“Looking forward to it. The bastard’s going to pay for putting his hands on my son, and Allie, and threatening the club. I hope this is the fucking end of trouble for a while.”
His slow grin spoke volumes. “So, now you understand.”
I had a feeling that he wasn’t talking about the shit that had just gone down.
I looked at him, waiting for an explanation that didn’t come, but then, he didn’t need to say it, because my gut knew what he was talking about. We’d always been on the same page. There’d been enough changes in the club since Audra had come into his life, other brothers had found their ‘soul mates’ and started up families. Fighting for peace and calm. I had a woman now, a son, and another kid on the way. I understood what it meant to be so fucking wrapped up in family that they were the only ones you thought of, the only ones who mattered. I knew what it felt like to live and breathe for their safety and well being. Hell, I’d joined the fucking club of husbands and fathers.
I returned Hawk’s shit-eating grin.
I didn’t know how I’d got so fucking lucky, but I wasn’t going to throw it all away.
Epilogue
One year later…
Allie
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, babe.”
I smiled, and then sighed at the pleasure shooting through me from Rock’s soft, almost teasing, touch. We’d just made love and were both basking in the orgasmic bliss that seemed to linger longer more and more these days. I credited it to the peace and calm within the club. Rock seemed less stressed-out. The activity at the club was more on a social level, rather than war. He was spending more time at home, more time with his children. He and Sam were as close as a father and son could get. They had a special bond that I couldn’t-and didn’t want to-compete with. Their love for one another made my heart swell.
In time I knew that it would be the same way for him and our daughter. Jasmine was already on her way to having Rock wrapped around her little finger. He adored her, even when she woke during the night and it was his turn to go to her. Of course, she didn’t want anything more than to be held. When he didn’t return I’d go to the nursery only to find them sound asleep in the rocking chair. He didn’t know it yet, but I’d taken a picture of them one night and had it framed for him for his birthday.
I quivered when his soft caress moved down my back and over my ass. I was laying half on top of him, our bodies entwined and sweaty, the scent of sex lingering around us. It was a rare occurrence not to have to worry about children since Sam and Jasmine had stayed the night at Audra and Hawk’s. The women in the club took turns watching each other’s kids so mom and dad could have a date night. Last night had been our turn, and we’d taken advantage of it.
Rock’s fingers ran up and down the crack of my butt, dipping lower and lower each time, until he sliced between the folds of my pussy. It had to be a mess down there. During the night we’d fucked five times without leaving our bed, and the amount of cum he’d poured inside me had to have some place to go. The wetness I felt between my thighs told me that some of it had leaked out, and since one of his muscular thighs was between mine, he had to be wet, too. I rubbed my pussy against his warm leg, encouraging his intimate touch to linger.
He emitted a low groan. “If we fuck again I’m afraid it’s going to kill us,” he joked.
I pouted, even knowing that he couldn’t see it. “I want another baby,” I said, wondering if saying that would ruin the mood. “I’m sorry you don’t have the stamina.”
He stilled, either in shock, or because he was considering my words. Without warning he rolled, pulling me beneath him. “You think I don’t have stamina, woman?” I loved this side of Rock, when he was light-hearted and teasing, while going all he-man on me. I smiled at his frown. “I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.” We stared at each other for a minute before breaking out in laughter. We already couldn’t walk. “I’ll put as many babies in your belly as you want, babe. It fucking turns me on knowing you have my kid inside you.”
For a second I wondered if he’d guessed my secret. Rock knew my body better than I did, and the subtle changes were there. I was almost four months along, and had only found out a few days ago myself. Because I’d still had my period the first two months I hadn’t suspected anything, even after my breasts had grown slightly tender. The doctor had said that having vaginal bleeding at the beginning wasn’t all that uncommon.
I knew Rock was serious. I’d started this little exchange just to see how he’d feel about having more children. Relief swept through me that he seemed welcoming. He made a terrific father. I felt his cock throb against me and bumped my hips into it. “I’m waiting.”
His brows shot up. “No foreplay?”
I shook my head. “Well, if you insist.” I reached down and closed my hand around his thick shaft. He was hot and hard as a rock, and so ready to fuck. I tugged on it a few times.
Rock shuddered above me, closed his eyes and threw his head back. “Sweet Jesus!” he groaned. “That’s enough foreplay.” He removed my hand, lined his cock up to my entrance, and filled me in one deep plunge.
Now I was the one throwing back my head into the pillows, arching my body up to his, and releasing a moan. “You’re so easy,” I voiced after catching my breath.
“Says the woman who has so much cum in her that it squirted out when I thrust my dick inside.”
Rock closed the distance between us and slammed his mouth down on mine. Sensations of having his cock nestled tight inside of me, and his tongue fucking my mouth, were too much for my senses to handle. Everything Rock did to me turned me inside out. I felt too much, experienced too much, but I knew it wasn’t one-sided. He was just as affected by the intimacy of our very physical relationship. A simple touch, a hot look, and we were ready to lose ourselves in each other.
Many times we did.
I welcomed his passionate kiss, welcomed his hard, unyielding possession. Our tongues engaged, dancing against each other, building our pleasure with a touch and taste. All the while I was aware of being filled by his incredible cock that always met my needs. Even now it pulsed against my internal walls, causing me to spasm around him. He groaned into my mouth, and pulled back to suck on my lower lip.
I raked my nails down his back. He arched, causing his lower body to push his cock in even deeper, until he hit something and couldn’t go any further. My breath caught when Rock transferred his hands to my ass, squeezing the mounds as he ground his pelvis against mine. Pain that turned into mind-blowing pleasure in a heartbeat was an element of sex that always pleased and surprised me. He began to thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding revealing just how wet I was down there.
My hands roamed over his magnificent body, marveling in his strength and definition, knowing it by heart but always discovering something new. I was a lucky woman to have a man who took care of himself. Touching his muscles, and feeling them flex beneath my hands, was always a turn-on. Rock was hard all over, even when he was soft and caring. And protective, so very protective.
I thought back to the day of the incident with Boomer at the lake. That day had shown me just how protective Rock was, and how much he’d fight to keep his family safe. He’d been unrecognizable that day, and not just from the beating. He’d exposed a side of himself that I’d never seen, had never dreamt of, one that had terrified and excited me at the same time.
As soon as we’d arrived home, Sam and I had taken showers and changed our clothes. And then Sam had helped me cook dinner. I’d wanted things to get back to normal for him as soon as possible. As a rambunctious little boy he’d had a ton of questions, and I’d answered them as best as I could without going into too much detail. Some things a seven year old just didn’t need to know.
Rock had come home hours later, and I’d been so thankful that he’d stopped at the club and changed his clothes first. He’d seen a doctor friendly with the club, had been patched up, and warned to take time off so his rib
s and the bullet wound could heal, which his brothers had seen to. Later, after Sam had gone to bed, I asked Rock what had happened after Sam and I left. The only thing he’d admitted to was that Boomer would never be a threat to us again. Then, I’d made love to him carefully, showing him that I loved and appreciated him for being in our lives.
Thanking him for saving us the only way I knew how.
I pushed the memory to the back of my mind. Now wasn’t the time to think about unpleasant things when my man was making love to me. I ran my hands over him, clenching my nails into him when pleasure overwhelmed me. Grunting, he grasped both my wrists and pinned them to the bed above my head. Once he had me helpless, he kissed his way down my neck and chest to where my quivering breasts were. He attacked them roughly, scraping his whiskers over them, biting and sucking before taking a nipple between his teeth and looking up at me.
I met the glaze of arousal in his half-closed eyes with a smile. He gently rolled the nipple, producing just enough of a sting that I sucked in my breath. The pinch mushroomed out in tingling waves, leaving me a breathless mess beneath Rock. Pleasure spiked in my core when he lapped the abused nub, and all I could do was arch and twist beneath him, begging him for more.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he said around my nipple.
I was straining against the large hand grasping my wrists securely. I wanted to touch him, too, and yet his dominating tendencies were a big turn on for me. He knew it, too, knew that I liked when he asserted control, when he made me helpless to do anything but enjoy what he was doing to me. He had me right where he wanted me, pinned and primed under him, and he was slowly driving me insane.
“You know what I want,” I whimpered. His cock was still inside me, filling me up. I clenched around it, drawing a hiss from Rock. “I want to touch you,” I replied, surprised at the sound of desperation in my voice. “I want to dig my nails into your flesh, I want to bite you while you’re pounding into me. I need you to fuck me hard, Rock. Please!”
“Fuck, babe.” A deep, animalistic sound escaped him, and then he was releasing my wrists and kissing me. His hands found my hips, and he pulled me sharply against him every time he thrust. His speed picked up. My hands fell to his wide shoulders. I caressed over them, down his straining biceps and over the veins and muscles of his powerful arms. Rock was fucking me so fast and hard that I was inching up the bed every time he slammed into me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled low. I ran my hands up the back of his thighs and over his taut buttocks. They were hard and tight from his movements. “You’re mine, baby. You’re pussy is mine, your tits are mine.”
“Yes, Rock!” I dug my nails into his biceps. “And you’re mine. Your tight ass, your monster cock, and your lips are mine.” Puffs of air escaped me. I reached up, caressing his cheek. “Your soul is mine.”
He kissed me roughly, and then flipped me over. “Oh!”
I landed on my knees. Rock’s hands pulled me up so that my backside was flush against his front side. We were facing the mirror on the dresser, the sight of our naked images igniting me. He slipped his cock into me from behind, and then pulled me further back to rest on his body as he continued fucking me. The new position was erotic as hell and allowed me to view where our bodies were joined by his cock.
In. Out. In. Out. Rock thrust slowly, pulling out to the tip and then gliding back in as if he had all the time in the world. The delicious feeling of our bodies melding together drew sounds of pleasure out of both of us. God, he was big. It was amazing to see the wide girth of his shaft entering my small hole. We both had hair down there, and it was soaked and glistening with our combined juices. I wanted to close my eyes and give myself over to the emotions running through me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the mirror.
“Like what you see?” Rock rasped, peering over my shoulder at our images.
“Yes.” I quivered wildly when his hands traveled up my body, stopping just beneath my breasts.
“You have beautiful tits.” His hands slowly caressed over them, cupping and squeezing them. I sighed and rolled my eyes, resting my head back against Rock’s shoulder.
“You make me feel so good,” I whispered huskily. His thumbs flicked at my extended nipples.
“Fuck, babe, look at us fucking. Watch my dick disappear into your wet cunt.”
“I am.” I shivered.
“Feels so fucking good,” he rasped hoarsely. “Fucking my woman.” His hand moved to where our bodies were joined, finding my clit.
As soon as he rubbed over my clit I lost my mind. Moaning loudly, I welcomed the rush of my impending orgasm. I began to move my hips faster against his finger. Rock began thrusting faster, harder. We were both breathing loudly, our bodies glistening with a layer of sweat. I was about to explode when he leaned forward and bit down on the area between my neck and my shoulder. Watching our erotic image, experiencing too much, I chased my orgasm over the peak and let go.
“I’m coming!” I cried out, convulsing out of control.
Rock grunted behind me, pounding through my orgasm and adding a level of pleasure I could barely handle. I threw my head back against his shoulders, shaking wildly, whimpering helplessly. There was no coming down from the high. His movements kept my body alive. White lights appeared behind my closed eyes, and I think I might have blacked out for a second. When I could open my eyes again, I hardly recognized the woman in the mirror.
“You’re beautiful when you come.” He continued to thrust into me. His expression was just as raw and wild as mine. “Hold on, baby.”
I brought my arms up behind me and wound them around his neck. The position stretched my body tight. Growling low, Rock’s hands caressed over me, paying extra attention to my up lifted breasts. I watched, spellbound, as his glistening cock moved in and out. The subtle, telltale changes in his body told me that he was about to come. His breathing grew harsher in my ear, his hands turned rougher, I felt his cock swelling.
“Aaaggghhh!” he grunted loudly, falling backwards and taking me with him. A strong arm around my middle kept us flush, and I felt his cock pulsing and spilling inside me.
“God, oh, God!” As I lay against him I could feel his chest moving up and down with his heavy breathing and the fierce pounding of his heart. A slow smile gradually moved across my mouth. “Are you okay?” I asked softly.
He snorted with humor. “You haven’t killed me yet.”
I laughed softly. Happily. This man was my life. My love. My whole world. I wanted to express to him how much he meant to me, but I couldn’t find the right words, or the one word that would say it all. Maybe it didn’t exist. As calmness enveloped us we began to relax into each other. Rock moved so that we could straighten our legs against the bed. I wondered if he realized that his hand was still moving over me.
“We should go get the kids.”
“Audra said not to rush,” he responded.
“We need to get ready for the club cookout today.”
I always looked forward to the family activities in the club because it allowed me to catch up with everyone. Plus, I was eager to visit with Trish, she was finally pregnant with twins. And Big John was bringing a date for the first time. He insisted the woman was just a friend, but Rock had said that this was the first time in all the years Big John had been in the club that he’d ever brought a woman to a club event. I was eager to see who had tamed the cold-hearted, big, scary man.
“Audra said she’d bring the kids when they come.” He yawned loudly.
“Since when do you listen to a woman?” I joked.
I felt his shrug. “When it means more time alone with my woman…”
He didn’t finish his comment. He didn’t need to, and I couldn’t agree more. I lived for our time together, when it was just the two of us. We’d been through so much. I refused to dwell on the years that we’d lost. What mattered was the here and now, and we were together, a family. Our love was strong. Oh, we’d fight, I had no doubt about tha
t, but the make-up sex would be phenomenal.
I snuggled deeper into his arms, content and happier than I could ever remember being in my life. His arms tightened around me as if he’d never let me go. “I love you, Rock.” The phrase seemed so inadequate, and barely expressed the depth of my emotions for him.
A slight groan, and then he said in a sleepy voice, “Love… you… too, babe.”
I sighed blissfully. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.
The End
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tory Richards often describes herself as a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Known for her hot erotic romances, she’s also penned erotic paranormals, and contemporary suspense romance. Writing is a hobby for Tory. It thrills her to be able to share her stories, and she loves seeing her characters come to life with each new book cover.
Tory began writing short stories on notebook paper when she was only ten. At thirteen she received her first manual typewriter, a few years later an electric one, and not until she was forty-five did she get her first computer. For many years writing was a secret hobby as well as therapy for Tory. She didn’t submit to a publisher until her daughter and niece encouraged her to pursue her dreams.
Originally from Maine, Tory has spent most of her life in Florida. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time between family, friends and writing. Besides writing her likes include: spoiling her grandchildren, traveling, going to the movies, watching Syfy, taking care of her four cats, and naps.
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Complete Book list
One Night Only - coming 2017
Wild Surrender - coming 2017
Dark Souls MC - coming 2017
Ruthless - coming 2017
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