I want more. We move to the bed and I straddle him backward, and I dip my head again, sucking him with my ass in Ranger’s face.
“Oh, oh, ohhhh,” I moan loudly as he pulls down my thong, spreading my ass cheeks, pressing his mouth to my wet hole, his beard tickling me and his fingers dipping into my pussy, the place he knows I love.
He begins fingering me nice and good, licking me too, making me squirm atop him, making it hard to concentrate on his thick cock, but I do my best, licking him as he sucks me, our fluid motion one of love, of devotion, and my cunt begs for release as he adds a second, then a third finger to my center.
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re coming so hard.” He squeezes my ass, his mouth buried in my pussy, and I suck harder, with a deep longing for his come to slide down my throat and warm my core.
I’m so wet, though, and he knows I need a different sort of attention. He rolls me onto my back, spreading my knees nice and wide, and then he begins to massage my clit nice and slow. I reach for his cock, but I can’t touch it. He pins me down, his hungry eyes the only thing I see — my focus, and my desire.
He gets me off, eyes locked with mine. Fingering me until I am panting, moaning, my come squirting against him. My eyes widen, having never down that before, quite like that.
He grins, pulling my breast into his mouth, sucking my nipple, his palm rubbing against my cunt. My whole body is shaking as an orgasm runs through me.
“Oh, Ranger,” I moan, my body his. When I finish, I get that desperate need inside of me. He straddles me, coming closer, placing his big, thick cock between my breasts, and massaging himself between them.
I want his come all over me, coating my breasts, my neck, my face. He pumps himself against me and I lick my lips with need. “Come all over,” I whimper as his cock erupts on my skin, coating me the way I dreamt. He pumps his big shaft, the ribbons of come on my breasts, and I open my mouth, wanting to catch some of his creamy release. He helps me, placing his big cock in my mouth, letting me swallow as he finishes, my belly warm with him and my body made for him, and my core still hot for him.
“Come in me again,” I beg, and he listens. His cock grows hard, my fingers stroking him, my body slick with his release, his body slick with mine. We are wrapped up in one another in the most glorious way.
“I love you, Ruby,” he whispers in my ear as his cock moves inside my willing pussy. “I love you so goddamn much.”
“I love you too, Ranger.”
We move together in a rhythm all our own, our moaning turning to cries as we get off, for the first time, as husband and wife.
Epilogue 1
Ranger
One year later….
She was a beautiful bride, but this is next-level sexy.
Ruby is big and round, carrying the twins, and she somehow makes it seem effortless. I’ve heard more than one woman complain about it, but whenever someone stops Ruby at the grocery store and asks how she is feeling, she always tells them it’s amazing, her face glowing with pride.
She was made to do this.
God, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.
“It looks so good,” Lydia says as Ruby and I show off the new addition we made just for her. We bought a house a quarter-mile from the bar and garage, but it needed a bit of extra room. Lydia has been sleeping in what will be the nursery, but getting this space set up for her before the babies arrived was our priority. “Thank you. You’ve done so much for me.”
“You’re my little sister — I’d move mountains for you,” Ruby says.
“I know, but still.” She blinks back tears, a crier like her sister. “You know what I mean, Ruby. It is just so much goodness after so much struggle.”
“I know,” Ruby says, giving her sister an awkward hug. Her eight-months-pregnant belly makes everything a little more difficult. Well, not everything. Some things just require more creativity. “What are you smiling about, Ranger?”
I grin, knowing my thoughts about pulling Ruby onto our bed aren’t exactly appropriate to mention out loud. “I’m just thinking how lucky we are.”
Lydia groans, laughing. She always gives me a hard time about being too damn sentimental. And I suppose I am. But she has become like a daughter to me, strange as that might sound. I am her legal guardian now, and I won’t let anything happen to her. And I also want her to know she is not going to be forgotten just because the twins are on their way. That is why Ruby and I made sure the addition was finished in time.
“And you have a private entrance, and a private bathroom,” Ruby says, showing it all off. “And that lavender bedding we got last week will go so great with the wall color, don’t you think?”
Lydia smiles, running her hand over the oak desk in the corner. “I even have a spot for my schoolwork.” She lifts her eyebrows. “Unless you’ve changed your mind and I can do online school for the rest of high school?”
Ruby shakes her head. “No way. You need to have some normal teenage experiences.”
Lydia rolls her eyes but there is a teasing smile on her face. She’s just turned seventeen and has a year left before she graduates. School is going to start in a few weeks. “Okay, fine, but do you care if I go on a ride with Jackal?”
Ruby’s eyes go wide and she swats at her sister. “He is six years older than you. And a biker!”
I grab her by the waist. “I’m seven years older than you and a biker.”
Ruby twists out of my grip, laughing. “Yes, but I was twenty-one when we met. Big difference.” Then, turning to her little sister, she adds, “Go find a nice boy in town who is your age.”
Lydia laughs, then gives us both hugs. “I have to go work my shift at the ice cream shop. See you tonight, okay?”
After she leaves, Ruby and I go to the kitchen for something to eat but Ruby says she needs to lie down and rest. I follow her into the bedroom and help her take off her shoes, her feet swollen, and rub them for her as she lies on her back.
“Come here,” she says softly. “I need you closer.”
I move behind her, spooning her on the bed, kissing her neck and resting my arm over her belly. Feeling our babies move. “I can’t wait to meet them,” I tell her.
“We still need to decide on names.”
“I like Harley for the girl,” I say. “Even if it is a little on the nose.”
“I do too.” She takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “How about R.J. for the boy? Ridge Junior?”
“Really?” I ask, as she turns to face me.
She nods. “I think it would be sweet to name him after his daddy.”
I kiss her, loving her sentimentality, the fact that she seems to understand how much it means.
“I love you, Ruby.”
“Same,” she says with a sweet smile on her lips. Then she reaches down and runs her hand over my length. “I need you though, so badly.”
“Damn woman, this pregnancy has made you insanely horny.”
She laughs. “Come on, you know I can’t get enough of you either way.”
I chuckle, lifting her shirt, exposing her belly and her breasts. I unhook her bra from behind and she pushes down her leggings. I help, then once she is naked, I gently massage her big, full titties, kissing and sucking them. God, she is so sexy, so knocked up and so ready to be a mother. It gets me hard as solid rock. I pull down my pants, and my cock is raging with want. On her back, I open Ruby’s knees, needing access to her sweet, ripe cunt.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she whimpers as I finger her gently, sweeping my hand over her, rubbing her in circles the way she loves. Then she rolls over onto her hands and knees. “Take me this way, please.”
I won’t make my woman beg now or ever. I rub her round ass, slipping my hand between her legs to her wet folds. God, she is ready. “I’m so fucking hot for you,” I tell her, my cock thick and ready for her pussy.
I fill her up, holding onto her hips as she takes every inch of me. She moans as I plunge deep inside her, thrusting my cock wh
ere it belongs. I’m glad the house is empty because my Ruby is loud when she gets off, crying my name, asking for more, more, harder.
I give her what she wants. I fuck her nice and good, her big tits swaying as I give her what she needs, my cock thick and ready to explode. She’s gripping the sheets with her hands, dripping as we both get off. “Oh, I’m so close, I’m so… soo… oh, yes. Yes!”
She gets off the way I knew she would, and my cock lets go of all inhibition, my seed sinking deep inside her, my balls smacking her tight cunt as I pound her ripe and ready pussy.
But as soon as she gets up from the bed, she explains. “Oh God, Ranger, I think… I think….”
She looks down. It’s obvious her water has broken — it splashes down to her feet, and she covers her mouth. “It’s time!”
* * *
Eight hours later, my beautiful wife is glowing in a whole new way. I’m sitting beside her in a rocking chair, and nestled in my arms are our twins, born four weeks early but healthy as can be. Ruby ended up having an emergency C-section after the babies proved they were happy with where they were. Once Harley’s heart rate dropped, however, the doctor and nurses changed course, and they helped us deliver two beautiful babies.
Ruby looks like the angel I always knew her to be. She smiles now, watching as I kiss the heads of her little ones and I keep getting choked up, feeling the monumental responsibility for my family.
Killian and Lydia enter the hospital room, and my buddy claps me on the back. “Saw your minivan in the parking lot.”
Chuckling, I punch him in the arm. “Don’t make fun of me. It’s the top safety rated minivan in the country.”
Killian just grins, and I suppose I will be getting a hard time from him for a while. I didn’t trade in my bike — hell no, that was my first baby. But I have the keys to a vehicle that can transport my entire family where it needs to go.
Lydia is exclaiming over the babies, and she gently takes R.J. in her arms. “He is so adorable. And he looks just like you, Ranger.”
I look over at Ruby, thanking my lucky stars she got out of surgery okay. She smiles at her sister. “Don’t get any ideas, Lydia. No baby fever for you.”
Lydia laughs. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan on ever having kids.”
“Really?” Killian asks.
“Really. I have big plans.”
“What do those include?” Ruby asks, reaching for her cup of water. I help her with it, knowing she is going to have a long few weeks of recovery. I bend the straw for her.
Lydia beams down at her nephew. “I have plans to be the best auntie in the whole wide world!”
Ruby and I lock eyes, the love we feel for our family so big, so wide, stretching out across the room, and further still. Our love reaches across the land of the free and home of the brave.
Epilogue 2
Ruby
Five Years later….
When Ranger suggested it, I thought he was joking. “No, I mean it. Let’s go on a road trip for our five-year anniversary.”
“I was thinking somewhere tropical,” I say with a teasing smile. I’m totally joking, but he doesn’t need to know that. I have a fear of flying and would much rather spend a week on the back of his bike, clinging to my sweaty and sexy man. Sure, a few days lying on a beach somewhere sounds romantic, but I’d much rather have the bike’s vibration between my legs for hours at a time, getting me all revved up for the night ahead.
“Really? A beach or something?”
“Mmhhhmm,” I say as I finish packing the twins’ lunch boxes for their summer day camp.
“Well, good. I was thinking the same thing.”
That gets my attention. “What do you mean? I don’t want to fly anywhere.”
He chuckles. “I know that. You think you are so funny, but I have news for you. We are taking a road trip, on my bike, but we’re headed to the beach. To the coast.”
“Really?” My moth falls open. “That sounds… amazing.”
“Best of both worlds, baby.” He comes up behind me, kissing me on the neck. “Sound good?”
I spin to face him, leaning on the kitchen counter. “You think we can really leave the twins for a week?”
He brushes my hair from my face. “Lydia already agreed to babysit. We leave on Saturday.”
I laugh. “But it’s Thursday!”
“Perfect — you’ll have time to go shopping for a new swimsuit.”
I twist my lips, thinking I’ll need to get to a salon, too, for a bikini wax. We haven’t left the kids for a week before, but we have been talking about having another baby… and maybe a week away would help us with that.
“Sounds perfect,” I admit. “I’ll download some books on my Kindle, and I’d like some new make up too. Oh, and some…” I stop talking, figuring some things are best left for later.
“What?” Ranger asks, leaning closer. I feel his thick cock against my belly.
“Nothing. I was just thinking if I have time when I’m out, maybe I’ll pick up some new lingerie.”
He grins. “We only have two saddle bags. You realize that, right?” He kisses me. “How about you do your shopping and I’ll get the kids to summer camp. I’ll start the grocery shopping and make some lists for Lydia, too.”
“You’re so good to me,” I say, savoring his words.
“And in a day and a half, you can be good to me,” he says, taking my hand and placing it on his thickness. I’d love to drag him into our bedroom right now, but the twins are bounding into the kitchen, looking for breakfast. I groan softly, pulling away from the love of my life.
* * *
After riding for three glorious days, Ranger and I end up in San Diego. We got a room at a beachside resort, and I smile, thinking my rough and tumble husband doesn’t exactly fit in with these men in their hipster clothes and haircuts. Our eyes meet across the lobby and I smile as he walks toward me in his leather boots and blue jeans.
We get an ocean view room, and when we walk into it, we ooh and ahh over the big bathtub, the balcony, the champagne on ice waiting for us.
“It’s so romantic,” I say, meeting Ranger on the balcony, handing him a glass of champagne.
“To five years of happiness,” he says.
“To many more,” I add. We drink our champagne, holding onto one another, watching as the sun sets. Tears fill my eyes and Ranger notices.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his arm tight around my waist.
“Just thinking about the things we’ve gone through in the last five years. Lydia growing up, for starters — her life is taking shape in a way we never would have dreamed.”
“Roxanne and Stella, too,” Ranger adds. Their unlikely love stories reminded us how precious love is, how finding it can change everything. How once you have it in your hands, you should never let go.
“And T-Bone,” I say, missing the man who I came to see as a grandpa in the kitchen. We spent a lot of time together flipping flapjacks and making Sunday dinner for Heartland MC. Before he got sick, before we had to say goodbye.
“He was a good man,” Ranger says. “Remember when you made him that birthday cake and got two strippers to jump out of it?”
I laugh, remembering the day so vividly. T-Bone was so caught off-guard, but rumor has it, he had a great night.
“The twins learning to walk. Talk. Being their dad has been…” Ranger pulls me to him. “We’re lucky Ruby. So damn lucky.”
“Do you want to go swimming?” I ask him.
“It’s really dark out.”
I smile. “Then we can go skinny dipping.”
I remember the first time we went skinny dipping, out at Hollow Lake. “No fighting this time though,” Ranger says.
Hand in hand, we leave the room and head to the beach, grabbing towels on our way. We keep walking, past the resort to a more remote stretch where no one is out.
The stars shine and we undress quickly, running into the warm water, shaking with laughter. I gasp,
“Phosphorescence!”
It’s beautiful. When we push our hands through the water, there is a trail of sparkles left behind. We laugh, moving our bodies, watching the magic unfold.
“God, this is incredible,” Ranger says, pulling me close. We are in shallow enough water that we can touch the sandy floor. I wrap my legs around my husband, my arms tight around his neck. His cock is hard, and I lick my lips, relishing how romantic this is.
“You are incredible,” I tell him, taking his length in my hand, and sinking down on him, my body filling up with him as he leans down and kisses me.
My eyes close as the moon hangs heavy in the dark sky above us. I ease my hips in gentle circles, refusing to forget a single second of this.
The night I met Ranger, I longed for an ocean, wanting so badly to get swept away in a tide that would carry me away somewhere safe.
Ranger gave me his helmet and I held onto him as we rode though the rainstorm. I clung to him, wondering if he was my ocean, both my deep-sea dive and my life raft.
Now, as we make love with the glittering sea life around us, I open my eyes, looking up at the stars, knowing even if I had a million wishes to make on each of them, I could never wish for something more beautiful than what I already have.
Ranger is more than my ocean.
He is my home.
* * *
The End
Heartlands MC
Killian by Olivia T. Turner: My Book
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Saint by Dani Wyatt: mybook.to/Saint
Ranger by Frankie Love: My Book
The alpha males of Heartlands Motorcycle Club are the most possessive, devoted, and territorial men in the country when it comes to the ones they love.
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