“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. I can feel you clenching around me, holding me inside you. I’m not going to last. Play with that hot little clit of yours, make yourself come.” He growled as he clasped his hands over her hips and started moving her on his cock. It didn’t take them long before they were both totally out of control. His woman was slamming down on him and he was jerking her down to get as deep inside of her as he could. It never felt as if he could get deep enough. He wanted to fucking live inside that little pussy. He wanted to plant his babies inside this woman and it was a feeling that would have scared the shit out of him a few years ago. But it no longer did.
Holding her down, his cock deep inside of her he met her dark passion filled eyes and gave it to her, the one thing he really wanted.
“I want to put my baby inside you, little bird. I want you to think about it. I don’t need an answer right now, just think about it. I love you, baby, so fucking much. Sometimes it feels like if I don’t see you or touch you or even just talk to you that I’ll go fucking crazy. I swear to you I’ll never leave you or fuck around on you. You’re it for me, sweetheart. Just think about having my baby, okay?”
A smile bloomed over his woman’s beautiful face making her even more beautiful.
“Fuck me, my Viking.” She whispered.
And he gave it to her. He fucked her while they kept staring into each other’s eyes and when they came together it felt as if he had left part of himself inside of her.
If his old lady hadn’t been on birth control he would have sworn that he had just knocked her up. Fuck. He couldn’t wait for it to be the truth. As she lay shuddering against his chest and her pussy rippled around his slowly softening cock he stroked his hands over her ass and up under her t-shirt.
“We’re going to need those tissues the minute you slip out of me, big guy.” She teased against his neck, kissing him before leaning back and looking up into his eyes.
“I made an appointment to see my gynae next week. I’m having a check-up and I’m going off my birth control.” He was stunned silent. “You better get ready to fuck me morning noon and night Hawk Walker because I want our spawn to be friends with River’s boys.”
Jesus. Fuck. He was speechless, could only nod and then it hit him. They were going to try for a baby. A fucking baby. There was no way he could have stopped the delighted smile that lit up his face. No way at all.
“Thank you, baby. I fucking love you.” He whispered before sealing his lips over hers and kissing his old lady.
The kiss was soft and deep and his semi-soft cock hardened inside his woman.
Their second round of loving was as deep but it was slow and intense.
It reverberated through him. They were going to try for a baby.
He was going to have a son or daughter with the woman who was his entire world.
A bit of darkness crept into his happiness. Years ago he had lost a child but this time he knew it wouldn’t happen again. Because this time he would be there every step of the way. Unlike the last time. Shaking his dark thoughts off he concentrated on the woman in his lap.
The fucking love of his life. And she was going to give him a child.
Happy was too small a word for what he felt as he held her in his arms.
It was so much more.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Beast
Beast stood back and admired the job he had just finished. This morning he had left his babies with Genna at Bulldog’s place before coming in to install the ballet barre. He had worked on it in his workshop behind the garages over the weekend and did the last couple of things yesterday. DC had wanted it done by Monday but with all the shit he had to handle for the club and spending time with his girls he had to put it off until today.
He nodded at the prospect waiting with the handheld vac to clean up the dust and bits and pieces left behind by the installation. They were both walking around in their socks because Beast didn’t want to scratch the floor before DC had even used it.
“Boss?” Will’s voice was filled with questions. Beast lifted his eyebrows and waited to hear what they were.
“Why does DC need a ballet studio to work out in? She works out in the gym so why does she need this place? I just don’t get it.”
Beast shook his head. “She’s a female, prospect. They fucking hardly ever make any sense to us males.”
The prospect nodded his head as if he understood. “Pack up my shit and put it back in my workshop. I have to get to church.”
Beast didn’t wait for an answer he just walked to the fancy fucking doors DC had had installed, slipped his feet into his waiting boots and walked out. He stopped at the steps leading up onto the veranda at the front of the clubhouse to tie his laces. He had just finished when Ice rode into the compound and backed his bike into place next Hawk’s. The prospects were washing bikes and Ice threw them his keys for when they needed to move his bike over to the washing area. There was a drain in the cement floor that was connected to a tank from which they watered the grass around the compound. Jagger had made sure they all knew they had to use eco-friendly products only. It fucking cost a pretty penny but judging by the green grass around the clubhouse it was worth it.
The Iron Dogz MC’s property was outside the council’s sewer system so they had septic tanks and grey water systems at each of the properties. All Jagger’s work. He had started his campaign to go green during Bounty’s reign as president and he wasn’t done yet. He had plans to make them completely self-sufficient and Beast agreed with all of his plans.
They would be untouchable if they ran totally off the grid. It was safer for them and their families.
“Morning, brother. How are your girls doing?” Ice asked as he came up to him
“Better every day, man. They’re talking more and laughing more. Only thing still bugging them are those fucking nightmares. Thank fuck they don’t happen as often as they used to.” Beast growled as they made their way inside.
“Good to hear, man.” Ice murmured then slanted a glance Beast’s way when he saw Chris staring at them. “You going to get that shit sorted out?”
Fuck. “I thought I did. I made it clear I was done and I didn’t do it gently at all. Don’t know what else I can do to get her to back the fuck off.” He was so done with this shit.
Ice nodded. “No worries, brother. I’ll have a word and set her straight.”
Beast nodded and walked past the bar without looking at Chris. He was going to be avoiding the fucking common room for the foreseeable future. He’s had enough of bitches to last him a fucking lifetime.
Sinking into his chair next to Kid he nodded at his brothers around the table and leaned back into his chair. Then he looked at Hawk and his back turned to steel. Something was up. He glanced at Ice but saw he looked at their prez the same way.
Wolf closed and locked the door and Hawk waited until he sat down in his chair against the wall before he opened the meeting.
Their prez looked around the room at all the brothers and nodded as if he had made a decision.
“For some weeks now we have been keeping someone safe for Dominick Maingarde. He called me before church to warn me that the threat against her has escalated. And it’s because the threat has escalated that I decided to bring all of you in on it. We need every single fucking one of you to be aware and keeping your eyes open.”
Hawk tapped on the table and all of them knew not to say a word. “She has survived two attempts on her life by the Maingarde Organisation. The first time she was beaten to within an inch of her life before she escaped and made her way to Dom. He took her to one of his safe houses not knowing that he had a rat. The house was attacked and he lost two of his soldiers and four were severely wounded. They were searching for her when Dom and his team arrived and took them out.”
He looked around the table and the room. “He brought her here because it’s the one place he knew she would be safe. It has taken her weeks to recover from the beating and
she’s still seeing a specialist for the injuries to her leg.”
Again he looked around the room. “She’s the reason DC had the studio built. And she’s the reason why we now owe the Devil’s Spawn MC in the US a marker. They are keeping an eye on her family out there.”
“What the fuck, prez?” Bulldog erupted. “You can’t do that shit without asking all of us if we’re okay with owing such a fucking dangerous MC a marker.”
Hawk held his hands up and the rumbles subsided. “It’s a marker with very specific conditions, Bulldog, and they accepted it. I have a feeling they need us for something and it’s something they can’t do themselves. I’m not worried about it at all. What I am worried about is Tori’s safety.”
The name hit like a hot knife sliding into Beast’s gut. It couldn’t be her. She was in the US, dancing with the fucker she had been about to marry a few years back. He breathed through his nose, in and out, in and out, to calm his racing heart.
“That’s a weird name.” Dizzy said from where he sat against the wall.
“It’s a nickname.” Kid was the one who answered and Beast remembered that he had been the one to carry her up to her room when she arrived. Seems like his brother had become something more with the bitch.
“So, who is she?” Boots asked quietly.
Hawk stayed silent for a long time before he spoke.
“Everything you hear in this fucking room stays in this room. You don’t talk to anyone about what you’re about to hear. If I find out one of you talked there’s going to be hell to pay. This woman is in serious fucking danger and we promised Dominick Maingarde that we would keep her safe. Her best friends are Pixie Maingarde and my old lady. And we all know what will happen if you piss off my old lady.”
There were nods around the room and Hawk strangely looked at Kid before he continued. Looking at his brother sitting next to him he saw that his teeth were clenched and the muscles in his jaw was working furiously. His brother wasn’t happy about this. Not at all.
“Her name is Victoria Keating.”
The name rang like a bell in his head and it felt as if a fucking bomb had exploded in his chest. Beast surged up and out of his chair. His chair went flying as he leant over the table towards his prez.
“What the fuck? She’s supposed to be in the US with that Russian fucker. Why is she back? Why the fuck is she here?”
Beast couldn’t stop the words even if he wanted to, and he didn’t want to. Before anyone could answer or stop him he was at the door, had it unlocked and thrown open. He raced down the passage and up the stairs, rage like he had never felt before boiling in his blood. Reason had left when the rage took over, all he knew was that he had to get to her.
Nothing and no one was going to stop him from getting to the bitch. He was finally about to have some peace and she has to come and fuck it all up. She was destroying his peace of mind and he was going to fucking destroy her.
He flung the door to the guest room open and somewhere in the back of his mind he was proud of their prospect. He had his weapon out and trained on Beast’s chest. He shouldn’t have dropped it though. Should have kept it on him until he was sure his charge wasn’t being threatened.
And that’s when he saw her and everything changed. It fucking changed. The blind rage drew back to become a faint simmer in his blood. Now he was only pissed off. She came out of the bathroom in a tiny pair of stretchy shorts and a clinging tank top. And she was fucking limping. Jesus. There were scars on her leg. Fucking scars. Someone had broken his little red Ladybug.
Her red hair was pulled into one of those bun things at the back of her head he remembered her wearing when she was rehearsing or working out. She had put on some weight but in all the right places. Her tits were a bit bigger, not that she had ever had more than a tiny handful, and her ass was more rounded. His eyes drank her in as he stalked towards her. Her big green eyes flashed at him but he ignored it. Ignored it all because he was still too fucking pissed. He stopped right in front of her, leant over and snarled in her face.
“What did I say when I saw you last? Do you fucking remember?”
She shrugged, she fucking shrugged at him. The little shit.
“I warned you what would happen if I saw you again. I fucking warned you.”
She snorted and then she fucking nearly broke his black unbreakable heart.
“I’m not worried. Been there, done that, got the damned t-shirt and the fucked up leg to prove it.”
Jesus. Fuck. Fuck. But he could not let this go. He had to make her leave. She had to leave because if she didn’t he was going to do something she would not like. Not at all.
“Go back to your fucking Russian and let the bastard keep you fucking safe, bitch. Don’t drag my club into your shit.”
Her eyes glistened and Beast almost backed off. Almost.
“I would go back to him in a fucking heartbeat if he was still alive, you fucking asshole. I’m no bitch, the only bitches around here are those hanging on your bar and riding your tiny little dick. And I didn’t drag your stupid club into anything. Dominick did.”
All he heard was that the Russian was dead. She wasn’t married. It changed everything. Every-fucking-thing.
“He’s dead? When? How did he die?”
She swallowed before she snapped out her answer. “It’s none of your freaking business but if it gets you to leave I’ll tell you. Two years ago a truck hit our tour bus. He died.”
Beast knew there was more to it than that but for now it was enough.
“You shouldn’t have come back, Tori.” He whispered as he stepped into her, forcing her to back up against the wall. Her little hands were suddenly on his pecs trying to push him away, her head tipped all the way back as she stared angrily up at him, and Beast gave her an evil look.
“When I make a threat, baby, I fucking mean it. You stepped foot on Iron Dogz property after I warned you not to. It means you now belong to me. You’re mine.”
She gave a little snort and Beast almost grinned but he bit it back. She was so fucking cute when she was pissed. And fucking fearless.
“In your dreams you freaking Neanderthal asshole bastard. I don’t belong to you, remember, you threw me away.”
Beast felt his brothers filling the room behind him but he ignored them and focused on his woman. Because that’s who she was. His woman. His old lady, since she was sixteen years old. She had always been his and now he had her right where he had always wanted her. On his turf and soon in his house and his bed. Where she should have been all these years.
As he lifted his hand his Prez shifted in close beside him. “What the fuck are you doing, Beast?”
Beast glanced at Hawk and frowned. “Talking to my old lady, Prez. You guys want to leave and give us some space to fucking sort this shit out?”
There was a shocked silence and he heard Wolf ask ‘His old lady? What the fuck?’
“I’m not fucking going anywhere.” Kid snarled from his other side. “And she’s not your fucking old lady, Beast. I’ve claimed her as my family, you touch her and I will fucking take you down.”
Beast sighed and shook his head. “Not going to hurt her, Kid. She’s been hurt enough already. We have some shit to discuss and we’re not doing it with all you fuckers in the room. You need to leave.”
Kid was about to say something but their Prez got there first. “I’ll give you five minutes then I’m back in this fucking room and you had better have a fucking good explanation for this shit. You need us you give a shout, little red.”
Beast waited with his arms crossed over his chest while his brothers left the room, his eyes focused on the little redhead whose green eyes were snapping with rage. The door closed behind the last to leave and finally they were alone in the room.
She jumped in before he could say a word.
“I know I’m not supposed to be here. I know you never wanted to see me again and coming here was not my choice. Dominick brought me here and I only realised where we
were when I saw your club’s name on the front gate.” She spat out angrily.
Then she sighed and before his eyes she seemed to shrink into herself. “I know you hate me and want me gone but I have nowhere else to go where I would be safe.”
He had heard enough. Stepping closer he picked her up and he hated her frightened little gasp. Sinking down on the bed he settled her in his lap. Shit, he had forgotten how fucking tiny she was. She struggled to get off his lap but he quickly subdued her.
“Sit still, you don’t want to get my dick any harder than it already is.” Beast hid his smile when she froze and sat rigidly in his lap, trying to keep that little butt of hers away from his dick.
Dipping his face into hers he spoke quietly. “Now. Tell me how you came to be here, and baby, don’t leave anything out.”
He knew she didn’t want to tell him but he squeezed her and she gave an angry grunt but she started talking.
The more he heard the more his temper climbed and by the time she was done Beast was ready to fucking explode. His girl had been through hell and back. He would never tell her but he wasn’t sorry the Russian had died. His death brought her to South Africa and back into his life.
One thing he knew for sure was that death would be stalking the fucking Maingarde Organisation from this day forward. He was going to be the fucking reaper of their fucked up souls. They tried to kill what belonged to him and he won’t ever forgive or forget. Not until he had them all planted deep in the ground.
Lifting her chin with his thumb he looked down into her tear filled eyes and his heart clenched in his chest. Close to her like this he could see the very faint discolouration still there under her skin and it fuelled the fire already burning in his veins. Clasping her face in his hands he gently swept the tears away with his thumbs but they kept on coming and ran down her cheeks.
“Ah, baby, you have to stop crying. I can’t handle it when you cry.”
That had her sniffing and swiping at the tears angrily. “Bullshit. You threatened me and stood there looking at me as if I was a piece of shit while I cried over you. Never going to cry over you ever again. You threw me out. So you can’t walk in here and tell everyone that I belong to you because I don’t. I don’t belong to you. Whatever we had was over years ago, now it is done, so very, very done.”
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