by K E Osborn
This is actually happening.
It finally clicks.
I’m pregnant.
I knew, I mean in the hospital it registered, but not until right now with all this hype is it truly sinking in.
This is big.
This is kind of… amazing!
“Welcome to your party, Mylee. We’re celebratin’ this amazing news,” Freckles cheers.
Again my brain registers as I look around noticing the balloons, streamers, and the giant inflatable baby—geez that shit’s actually kind of creepy—it makes me laugh. I glance to Trax who’s grinning wide. I wonder if he knew about this. He shrugs as warmth flows through me in delight.
“You guys… thanks so much.”
Lala grabs my hand dragging me away as she leads me over to a group of people. Sass, Foxy, Ruby, everyone’s here including all the brothers. I’m swarmed by people congratulating me, and I lap it up. This is going to be a good thing. So I get lost in the party, enjoying it as I glance over to Trax who’s standing with his brother watching me with a giant lopsided smile on his face. He appears undeniably happy.
The party continues on with fun, laughter, drinking—orange juice for me, of course. I’m busy chatting with Lala when Ace makes his way over, his man bun in perfect order. I smirk when he throws his hands out to the side.
“Well, well… congratulations are in order,” he praises leaning in giving me a brief hug.
“Honestly, I wasn’t sure I would cope, but having you guys supporting me like this…” I trail off.
He bumps my shoulder. “Mylee, you know you always have my support. No matter what life throws at you. But this? This is fantastic news. Fuck! I couldn’t be happier you and Trax are settling down. I couldn’t imagine anyone better, you’re perfect for him.”
My heart leaps into my throat. I sigh as I reach out grabbing Ace and pulling him into another tight hug. Ace has always been good to me, been such a great friend.
A clearing throat makes me pull back to see Trax standing beside us. His eyes show he’s perturbed, so I break free from Ace as I roll my eyes.
“Urgh, get over it,” I mock.
Trax raises his brow feigning disapproval. “Get over it? I’ll show you get over it,” he grunts as he grabs me around the waist hoisting me into his arms.
I let out a scream as I throw my arms around his neck while everyone laughs. “Trax! Put me down. This is our party.”
He chuckles. “Party’s over, baby,” he yells as he walks us through the crowd toward the hall.
I giggle as I wave to everyone while we disappear down the hall. We step up to Trax’s room, he walks us in closing the door with his foot. He strolls over to the bed then proceeds to place me down onto the mattress. His broad frame, teamed with his lopsided smirk makes my clit throb instantly. His tongue darts out licking his bottom lip seductively which only makes me clamp down on my bottom lip.
He saunters toward me as he shrugs out of his cut. I raise my brow as he places it on the table beside the bed. “Don’t throw me cheek like that in front of my brothers, Mylee.” He steps up to the edge of the bed, his fingers linking with the hem of his shirt as he yanks it over his head, his abs almost glisten against the slight sheen on his body which makes the bruises seem darker. Slight tension fills the room.
“It’s just so easy to tease you when it comes to Ace,” I taunt him.
He groans, throwing his shirt to the floor bringing his knee to the edge of the bed beside my leg. His hands move either side of me, the bed dipping with his weight as he moves over the top of me. My hands slide up his strong biceps. That spark that we both always feel ignites between us as I pull my lips in tight together, and he glares down at me.
“You’re being very disobedient, Sparx.”
My brows pulls together. “Sparks?”
He inches closer. I feel it, the energy, the pulse, the spark. “I know you feel it. I fucking come alive near you, Mylee. You electrify me, even when you’re being a brat. You never fail to ignite me. So, I’m calling you Sparx from now on… with an x at the end to match my name. Trax and Sparx.”
Drawing my bottom lip in by my teeth, a shiver washes over my spine. Foxy and Sass both have Old Lady names. I’m so fucking honored that Trax is giving me one too. One to match his nonetheless.
“Sparx… I like it.”
He rolls his hips into me making me whimper. “Great, now be a good girl and stop with the Ace bullshit.”
I smirk. “But if I do that, you won’t punish me.” I wiggle my eyebrows.
His glare hardens as he groans. “I let you get away with way too much.”
“Then, right now, do whatever you want. I’ve been bad, so teach me how to be good.”
His eyes widen. “Fuck woman!” He sucks in a sharp breath as his hips roll into my pussy. His hard cock ever present. “Even when being a bad girl, you know how to be so, so good.”
I tilt my hips grinding my pussy against the seam of his jeans causing sweet friction between us. We both let out a heavy breath as he shakes his head. He leans in giving me a quick peck on my lips, before pulling back to look at me. He exhales, then bends down sliding his hands down my thighs. The movement is slow, seductive, and it sends a tingle all the way down my spine. I smile as I watch him.
His hands move to my ankle boots pulling them off swiftly as he then makes his way up to the hem of my jeans. All the while, I lay back on the bed, just letting him dish out whatever he wants. He’s running this show. I’m just holding on for the untamed ride. He undoes my jeans then pulls them down slowly along with my panties being cautious of my thigh wound.
He grins widely as he looks at my pussy. I roll my eyes as he stands back from the bed and starts to unbuckle his belt. Instinctively, I begin pulling off the rest of my clothes, throwing them off the bed as he steps out of his jeans. His rock-hard cock springs to attention as he stands before me. I flop back down to the bed.
“Oh no, baby. Up you get. Roll over. On all fours,” he demands.
My stomach flutters with anticipation as I move on the bed. He kneels behind me, the mattress shifting as my knees dig into the soft fabric. My hands splay out as my hair falls down around my face. His hands slide in around my hips—warm, inviting, demanding—as he positions me as he wants me. Anticipation is building, adrenaline is pumping, the need to be with him is overwhelming as my clit throbs so much I feel like it might burst. I want to touch myself to ease the pressure as he moves in behind me, the head of his cock pressing against my pussy.
“Don’t talk like that to me in front of a brother again. Do you hear me?”
I smile. “Yes.”
A sudden slap on my ass sends a sting reverberating through my body as I wince but clench my eyes at the desire flowing through me while I shudder with need. With want.
He better fuck me soon, or I’m going to start begging for it.
“You better promise, Mylee. Or I’m not going to fuck you.”
I audibly whimper as I push back slightly, so the tip of his cock edges inside of me ever so slightly. I relish in the feeling. “I fucking promise, Konnor. I need you.”
With a loud groan, he thrusts forward and up, his thick cock pushing inside of me, so full, so hard, I clench my eyes tight unprepared for the intrusion. My fingers dig in grasping the soft fabric of the quilt. I let out a loud moan as his fingers grab my hips holding me in place.
I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m pregnant which makes everything feel more sensitive, more lustful than normal, but right now he’s only just thrust inside of me, and I feel like I’m right on the edge.
“Shit, Konnor,” I somehow blurt out.
He takes that as his cue to start moving.
Hard.
Fast.
Unrelenting.
I can hardly keep up with him. He’s moving so untamed, wild, feral. He’s fucking me. The sound of skin slapping echoes through the room, the force of his thrusts only makes for waves of deep pleasure to roll through me.
I can hardly catch my breath as I try to keep up with him.
His form of punishment I’ll take any day of the week. Fuck me! I need this every day of the week. If fucking feels this good, I want to do it all day long while I’m pregnant. I don’t care how fucking big I get.
His hand slides down from my waist underneath me. I chew on my bottom lip as his finger finds its way to my clit pressing on it, making everything heighten even more. It’s like the world shifts, and I gasp for much-needed air. My back arches as my skin riddles in sweat. I flame so hot I can barely contain myself. Lights flash behind my eyes as I scream out his name.
“Konnor,” I yell as I explode in the most excruciatingly amazing orgasm of my life. My muscles contract so tight I feel myself squeezing around his cock as he groans, jolting still. I feel his cock throb then unload inside of me with untamed force.
“Fuck,” he roars as his fingers grip onto my hips so tight I think it might bruise my already bruised body.
We both pant as I collapse to the bed. Both our bodies drop from the exhaustion. He falls to my side pulling out of me as he goes. I turn my head to the side to face him, then he smiles at me while reaching out swiping some hair from my face.
“Fuck! My desires got the better of me, and I treated you roughly. I’m a dickhead.”
“I know you’d never hurt me. Besides, I like it when you punish me,” I murmur.
He chuckles. “I can punish you whenever you want, Sparx.”
I lean over planting a soft kiss on his lips, the moment now tender unlike the hard fucking from moments before. I like how we can go from hard to soft. We have variations in our relationship, and we know exactly how to deal with each other.
This is why we work.
We know each other so well.
This is why I know we will work.
Why we have to work.
Because together, we just… fit.
***
Laying in Trax’s bed, his arms around me, I can’t help but think being pregnant makes sex feel even better. Is that possible? I need to Google that shit. If it is the case, we’re going to be having a lot of sex. Letting out a contented sigh, I glance around his room, taking in its size. It’s big. Not huge, but much larger than my room. I know I need to make the move now. Being pregnant and claimed means I need to be in here with my man. I have to move my things in and be with him, but we also need to make this room baby friendly.
Rolling on my side, I rest on my elbow looking at Trax as he continues to lay on his back looking at the wall.
“We’re going to have to move out my desk, maybe paint the walls. Make this a real little family area. I have a heap of closet space, so there’s no worry about all your stuff fitting in here. But you are moving in here, Sparx. Don’t even think about fighting me on this.”
I run my finger up and down his bare chest. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m your Old Lady. I belong in here with you. I was actually just thinking about moving all my stuff in here. I would like to keep my room as an office, though. I want us to just be a family in here, and work should be separated.”
Trax grabs my arms, spinning me, so I fall back to the bed as he moves in on top of me. I giggle as he looks down then gently places a kiss on my nose. “As it should be.” He continues to look down at me with nothing but love in his eyes.
I move my hand up to caress his cheek. “Tell me… do you want a girl or a boy?”
He rolls off me, laying back on the bed pulling me into his chest for a cuddle. “It has to be a boy. I don’t know what the fuck I’d do if it were a girl.”
I let out a laugh. “You’d spoil her like a fucking princess.”
He lets out another contented sigh. “Yeah… yeah, I would. Maybe I do want a girl after all…” His face contorts. “Oh shit! Then she’s going to want to go on dates when she’s older. No. Fuck! No. It has to be a boy… boys are all I can handle.” He turns toward me, his hand reaching out rubbing my bare tummy. His body bending over as he shuffles down the bed, his lips pressing on my stomach making my heart flutter. My fingers threading through his hair. “You hear me in there, you have to be a boy, so I can teach you how to ride a bike and shoot a gun… I can’t teach a girl that shit.”
“Why the hell can’t you teach a girl that? I know how to ride and shoot a gun?”
He looks up at me, his brows creasing as he takes in this information. “Well, shit! Yeah, I suppose you do. Crap! I’m going to have a biker brat. Fuck… I’m going to be a dad,” he gushes excitedly making me smile so wide, loving how enthusiastic he is right now.
Seeing him happy is making me happy. Knowing he’s in this with me makes everything that little bit easier. This is by no means going to be easy, but maybe, just maybe, it might be the best thing to happen to both of us.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TRAX
One Week Later
The last week with Sparx has been great. Knowing we have an appointment in a week with the OB/GYN to see the baby for the first time is all I can think about. But Enzo has been on our case and, to be honest, I don’t blame him. While I’m celebrating the surprise of bringing my child into the world, he’s dealing with the departure of his, and we need to get our asses in gear and get this sorted for him before the Scarsis won’t accept the trade.
Enzo has already told them we have a woman to trade in Zia’s place. Torque was able to get Cindi prepped and prepared for the handover. Woman is crazy if you ask me, but if she’s down for it, then more praise to Cindi, and the club will be indebted to her.
Ace has uploaded a file on Cindi making her seem like she has no past, no connections other than the club, and it’s as if no one will miss her. The file is really convincing if you ask me. It contains everything including her fighting abilities.
So today, we’re heading off into Scarsi territory to make the trade. Cindi for Zia, and hope like hell nothing goes wrong. We’re all mingling in the clubhouse ready to ride out to the meet point.
Ruby is holding onto Cindi like she’ll never see her again. I exhale hating that if this all goes south, we could lose Cindi—this is a huge fucking risk.
Sparx is standing back in the corner watching. She knows a little of what’s going on but not the full extent. I didn’t want to scare her.
Kline walks up to Cindi along with Ace. “Cindi, Ace has designed a tracker that’s untraceable to outside sources. If you’re scanned, no one will pick it up, but the club will be able to see where you are at all times.” Kline holds up a syringe, and Cindi nods with a bright smile.
“Of course you did, Ace,” Cindi beams. “I swear if Cyberdyne Systems ever exists, you’re gonna be working there,” she calls out, and we all chuckle at the Terminator reference as Kline injects the small bug into Cindi’s underarm.
“Okay, we all know how this goes. We play by Enzo’s rules, follow his lead. It’s his family on the line here. Disperse,” Torque calls out.
I stride over to Sparx grabbing her hands and looking her in the eyes. “Look after that baby of ours.”
She smiles. “Look after you. I can’t do this on my own, Daddy.”
A beaming smile lights my face as I lean in and kiss her hard, the kiss is quick as Torque sends a sharp whistle through the room. I break away from her as I mouth ‘love you,’ and I turn walking over to Cindi and wrap my arm around her shoulders. “C’mon beautiful, you’re riding with me.”
She chuckles. “Well, I thought you’d never ask,” she chimes with a wink.
***
Cindi’s grip on me is tight as we ride the twenty-five-minute journey to the Illinois International Port District. It’s further out from both the Andretti and Defiance turf, so we’re heading into Scarsi territory. This is unknown terrain for us. We don’t know exactly how the Scarsi’s operate, Defiance has never dealt with them. We’ve never had to. Enzo bringing us into his war with them doesn’t seem like a good idea to me, but it’s too little too late to back out now.
When you owe a debt, it must
be paid.
And we owe Enzo.
Plus, this is something I can’t let pass, nor can my brothers. An innocent eleven-year-old girl being sold into a trafficking ring is not acceptable. We won’t stand for it. I won’t stand for it. So if swallowing my fucking pride when it comes to Enzo and helping the fucker out means I need to step it up, I’m going to.
The roar of our bikes soars down the street leading to the docks. If we wanted to be unannounced, we went about it the wrong way. But they knew we were coming, so what’s the point in being stealthy? I notice the red Alpha Romeos are already here, and as we slowly pull up, one by one, the engines turning off and dulling the roar to a silence, only the calm, soothing sounds of Lake Michigan roll and rock against the side of the docks.
Enzo, Franky, and his men step out of the Romeos, and we slide off our rides as Cindi converts into her character immediately. She yanks off her helmet, throwing it to the ground, and then starts to bolt. Opening my eyes wide, I race after her, my strides twice the size of hers catching her almost instantly as I grab Cindi around the waist holding her to me. She lets out an almighty scream as she throws her legs in the air, thrashing about.
“No, let me go. You can’t do this to me, you fucking assholes. I hate you, you motherfucking—”
I cover her mouth with my hand as I drag her back toward the group and struggle to keep hold of her. I lean against her ear. “You’re doing perfect, keep it up.”
She struggles even harder, kicking me in my shin. Pain sears through my leg as I let out a grunt. “Fuck!”
“Feisty. I like her. Maybe she will be better than Zia after all,” a voice chimes from behind us as we all turn to see a bunch of men in well-tailored suits with a bright blue handkerchief hanging out their top pockets. The main guy stares at Cindi and me. She stops kicking for a moment as she glares at the guy. He’s tall, well built, oily black hair slicked back with far too much grease. He has an air about him as his eye twitches in a menacing way. I’m sure women would find him attractive, but there’s something about him, he sends off a vibe, something that screams don’t come near me.
