played with my clit. I might have died with my mouth full of his cock if I didn't.
The thunder in his throat rolled out, building with his pleasure. His stern fingers fisted my hair, moving me faster on his cock, and his hips began to meet my strokes. I shoved my tongue deep into his crown, tonguing him in his most vulnerable spot, begging him to fill me.
If he came down my throat, then I'd lose it too. Hell, I'd finger myself senseless if I saw him shoot anywhere right now.
What the hell was happening? Why hadn't anyone told me the sex gets a hundred degrees hotter with that ring on my hand?
And it looked awfully good wrapped around his rock hard length. Roman's huge chest swelled, taking in breath, cursing it back out again as my lips quickened.
“Fuck. Shit. Goddamn, babe. Stop.” He wasn't asking. His rough fist tugged me away, until his cock popped out of my mouth. “You suck like a good wife. I wanna see you fuck like one too.”
“You seriously don't want to come in my mouth?” I bit my bottom lip, teasing him. Please.
He paused, his eyes bright, considering it. Then he shook his head, giving my hair a jerk to make me stand up.
“You've got a month to get off those damned pills, Sally. I'm not coming anywhere except your hot, wet cunt 'til Caleb's got a brother or sister on the way. Might as well practice.”
Practice. Yeah.
I couldn't argue with that, as insane as it sounded. Hell, I wouldn't be arguing with his insane desire to knock me up again soon. I hadn't told him, but I'd already stopped taking my pills two days before.
The holidays were a good time to get pregnant, right?
I wanted it to be a surprise, big news to break near Thanksgiving or Christmas for both him and Julie. I was also a little afraid of what he'd do to me when he found out there was nothing between his seed and my womb.
I had a feeling it involved rope, sore legs, and weeks of being bound while he fucked me and came inside me, until he'd claimed my womb for the second time.
He pushed me down at the edge of the bed, standing up while he pushed his length to my entrance. The fingers in my hair grew softer, sifting through my blonde locks, sliding down my neck.
“Fuck. You're the hottest old lady, the hottest wife, a man could ever ask for. And I'm gonna fuck you 'til you believe it too, babe.”
“Do it.”
Two words. It was all he needed to push inside me with a growl, and then the steady creak of the bed crashed into the pleasure surging through my body, drowning out everything.
It wasn't twenty thrusts in before my body tensed up and jerked. I wrapped my legs around him, clawed at the sheets, and screamed.
I came for the second time that night, and then I couldn't stop. Something inside me broke that night, and I shuddered through three mind blowing climaxes, each one harder than the last. I saw stars before he came, and not just in my eyes.
Outside, the huge window showed the bright lights beginning to sparkle in the sky. He pushed me higher onto the bed and climbed on, throwing my legs over my shoulders, the better to fuck me harder.
“You're not done yet. You're coming with me this time, baby girl. Milk every inch of my dick dry.”
My eyes narrowed and I locked my arms and legs around him, tight as they could go. I was growling with him by the time his thrusts quickened, pounding into me so hard they shook me like an earthquake, hammering me from the inside out.
“Fucking come inside me, Roman. I need to feel your heat. I love you, Travis.” I sounded desperate as all hell, like a different person, whispering those words.
It didn't matter. I sounded like his wife, the one who'd love him more than anyone else in this world.
My words caused his hips to go completely berserk. He fucked me like a huge, tattooed snarling bull, slapping my ass with his balls and grinding into my clit. I started to worry I'd lose control again, become another gushing, screaming mess before he finally pierced deep and emptied himself inside me.
No, I need his come this time.
Fucking. Need. It.
My fingernails dug deep into his skin. His expression matched the bear tattooed on his chest by the end, and he roared just as loud, stabbing deep inside me and swelling.
“Here's my dick. Here's my come. Take it, take it, and don't you fucking stop, woman.”
I wouldn't dream of it. Especially when his cock swelled more than ever, and he ran his teeth into my neck, holding me down like a vessel as he erupted.
We writhed together forever, locked in an embrace so fiery we matched the stars through the window, twinkling on the horizon. I came so hard I lost my breath, my voice, my everything, fused to the only man whose heartbeat could match mine.
The wedding ring on my finger turned molten hot, and I swore it was the only thing I felt as my body became a foundry, every inch of me melting, unraveling, merging into him.
His heavy breath and the gentler tickle of his stubble brought me back to
life. That sweet sandpaper on his face always grew back so fast. Not that I'd expected anything less from a walking cannon of testosterone.
“You feel that heartbeat, babe?” I grabbed my hand, pulled it to his chest, right over the furious Grizzlies MC bear. “That's my love. That's what's gonna keep us up all night. That's what's gonna shake off the fuck-haze tomorrow and keep us riding to the orchards.”
“It's supposed to be a beautiful day,” I said, swooning a little bit when I imagined us riding on his bike along the rows of apple trees. The prospects had brought his Harley to the lodge, all we'd need to enjoy our special week.
“Here,” I whispered, pulling on his fingers until they hovered over my breast. “Feel mine. That's my life. That's everything I'm going to keep alive for you, baby.”
“And you'd better keep it going a long time, babe. We've got a lotta decades to blaze. I'm gonna make the most of it before shit slows down and we're staring at our grandkids.”
I slid my legs up and down his calves, reaching for his cock. “You'll just have to fuck me harder, I guess.”
He grinned, taking his hand off my breast to reach for my ass. A couple seconds later, he had me on all fours, dangerously close to round two.
“Careful, babe,” he rumbled in my ear. “You tease me like that, you just might get everything you ever wished for.”
The joke was on him. I already had, and the rest of our lives were rolling out before us like a slow moving sunrise.
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