by Eve R. Hart
Life was pretty damn good. I had no complaints at all. I was loved and I was able to love in return.
“Babe? Did you hear a word I said?” Axe asked and I shook myself out of my daze.
“Huh? Sorry, what?” I smiled at him.
“Cresta said she’d watch Neiryn tonight.”
I shot him a confused look. I mean, I knew Cresta was Tank’s older sister and since Axe was very close with Tank’s family, that part didn’t really shock me. I just didn’t understand why she was watching him. Had we made plans that I’d forgotten about?
“I’m taking you out tonight, baby,” Axe said and his face held that cute little unsure look that he sometimes got. He was up to something. But I always loved his surprises, so I was excited.
“Okay, but why?” I asked.
“One, because I fucking want to.” He kissed me and I waited for more. “Two, because I fucking love you and you deserve a magical—yes, fucking magical—night out. Three, because I know you’ve never really gone on a proper date. And four, I want to show your sexy as fuck ass off. I want everyone to know that this bitch is mine.”
His lips devoured mine and I melted into him. I couldn’t argue with any of those reasons.
“I’m sorry that club shit has been crazy for so long,” he said turning serious for a moment. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I want to take you on your first real date. I hope you’re ready, baby, I plan to pull out all the stops tonight.” He winked at me, which caused me to giggle like a damn school girl.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I said sitting up straight in panic.
If he was really going to take me out, then I felt like I needed to look my best. Plus, I wanted to dress up. It had been a long time since I’d had a chance to really go all out.
“Reagan will be over here in a few,” he said with a devilish smirk on his lips. “She’s got everything covered. I’m gonna go get Neiryn set up at Cresta’s while you chicks do your thing.”
“I hope you don’t expect to get laid tonight. A lady never has sex on a first date.” I said playfully batting my lashes at him.
“Oh, I know I’m gonna get laid after this date. First, there is no way in hell I could stay away from this tight cunt.” He ran his fingers along the inside of my thigh. “And second, you are going to be begging for it by the time we’re done.”
He touched me, just briefly, long enough to prove his point.
I had no doubt that by the end of the night, not only would I let him in between my legs, but I’d be pleading for it as well.
Axe
Three years ago, I first laid eyes on the woman of my dreams.
Two years ago, I finally saw the light in her eyes that let me know that she had let go of the past.
One year ago, I told her ‘I do’ with every inch of my soul.
And eight months ago, she told me I was going to have my hands full soon.
And damn if she wasn’t right.
“Breathe, baby, breathe,” I said softly as my hand smoothed over her damp hair.
“Don’t you tell me to breathe. You switch places with me and see how it feels when I tell you to breathe,” she growled as she fought her way through another contraction.
Reagan chuckled on the other side of the bed and I wanted to fucking throw something at her. I shot her a look that let her know she was in no way helping the situation.
“Twins, Axe. Twins!” Allison screamed like I didn’t know that she had been cooking two of them in her stomach this whole time. “Why the fuck did you have to have super sperm?!”
That time I chuckled.
You see, she had her IUD taken out and pretty much, she was pregnant right away. To be fair, we did fuck a lot. A lot! She was a bit overwhelmed and in shock when we found out we were getting two bundles of joy at once instead of one. But I wasn’t. I was happier than a pig in shit. Then again, I wasn’t the one having to carry them.
The pregnancy had been a rollercoaster of emotions—and food cravings. I dealt with it like any happy, in love as fuck man would, I rolled with it. If she wanted hamburgers at two in the morning, I got out of bed and made that shit. If she wanted peanut butter, chocolate, and fried eggs then I made sure she had it in a bowl layered to perfection. And when her back and feet hurt, I massaged her until she was a relaxed, limp mass on the bed. Oh, and how could I forget. When she was horny, which was all the time through the whole thing, I was there to fuck her into satisfaction.
I led such a hard life.
Not really, I loved every minute of it. As long as my woman and my son were happy, then I felt like a damn king.
Neiryn was excited about being a big brother. He helped us decorate the nursery and it was the cutest thing. He even helped me build the cribs. By the time we were done, we were crib building masters.
“Uhhhh!” Allison grunted out with another contraction. “Why do I have to love your cock so much?!”
Damn this woman. I fucking loved the shit outta her!
While I wanted to tell her in no way was I complaining that she did, I knew now wasn’t the best time to say something like that.
“I think it’s time,” the doctor said as she popped up from between Allison’s legs. “When the next contraction hits, get ready to push.”
I still couldn’t believe she opted to do this vaginally. I was damn proud of her, that was for sure.
“My twat is going to be so stretched out after this you aren’t going to want to fuck me anymore.” Now she was almost crying. I knew it was the hormones messing with her and the intensity of the situation.
“Nah, baby. You do remember how big my dick is, right?” I said, trying to go for funny. Though it was true, I wanted to ease any and all of her worries.
“Okay, yeah,” she said as she sniffed.
“Don’t call it a twat. It’s a cunt or a pussy. And more importantly, it’s my cunt,” I said as I smiled down at her.
We talked like we weren’t in a room surrounded by people who didn’t understand our dynamic. I was sure they would have a great story to tell for later.
“Okay,” the doctor said, cutting in. “Ready?”
She had a death grip on my hand as her body started to curl in on itself.
“Push, bitch,” I said as I wrapped my free arm around her back to comfort her.
An hour later, we were sitting in a quiet room, each of us holding one of our perfect bundles.
“Wait,” she said, her voice sounded sleepy. “Which one do I have?”
I chuckled, knowing that it was the stress of giving birth and the drugs that had her turned around. Well, maybe. To be honest, they looked the fucking same.
“Amara,” I replied with a smile as I looked at the cute as fuck baby she was holding in her arms. My eyes shifted back to the little one I had resting against my chest. The only reason I knew I was holding Elyse was that I had put one of her socks on inside out after we had determined who was who. Hey, I was smart. I knew I’d get them confused. Identical. Twins. A man could only keep track of so many things. So, yes, I did the sock thing. And no, I wasn’t going to tell Allison how I knew the difference.
“You’re outnumbered now,” she let out a half-sigh, half-laugh.
“I don’t fuckin’ mind,” I said with a damn face-splitting grin.
There were so many girls. Diesel and Ellie’s girl, Fate. Loch and Reagan’s girl, Madelyn. And now ours, Amara and Elyse. Someone was bound to have a boy soon. I felt bad for Grass because he was the closest in age and also the oldest of all of them. Though he took it like a champ. He looked out for Fate and Madelyn all the time.
I could only imagine what Grass would do when those two girls started dating. I had a feeling he would be worse than their dads.
“Tank,” Allison’s voice called out in a chipper whisper. Her face lit up with a smile and I could tell she was still loopy from the meds. “Come in.”
“Hey, momma. How ya doing?” He asked as he pushed his way into the roo
m and not-so-little any more Grass was hot on his heels. “Sorry, this guy kept buggin’ to come see the little ones.”
Allison laughed, her attitude was much different from the one she’d had just an hour ago. She made being in the delivery room an experience, that was for sure. Wasn’t to say that I didn’t love the fuck out of it. I would take that woman any way I could.
“Congratulations, prez.” Tank said as he firmly gripped my shoulder.
I couldn’t hide the smile even if I wanted to. I could see the happiness for me shining in his eyes and I would have sworn the big fucker was about to cry. God, I loved that guy.
Over the next hour, the brothers and the women filtered in and out of the room. Each of them giving us their congratulations. Tank’s mom, who was watching Neiryn for us while this all went down, came in last. She wanted to give us some time to deal with everyone and get comfortable with the girls.
She had offered to keep him until we got home, but I just couldn’t. I wanted the Lil man to be there because I needed him to know that he was apart of this too. I didn’t want him to think that just because we now had two new additions that meant that he would be pushed to the side.
I had everything a man could ever ask for. I had my club and loyal as fuck brothers. I had a family that was bigger than I could even count. I had an amazing as fuck woman who had as much strength as she did heart. And I had three beautiful kids.
I was one lucky motherfucker.
Some days, I woke up and still couldn’t believe it was all real, but then I would roll over and the proof would be right there beside me in bed.
When I thought back on my life, and the journey it had taken to get here, I was just amazed that we had both found each other.
Oh, and the club was doing amazing. Moon Hill had grown over the last few years.
Reagan and Loch had fixed up the bar and now it was full almost every night with people other than bikers. Though, we did still hang out there quite a bit. Guessed it was a good thing we got along with everyone.
The garage was still up and running and since we were the only place in town that serviced cars, we never were hurting for business.
It seemed that Dane, who finally got his patch a month after we took down Savage, had a real passion for barbecue. He made some mean rubs and sauces. The club helped him open up a BBQ joint in the middle of town and that place took off like wildfire. He had a full staff and was always trying new things. I think that was what the people liked the most. They could get a different taste of something they knew they would love.
The new chapter was thriving. They had the biggest set up of us all, but then again they were in a pretty decent sized city. The docks were ours and things were finally running smoothly down there. For a while, there had been some tension with other syndicates, but that was to be expected. We came in and without meaning to, changed the dynamics between all of them. But it was now back on the upswing.
And just in case you were wondering about Jessica, we still talked every now and then. She had found her place and I was over the moon for her. She left the club a few months after we took down The Devil’s Kings. And you would never believe who her knight in shining armor was. Let me tell you, it was one killer story.
Oh, this isn’t the end.
This is only the fucking beginning!
**Bonus Short Story**
A Valentine’s Day Surprise for Pixie
A Steel Paragons MC short story
By Eve R. Hart
This is a special bonus short story. It’s a stand alone story involving Diesel, Ellie, and Chris.
There is some M/M action in here.
Just to warn you in case it isn’t your kind of story.
Don’t worry, there is no club action in here, so you won’t miss out if you choose to pass.
Diesel
“How was your day, Pixie?” I asked as I buried my face in her neck and wrapped my arms around her from behind.
The house smelled amazing, just like it did every day I came home from work. She wiggled her butt against me but didn’t stop stirring the soup she was cooking for dinner. Man, I loved that fucking woman. I got lucky that she found me.
A groan escaped me as my dick twitched behind my zipper.
“El,” I growled in warning but she just giggled at me.
“My day was good,” she said answering my question from a minute ago. “Yours?”
“Long,” I replied as I kissed my way up her neck. “Those pictures you sent me didn’t help either.”
Seemed I had turned little, innocent Ellie into my own personal sex fiend. Not that I minded one fucking bit.
“Your package came,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at me.
Her cheeks tinted pink and by the look in her eyes, she had an idea just what that package contained. There were times when she still had that cute little shyness about her and I loved it. But once I got her naked, she wasn’t so shy anymore.
“Oh, yeah?” I said acting surprised.
I lightly nipped her shoulder before I stepped back and walked over to the table. Sure enough, there was a box with my name on it. I picked it up and turned to her. She took the spoon out of the soup and replaced the lid. Her eyes lit the fuck up when she turned to look at me.
“Well?” She motioned with an impatient hand for me to open it. Only I wasn’t going to. “Diesel, please,” she said with those little sad eyes that got me just about every time.
Not this time though, she could plead and beg all she wanted, but she was still going to have to wait.
Tucking the box under my arm, I walked back over to her, placed one hell of a kiss on her pouty lips, then walked away without another word. When she harrumphed, I couldn’t help but to chuckle.
Valentine’s Day was around the corner. This was our first real one together. Club drama was at a minimum and we were all safe. Fate was sleeping through the night, though I had made plans to be kid free on the big night. So, this was the one that was going to count.
My sweet Pixie had never really had a chance to explore things. I knew she was curious, though she wouldn’t ever say it out loud. She usually let me take the lead and if she liked it, she would get into it. Sometimes, it took her a while to let her inhibitions slip, but when they did, she was a dirty, sexy, wildcat—claws and all. And you wouldn’t hear me complaining one fucking bit.
So, I had this grand ole plan to give her a little surprise every night for the next few days. The big day would come with a big gift, something she would really want but might be too reserved to ask for. I was using the next few days to figure out what that was, because, if I was being honest, there were too many options for what that could be. Until then, I was going to throw out ideas here and there, you know, fill her mind with sexy thoughts and see what really got her going. I was prepared to pull whatever it was that she wanted out of her. I knew I had to make her comfortable in every way in order for her to let go. Guessed it was a good thing that I wasn’t particularly squeamish about many things.
Later that night, after Fate had been asleep for a while and we knew she wasn’t going to wake again, I flopped down on the couch. I sat there like I didn’t have anything better to do. Though, truth was, I couldn’t wait to get my Pixie naked. It was like that all the time. I always thought that I would get bored being with one person for a long period of time. But, then I found my one and I never looked back.
“Diesel.” Her light and airy voice floated through the room with a hint of a pleading whine to it. I chuckled to myself knowing exactly why.
She made her way over to me, her nipples already pebbled under her thin tee. I could see she was trying to be slick by losing her bra.
I grabbed the remote like I was going to watch some TV but didn’t actually turn it on. Though I acted like the box was long forgotten, it was the only thing on my mind.
“Caleb,” she whispered as she straddled my lap. My hands automatically went to her waist and with a firm jerk, I pulled her clo
ser to me. I knew she could feel how hard I was for her. Her sweet moan filled the air. “Please,” she begged.
“Please what, baby?” I breathed into her skin as my lips sucked and nibbled the tender flesh of her neck. Her body shivered and I loved how she reacted to me every single fucking time. “What do you need, Pixie?”
“I want to know what’s in the box. Are you really going to make me wait until Valentine’s Day?” Her fingers threaded through my hair and she gave a little tug.
I pulled back to look into her green eyes. They sparkled with mischief and when she bit the side of her lip, I was done for. As my hands firmly grabbed her ass, I stood up. Her legs automatically went around my waist. With lightning steps, I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed.
“This box?” I asked as I pointed to the box that wasn’t even a foot away from her head. She nodded frantically and I pulled out my knife, slicing the tape all the way through. “Go ahead, babe.” I sat down next to her as she rolled over so fast her hair violently whipped around.
She dove in without looking, her hand came back out with the first thing she grabbed. She stared at it for a bit with a shocked expression on her face.
I knew I wasn’t going to have to explain this one but I had a feeling it would take her a moment to catch on. It didn’t really look like a vibrator and that was sort of its appeal. It looked more like some weird decoration. The purple color was anything but flesh toned and it looked like two flower petals, one bigger than the other.
I should have put a little more thought into this. There was sort of an order it should have gone in so as not to scare her or make her more confused. But it was too late now. All I could do was to hope that things came out in somewhat of the right order.
“Is…is this a vibrator?” she asked and the last part came out as a hushed whisper. I chuckled because she was so damn cute.
“Yes, baby. For those nights when I’m away. Never want to leave you unsatisfied,” I said as I watched her claw at the packaging to release the thing. “Or, you know, I could use it on you. If you want.”
