Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3

by Amo Jones

  “I don’t want it with anyone else, I only want our kids. If it’s not with you, then it’s not with anyone.” He swings open his door and I’m greeted with an immaculate apartment space.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper while glancing around the place. One would think someone who wears a suit lives here, not someone who wears an MC patch. However, it feels empty, as if he never spends any time here. It definitely needs a women’s touch.

  “What does ‘holy shit’ mean?” he asks walking into the open-plan marble kitchen and dropping his keys on the counter.

  “It means, I wasn’t expecting you to be so…tidy? Classical? I don’t know. It’s beautiful,” I say smiling at him. He walks to the fridge, takes out a beer and moves over to me, pulling me into his chest.

  “It’s just for now, baby. Once the house is done, you can do whatever you want with the space. I’ll leave all that shit up to you.” I look up to him, almost hurting my neck because he’s that tall.

  I pinch my lips together. “It all seems a little much? Doesn’t it?”

  He shakes his head, putting his beer back on the bench and picking me up as if I weigh nothing. But, in actual fact, I know I weigh at least, one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, and that’s being generous.

  “Baby, I’ve loved you since day one. My heart knew before my mind did. I should’ve guessed it because of the feelings I had for you. But for some people, it doesn’t always work out like that.”

  I swallow and look into his eyes. “So this doesn’t feel fast to you?”

  He shakes his head. “Hell no. This is something that should’ve been done a long fucking time ago.”

  He pulls my face down to his, kissing me long and hard. With his soft lips meshing perfectly with mine. He places me back down to the floor, grasping my hand and picking up his beer.

  “Come, I’ll show you around.”

  I follow him around, as he shows me all three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a games room. The master bedroom is huge, with a super king sized leather bed and a massive walk in wardrobe. The en-suite bathroom that comes off the master bedroom is amazing and by far one of my most favorite rooms in the house. It’s all black marble with a supersized tub that sits in the middle of the room. When we come back into the living room, he picks me back up and throws me onto his over-sized large L shaped sofa. It could fit ten Ades and King Kong on it. I laugh and sink down into the huge cushions that scatter around the sofa.

  “I think, I might just sleep on this.” I pat the spot next to me.

  He laughs and walks back to the kitchen. “Not happening.”

  Getting up off the sofa, I follow him into the kitchen. “I should probably tell you now,” I say leaning my elbows on the bench, “I don’t cook. Unless you want food poisoning,” I say batting my lashes.

  He pulls out a bottle of champagne Armand de Brignac out of the fridge, takes a glass out of the cupboard and slides it over to me pouring the champagne into my glass.

  “Ace of Spades Rose?” I ask, lifting the glass to my lips. “I’m impressed.”

  He laughs putting the pink bottle back into the fridge. “So, I like good wine.” He shrugs before continuing, “And it’s a good thing I cook then. I can teach you.”

  I gulp down my first mouthful, licking the wine from my lips.

  “You cook?” I ask in disbelief.

  He rolls his eyes. “Don’t judge. I learned at a young age. When your mom stops being a mom, you have to learn the simple things like cooking or you don’t eat.” My face drops and I round the bench, pulling him into me.

  “The fact that you had to go through that breaks my heart. I could never do that to my son, I will never do that to my own son.”

  He smirks and leans down to my face. “We should get making then.”

  I push at his chest, stopping his movements. “Yeah, no babies. I need to finish Uni, and then we can start. For now, you just keep being the best uncle in the world to the babies you already have.” He pouts and drops his lip. I swear to God, I want to eat him right here on the spot. How am I supposed to let this man out of the house when all I can think about is riding him through until next week.

  “I want my own, though, imagine our babies.”

  I laugh, taking another gulp of wine. It’s disturbing because the more he talks about it, the more the idea of having his babies excites me.

  “What if we have six girls and one boy?” I ask with wide eyes.

  His face pales and he shakes his head. “Nope, no way. There’s no way I can pump out that many girls.” He scoops my legs up from under me, carries me to his room, and throws me onto his bed. Before making love to me for the second time today.

  He closes his hands around mine as I lay my head on his shoulder.

  “You know that was the second time we didn’t use a condom right?” he asks.

  I turn my body to face him. “I’m on the pill, Ade.”

  He pulls back from me. “Not from now on your not. Throw that shit out. I’m serious, Kalie. Let it be if it’s going to happen. I’ll take care of you.”

  My eyes widen. I really don’t think he’s going to drop this baby thing.

  “Ade, you haven’t even met my parents yet,” I say leaning up on my hand.

  He gets out of bed and throws some jeans on.

  “What are you doing?” I ask with a smile.

  He throws on a T-shirt. “Get up. We’re going to meet the parents.”

  I laugh. “Right now? You want to travel all the way to Las Vegas, right now? I’m tired of traveling. We will go this weekend,” I say, getting up and grabbing onto his hand and pulling him back onto the bed.

  He crawls up to me, licking my neck. “Promise?”

  I giggle. “I promise.”

  My mom is going to eat him alive. Not in the way you probably think a mother would eat her daughter’s new boyfriend who’s part of a motorcycle club alive, but in the way a cougar would. My mom is going to drool all over him and it’s going to be slightly embarrassing.

  I cannot wait. Yay. I think sarcastically to myself.

  Six Months Later

  “Ade, why can’t I take the blindfold off? I’ve seen the plans,” I say as we drive out to our newly built home.

  Ade has been adamant that he didn’t want me seeing any progress on the house until it was finished. I started University two months ago, and it’s been a busy time for us, but we’re as strong as ever. Ade’s tattoo parlor is a huge hit downtown and we’ve just opened a custom bike garage as well. He hired people to run both businesses because his main role lies within the club, that hasn’t changed.

  Vicky found out that she and Blake are having another baby—twins. So we’re all happy and excited about that, more Ade than anyone. My scary, beautiful beast loves his niece and nephew so much. He’s a big softie with the kids and he’s going to make a great dad, one day, not today though. I have managed to keep him busy with other things to keep his mind off implanting his child into me. I took him to Vegas that weekend to meet my parents, and just as I suspected my mom embarrassingly ogled him. I think back…

  We pulled up to my parents’ extravagant home. It was well equipped with a maid and a cook. My father comes from old money and runs a successful business in new computer software that everyone uses. So to say my parents are wealthy was probably a slight understatement. Although they have money, they are the most understanding parents in the world. They don’t come with the snotty attitude most of their rich friends have. My dad’s old school, where my mom’s very new school. They balanced each other out a lot, I think. Ade stopped the truck and opened the door. I swung my door open just as my mom walked out of the massive front door, passing the ginormous white pillars.

  “Honey!” she squealed, walking down the steps.

  “Hey Mom,” I said hugging her tightly.

  “Mom, this is Ade,” I said, pointing to Ade, who was standing next to me.

  Her face blushed and she pulled him in for a hug. “Well, well, well, my
girl has taste. Thank God. She gets that from me by the way.” She winked at Ade.

  He laughed showing his perfectly straight teeth. “I don’t doubt that. Pleased to meet you.”

  My dad walked down with a big cheesy smile on his face.

  “Dad!”

  “Hey, princess.” He pulled me in for a hug.

  “Dad, this is, Ade. Ade…Dad.” I carried the same introductions. They shook hands and began walking back toward Ade’s car, with my dad admiring it.

  And that was where I lost my parents to my boyfriend. He’d won them over in a matter of five minutes.

  “The plans are nothing, baby,” he says.

  We come to a stop, and I hear the truck door open with the sound of gravel crunching underfoot. He reaches my door, popping it open and lightly grasping my hand pulling me out of the truck.

  We bought a truck, an Escalade. I wanted to upgrade my car. So instead, he bought me this and left my Mercedes at the clubhouse.

  I follow him until I feel him stop. His hands come up to my eyes, and he gently removes the blindfold.

  “Holy shit!” All the air leaves my body and my legs shake. “Holy shit, Ade,” I repeat and turn to him and he’s smiling.

  “I know,” he says taking my hand and leading me to the masterpiece.

  It’s stunning. The house sits down a long driveway with a rock garden in the middle so you can circle around the front door. There is a huge wraparound porch. It’s modern brick with so much flat land around the house you could almost build stables for some horses.

  The house is still empty. He’s set on the fact that he wants me to decorate it. As soon as you walk through the door, to the right, there’s a flight of stairs.

  He points to the stairs. “Seven bedrooms,” he states then winks at me.

  “Seven?” I ask.

  “Six kids, baby. They’ll have the best of everything.”

  Right, I almost forgot about the six kid’s thing.

  I follow him through to the open plan modern kitchen, and huge living room space that opens out to a massive back yard. The yard has so much potential and the living room is equipped with one of the biggest fireplaces I’ve ever seen. It’s beautiful.

  “I love it,” I say to him with a smile and a tear pricking my eyes.

  This is where we’re going to build our family together. He takes my hand, moving the engagement ring on my finger.

  “I want to get married, here. This weekend,” he says.

  I see he has that same look in his eyes. The look I’ve learned that means that this is final. I look out to the back yard and swallow.

  “Of course, you do.”

  He smiles, pulling me into him. “Is that, a yes?”

  I smile and kiss him. “That’s a definitely.”

  The weekend after he met my parents, he proposed to me in front of all our friends and family. Making sure my parents were there.

  “Where are we going?” I asked as we were driving into town.

  “I told you, we’re going out for dinner,” he said casually.

  “Dinner? You’re wearing a suit, Ade. And I’m not complaining because, damn, that’s a sight to see. But you never wear a suit.” He looked edible. In a white crisp suit shirt, a black suit jacket was casually thrown over it and black pants with Chuck Taylors on.

  He shrugged. “No big deal, baby.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he laughed.

  “Babe, chill,” he said, taking my hand in his and kissing it lightly.

  We pulled up to Vicky’s restaurant that she owns, and everything was dimly lit. I jumped out of the truck and he took my hand, pulling me toward the restaurant. He pushed open the glass doors and we rounded a corner to the room. The whole place was empty, no one else was there, and when I looked to the center of the room I saw a long table stretched out with all our friends and my parents sitting there.

  “Oh my God!” I looked to Ade and he immediately dropped to one knee, pulling out a little square box. He smiled his panty-wetting smile up at me and popped it open, showing a huge princess cut diamond sitting elegantly on a platinum ring.

  “I love you, Kalie. There was no one before you, and there will be no one after you. Marry me?”

  I nodded my head as tears streamed down my face. “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you,” I said and he picked me up and wrapped my legs around him, kissing me softly. A huge roar of congratulations sounded from behind us. And I looked at everyone with a cheesy smile, flashing up my ring.

  “I love you, baby,” he mumbled into my neck.

  “I love you, too.”

  He smiles down at me, brushing my hair out of my face. “My world is complete with you by my side, babe. This is the first day of the rest of our lives,” he kisses me softly.

  I melt into his arms, where I want to live forever. I feel that feeling again. The feeling of being completely untouchable.

  I know that with my man by my side, I can accomplish anything and anyone, his demons included.

  Five Years Later

  “Ade, I have to go to work,” I say to him while he’s trying to pull me back down to bed.

  “You can work your case with me, baby. This is all the case you will need to solve,” he says grabbing his crotch over the sheet.

  I bite my lip and look down at him. Both his legs are now covered in tattoos. Both legs are all about our journey together as a couple. He’s slowly added more ink to them as our lives progressed. Austin—the man we hired to manage our tattoo parlor—is the best in the state. His work is incredible, and people come to Westbeach just for him to ink them.

  He pulls me down forcefully, and my papers fly up everywhere in the room.

  “Ade!” I squeal loudly, pushing at his chest.

  “Mommy? What’s Daddy doing?” I hear a soft little voice ask from our doorway.

  “Nate, baby. Go and get changed. Daddy’s loving Mommy,” Ade grunts into my neck.

  Nate is our three-year-old little boy. When I found out I was pregnant with him, I was in shock. I’d just finished my first year of law school and everything was soaring, so seeing those two pink lines set my heart and life into full speed. When I told Ade, though, of course, he thought it was hilarious—fist pumps and all. I haven’t seen him quite that happy before, except for the actual birth of Nate, and our wedding day, which was five years earlier…

  To my beautiful Wife to be.

  Hey baby, if you’re reading this letter that means I succeeded in sneaking into your room late last night. I can’t believe that the next time I see you, I’m going to be calling you my wife. You’re my world Kalie, and I meant it when I said I would spend the rest of my life showing you that.

  Starting with these. You have probably never seen them before in your life—well, you better fucking not have… :) I wish I could be there to insert them into your sweet little pussy, but apparently, it’s bad luck. Fuck Vicky and her controlling ways. They’re Ben Wa balls. I think you have an idea on how to insert them, and I’ll be waiting for you at the altar.

  My love is yours forever.

  ~ Ade

  I smiled down at the note, tears already in my eyes. I might need to go light on the makeup today; I was sure I was going to be crying a lot. Vicky bounced up from the bed.

  “Todays the day!” She was clapping her hands together.

  “Um, what is that!” She pointed to my hands where the Ben Wa balls laid.

  “Ah, Ade snuck in our room last night and left them on my bedside table with a note,” I shrugged. She walked over to me, wrapping her robe around herself with a smile.

  “Still a kinky bastard, isn’t he.”

  I nodded my head and laughed. “I don’t think that will ever change.” She slapped my ass and walked into the wardrobe where my gown was hanging.

  “You better get that sexy ass into that dress.” Phoebe pointed from the other bed in the room. I was actually surprised how Ade managed to bypass all the girls in there. We decided on one big room with single beds throughou
t, so we could all sleep together that night. “Yeah, I guess, I should.”

  I walked into the wardrobe and took the dress off the hanger. It was strapless, pure white, and hugged my curves perfectly, before dropping around my feet in a pond. It was beautiful and elegant, exactly what I wanted.

  I removed my robe and Carter walked behind me, handing me my bra to put on. I took it off him. “Thanks, Carter.” I slipped it on and he came from behind to help me put it on.

  He’s silent. I couldn’t see the face he was pulling from behind me while he did up my bra, but I guessed he was having a moment. I took my corset off the rack and wrapped it around my tummy as he started pulling it in tighter.

  “I love you. You know that, right?” I said to him. I heard a sniff and I turned around to face him. “Carter, don’t cry, please, or I’ll start.”

  He wiped his tears and waved his hands away. “Please don’t cry. You’re not pretty when you cry.” I laughed so hard my stomach hurt.

  “Shut up, Priscilla. I’m always pretty.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, you are.”

  Once my corset was nice and tight, I took hold of my suspenders and rolled them up. I then took my dress and stepped into it. I almost stopped breathing when I realized what was happening.

  “I’m getting married,” I whispered. Carter picked up my dress and pulled it over my head and down my body.

  “Yeah, you are, to a man that I’m pretty sure was God’s way of apologizing for making ugly people in this world. Have babies, immediately.”

  I laughed, dragging my hair to one side so Carter could do me up. “That’s not very nice, Carter. It’s what’s on the inside too, you know?”

  He laughed and I could almost sense the major eye roll he was doing. “Bullshit. That’s just a quote some ugly man made up because he wasn’t getting any of the nookie.” I turned around and pushed his chest with a smile.