Betraying Beauty (Sons of Lucifer MC): Vegas Titans Series

by Celia Loren

  “Dominic?” Her voice rises in pitch, disbelieving, spearing me with the sweet sensation of hope.

  “Mom, listen, I am going to ask the woman of my life to marry me. I’d like to give her your grandmother’s ring. We’re going to Nova Scotia. Bring it there?”

  Yes, it’s easy to drop everything and start over - easy because it’s Harper.

  It’s always been Harper.

  For life.

  Epilogue

  Harper

  “Ok it’s time! What does it say? Oh my god! What does it say?”

  Ava’s bursting with barely-contained excitement, and paces nervously in front of the bathroom door.

  Ever since we moved in with them in their house in Nova Scotia, Ava and Bane have been awesome friends. They took us in. They helped Dominic and his mom plan the proposal and surprise the shit out of me. They hosted our cozy backyard wedding. They insisted we stay with them while we work on building our own place next door.

  Bane and Dominic were always close, but Ava and I have become even closer over the last whirlwind month. We both were swept out of our normal lives by our motorcycle club romances. We both couldn’t have imagined being where we are today, separated from our families and country, or that we’d ever be this happy. We are so on the same page about so many things.

  Still, I know it’s been hard for her to keep my secret from Bane, and by extension Dominic. But she promised not to tell when I first confided I thought I might be pregnant. The suspense has been killing us both.

  “Oh god,” I say. “Oh god, ok, it’s time. I’m gonna look. This is it. Drum-roll, please.”

  Ava rests her chin on my shoulder and drums her fingers on the sink in fanfare as I reach for the pregnancy test. With a deep breath, I flip it over.

  “Oh god,” I say.

  “Ahh!” Ava, usually so calm with her dry sense of humor, is now jumping up and down and squealing at the top of her lungs like a maniac, her red hair flopping around like Animal from the Muppets. “You’re pregnant!!!!”

  “I’m pregnant!!!”

  Now we’re both jumping and screaming, hugging in mid-air, laugh-crying, and hyperventilating.

  “Shit,” I shout. “Fuck!”

  Ava laughs at me. “Woah, you ok there? You’ve gone totally white.”

  “No, no, yeah, I’m good. Just…wow.” I sink to sit on the edge of the tub. “I must have gotten pregnant the first time we had sex.”

  Ava raises an eyebrow. “Ah. Right. You mean the time you didn’t use a condom or any other kind of birth control. Shocker.”

  I flush. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

  “It was!” Ava sinks next to me, hugging me on my perch on the rim of the tub. “You’ve loved him forever! This isn’t actually that fast. It’s a decade in the making. What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to be pregnant?”

  “I did!” I say. “I mean, I do! It’s just…fast. Two months ago, we weren’t even together. Now I’m married and pregnant and oh my god I’m pregnant!”

  “So pregnant.” Ava’s grin is wicked. “And now you’re gonna tell Dominic. I’m going to go get him and send him home, tell the boys that construction is over for the day, and then drag Bane down to town for a long, long date so you kids can have the house to yourselves for a while. We won’t be back until tomorrow. Scout’s honor.”

  “But—”

  “No buts. You need to tell him NOW because I can’t KEEP this to MYSELF any LONGER! Ahhh I’m so excited! That is going to be one hell of cute baby!”

  Laughing, she gives me a fierce kiss on the cheek, stands up, jumps and screams for joy again, and then runs out of the house, leaving me with a pounding heart and fluttering stomach.

  By the time the front door opens again, I’ve channeled all my nervous energy and transformed the place. There’s a fire crackling in the fireplace and I’ve mulled some wine, so the cottage smells like magic. I lit every candle I can find and swapped my comfy sweats for some seriously sexy lingerie, the kind with straps and lace and zero coverage.

  I mean…I might as wear use it while it still fits! Fuck. A baby. Out of all that destruction and chaos, now there’s creation, new life, and new beginnings.

  “Ava sent me home.” I hear Dominic call from the entry hall. “What’s going on?”

  I run over to greet him. Dominic steps in from the mean Canadian January and stops dead in his tracks, giving me a burning once-over. Even under the winter layers, I can feel and sense the shape of every chiseled muscle, and the generous heat of his strong body.

  He’s a fucking god, and the mountain-man getup he’s wearing for warmth only adds a bit of ruggedness to the dangerous masculinity that was always there.

  “Damn, baby,” he grins, taking in my outfit—or, rather, lack of outfit. “What are you up to?”

  I can only bite my lip, momentarily distracted from my mission of good news by the sight of this raw hunk of man.

  He gives me a devilish grin that I feel all the way down to my toes. “First things first,” he says. “As soon as I get out of all these layers, I’m going to figure out how to get you out of that thing, and I’m going to make sweet, sweet love to you.”

  But I’m already doing my part to help. I’ve unzipped his coat and seared my mouth onto his with a blistering kiss, his lips meeting mine hungrily. He smells like snow and pine trees, and his cold skin thrills against my hot tongue.

  “Mmm,” he moans, letting me rip off his sweater and shirt, and then his warm skin is brushing against mine, his arms crushing me against him.

  “You’re amazing,” I say, running my hands over his bare chest that’s movie-star cut and covered in tats.

  “I can’t get enough of you, girl.” His hands grab possessively onto my ass, pulling my hips into collision with his so I can feel his hard body against me. “Just the sight of you gets me going, every time.”

  His fingers knead my ass, reaching further until I can feel his hands rubbing between my legs, searching. That’s it: I’m already fucking wet, and I haven’t even gotten him out of his pants.

  Fire rips through my veins as he thrusts a finger inside me, startling me until I gasp as the sweet, sweet pressure.

  “God, you feel amazing,” he moans. “So wet. So sweet. Oh baby, I can’t wait to be in there.”

  Fuck yes.

  I could spend the rest of my life licking him like candy.

  Don’t mind if I do, I think, arcing back so I can run my tongue over his nipples and trace the outline of the flaming skull with devil’s horns tattoo on his chest, the symbol of the Sons of Lucifer.

  Hard candy. Holy hard-on! I grind my hips against him eagerly while he fingers me from behind, letting him see my appetite for his body, my excitement over being with him.

  He’s watching me, smiling while he finger-fucks me. He’s driving me wild and I get wetter and wetter.

  “Oh, Dominic. Oh baby.”

  My body is throbbing, aching for the rest of him. I need more. I desperately work him out of his jeans while he tries to kick off his boots and we both stumble and laugh like idiots.

  It just never gets old.

  He’s finally down to his briefs. Dominic’s shaped like Michelangelo’s David, only covered with graffiti and scars. So, so sexy. For a minute all I can do is rub my legs against his, loving the feel of his bare skin.

  Dominic decides he’s had enough foreplay. Taking me by the shoulders, he spins me around and slams me against the wall, pinning me with his body and guiding my legs open with his thighs.

  “Come here,” he demands. “Let me fuck you.”

  He’s taller than me, and he grabs me by the ass to lift my hips level to his, propping me up with the wall and with his strength. As I wrap my legs around his waist, I feel his cock slide to my open pussy with relentless power.

  “Oh god!”

  Fuck he’s huge and hard. My body throbs around him to make room, opening. He fills me to the brim.

  “Oh baby, yeah,” he
groans. “Fuck yeah!”

  “Jesus!”

  “You’re so tight, baby. I love your sweet pussy.”

  He kisses me, his tongue plunging under mine, and I can feel our heartbeats pounding together. Moaning in aching bliss, I let my flesh melt into his. Surrendering.

  I love it when he takes control. Now he’s fucking me up against the wall, each thrust pushing deeper, and I’m caught in a sensual crush with no possible escape.

  “Harper! Oh jesus, woman! Yes!”

  His thumbs find a way under the sheer lace cups of my lingerie and rub over my nipples, tantalizingly hard. His touch is rough, urgent, and I lose myself in the sensation of him inside and all over me. I’m surrounded. Invaded.

  “Oh baby, I need you,” he groans. “I need this.”

  Each thrust of his cock is like a tidal wave of pleasure, drowning me. I can’t catch my breath and shiver against him. He’s in my g-spot, so hot and hard that I can’t think of anything but that deep point of contact.

  “I need your cock.” He belongs to me. Only him. Forever.

  “God I love fucking you.”

  “Oh god, Dominic!”

  “Yeah baby, take it. You’re so good.”

  Yes. Yes. Yes.

  He surges in and out, in and out, as rapid and primal as breathing, the friction of our bodies building and building in speed and heat. I can feel the explosion coming near. My skin is on fire. Dominic is burning me, fucking me senseless.

  “Oh baby, faster.”

  “You like that.”

  “Faster!”

  “Yeah you do.”

  “Oh, Dominic!”

  “Good girl, cum for me.”

  I’m lost to the white light and fire of climax, the moment where I touch eternity and split apart into atoms. My lips try to call his name but instead burst into a deep groan, wordless, universal - yes.

  His cock—yes.

  His love—yes.

  His body and soul—yes.

  We are two bodies, two worlds, now one. Through it all I feel Dominic inside me, fucking up a storm, as lightning strikes us both.

  “Jesus, Harper, yes! God, you’re gonna make me cum.”

  Dominic’s body peaks in glory, his mane of thick black hair tumbling back over his shoulders as he lets himself go. I feel him shudder and shake, his hot wet release exploding inside me.

  “Jesus!” he shouts.

  His cock and my pussy tremble together in the aftershocks of orgasm, each throb and pulse wringing out another tremor of searing heat that burns me from head to toe.

  “I love you,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply. It’s a long, wet, sloppy kiss that feels just like sex. He’s still inside me.

  Neither one of us want it to end. And the good news is, it doesn’t have to.

  “I want to do this for the rest of my life,” I whisper. “Make love to you. Grow old together. No matter what else happens.”

  He kisses my neck, and his breath is warm and thrilling on my sensitive skin. He pulls out slowly, gently guiding my feet back to earth and letting his hands roam gently up my thighs to my back.

  “Nooo,” I object playfully. “Don’t go!”

  Dominic chuckles, a deep heady sound that makes my insides jump.

  “Don’t worry baby,” he rumbles, “Its just intermission. Rumor has it we have the house to ourselves for a while. All alone, with you looking like that…I can’t keep away for long.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” I smile.

  To prove it, he reaches down and starts to rub my clit with his thumb, at the same time kissing me again. His lips are jarringly soft, the stubble on his cheeks rubbing my face like sandpaper. His hands on my clit are devastatingly gentle, circling and teasing me with expert control. My whole boy convulses into the sensation, and I moan like a wild animal. I can’t help it.

  When he pulls his mouth away from mine, I’m trembling and sweating again, already revved up like a Harley engine. It’s not fair.

  “God, you look amazing,” Dominic says with a smile. “I love your tits. I love your belly. I love your thighs. I love your pussy. You feel amazing. You are amazing. My amazing wife. You’re my playground, woman. I could stand to be alone with you, anytime.”

  My breath catching, I realize I haven’t told him yet. I had a mission. I have to tell him. This is as good a time as any, right? But I can’t concentrate. I have to…woah…I need to say…shit…

  Twining my fingers around his wrist, I can feel the diamond ring he bought me pressing into his skin.

  “Wait, Dominic. I have to…”

  He doesn’t take the cue, though, and keeps stroking my clit.

  “Can’t,” he teases. “Can’t wait. Need to touch you.”

  Fuck. Well. Concentrate, Harper. Concentrate. Speak. Tell him.

  “Dominic,” I start, but I’m having trouble thinking. “Dominic…”

  He laughs at me, fully aware of what he’s doing. “Yes, Harper? Something you want to say?”

  “I—you…oh god…Dominic, I…shit.”

  He’s laughing at me. “Come on baby, spit it out. You what? You like it when I fuck you, huh? You like it when I touch your pussy? You like it when I make you cum? You like it when I cum inside you? You like my cock? You want it, now? I want to give it to you.”

  Impossibly, he’s hard again. He presses his cock against my inner thigh, searching, and I feel his hardness and his thumb on my clit as the universe splits open again. And before I can say anything, his cock is piercing me, thrusting deep deep inside without warning or mercy.

  “Shit!”

  “Yeah, baby. Here I come, round two. I can’t stop fucking you, baby. I love you.”

  “Dominic! Oh god.”

  Well…what the hell. He’ll find out I’m pregnant, eventually right? I mean, I’ll tell him…after. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.

  Not to mention the rest of our lives…

  THE END

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  Las Vegas, Nevada

  Eight Years Ago...

  I lean against the white-slatted wall of my parents’ ranch house. The Nevada night is heavy with heat, waves of it still rising from the brush-covered ground. Only the sound of parents’ voices cuts through the thick air, carrying out through the living room window above my head. I don’t know what they’re arguing about, and I don’t really care. Their arguments always seem pointless to me anyway—needless and repetitive. The sound of a glass shattering inside startles me. There’s a short silence, and the yelling resumes, louder now than ever.

  Pushing off the wall, I pull a pack of Camel Lights from my back pocket. I got one of my older friends to buy them for me. I’m still a couple years away from being about to buy my own smokes, but I’m not going to let that stop me. My mom smokes, though both of my parents tell me not to. But I don’t really feel like listening to either of them right now.

  I put some distance between me and the house, take out my Zi
ppo, and light up a cigarette. I inhale, but not all the way. I don’t really care for the feel of the smoke traveling down to my lungs, but I do like the idea of doing something my parents don’t approve of. It’s silly, I know, but satisfying all the same. I ash onto the dirt and carefully stamp out the smoke, making sure to crush it completely. The brush is dry out here—it could catch fire in an instant.

  The low drone of a motorcycle engine signals my older brother’s return. Drew—or Stick, as he likes to be called now—saved up for years to buy his first Harley, working every job he could find. The roaring sound grows louder, and I spot two orbs of light shining down the road that leads to our house. A shiver runs through me, despite the warm weather.

  Drew is probably riding with West, his lifelong best friend. They go everywhere together. Stick is the more outgoing of the two, with a mouth that his body can’t quite back up. West is the one who always finishes the fights Stick starts. West’s mom is a real piece of work, and his dad is long gone, so he doesn’t like to spend much time at home. My family life might not be ideal, but it’s better than his. My parents let him stay with us a lot when he was younger. And now...well, he sure grew up.

  West is only three years older than me, just nineteen, but he looks like a grown man already. He’s constantly surrounded by women. I’ve seen Stick get plenty of girls interested with his personality and his sense of humor, but all West needs to land a lady is one look. I feel like such a dumb little girl around him. I can always feel my face getting flushed, and my dad inevitably catches me and laughs because I can barely look at West, much less talk intelligibly when he’s around.

  Puffing nervously on my cigarette, I pull in more than I mean to. I burst out in a coughing fit, just as the boys arrive. Through watering eyes, I watch the bikes pull into the driveway and hear the engines cut out. I catch my breath and hear the screen door open and shut. Stick will be able to talk my parents down. He’s good at that.