Girth (Marked Skulls MC Book 1)

by Savannah Rylan

  He rolled over above me, making sure that his body wasn’t pressing me down. Our gazes locked as he hovered above me. Gently, he leaned forward to kiss the tip of my nose and then my lips…then my chin.

  “I mean it, Kennedy, you are beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he said.

  He was kissing my neck, my breasts…slowly rolling my nipples in his mouth…and then moved his tongue down my belly and to the top of my pussy. I was soaring. None of this seemed real, but it made me feel the most alive I’d felt in a very long time. I could have cried with joy.

  Nico thought I was beautiful! He said he couldn’t get enough of me! Those were words I didn’t think I’d hear from him. Not after he disappeared a second time.

  He was kissing my clit, gently beginning to stroke my mound with his tongue and lips. I reached for his head, weaving my fingers in his hair. His mouth on my pussy was like Heaven on Earth. Nothing had ever felt like this before.

  His finger continued to slide in and out of my pussy, while his tongue worked on my clit. He rubbed and sucked and stroked. I could hear the lapping sound his mouth made while he worked away between my thighs.

  Nico really knew how to set my body on fire. The embers were uncontrollable. It was like my whole being was aflame!

  I was quickly falling over the edge. I rolled my hips, sighing and moaning and trying my best to keep the orgasm at bay. I wanted this feeling to last forever.

  But Nico was making it impossible to hold back. His finger in my pussy, his tongue lapping up the juices and teasing my clit…I was going to come.

  I screamed his name, panting and writhing as I came in a rush. Nico remained stuck between my legs, using all his energy to concentrate on the most explosive orgasm of my life. I could feel my sticky juices flooding down my legs, smearing his mouth but he didn’t stop. He kept going…kept going till I was done.

  Spent and in a daze, my body fell back on the bed. That was when Nico finally pulled his finger out of me. He looked up at my face. I could see my cum glistening on his lips. He was smiling at me now.

  “I’ve been dreaming about that for a long time, Kennedy,” he stated. His voice was a deep sexy growl. It was like a warning. He wanted me to know the kind of control he had over me. I didn’t care.

  I kept my legs parted and waiting for him. Using whatever energy I had remaining, I thrust my hips up towards him. I wanted him to know I wanted more. Nico smiled, roughly grabbing my hips again.

  He pulled me down to the edge of the bed so that my legs dangled over it now. He slid down, wedging himself between my thighs, right where his face was before.

  He stroked my swollen clit with his thumb again, testing me for wetness. While with his other hand, he stroked his cock. I was staring at him, admiring the sexy look of determination on his face.

  With one quick thrust, Nico buried himself in me.

  I breathed in deeply…it was a heavy satisfied breath. For three weeks, I’d fantasized about this moment. I didn’t think I would ever see him again, let alone have him inside me.

  Nico thrust deep and hard and before he started moving, he caught me by my hips tightly. I closed my eyes in satisfaction.

  “I want you to look at me, Kennedy,” I heard him say.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw the darkened heavy look on his face. This time, the sex was different. Nico wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me. I was making love to him too…because I knew I had never felt this way before. Not with any other man.

  He moved his hips strongly. They were quick powerful thrusts. I could feel his cock moving deep inside me. He traced his thumb down my belly to my clit, reawakening it.

  I was going to come again! So quickly after my first one!

  We moved together, keeping our eyes trained on each other. Nico looked determined as he drove himself in and out of me. His fingers on my clit was all I needed.

  When I saw him clench his jaws and heard him grunt, I knew he was coming. I released at the same time.

  This orgasm was a slow delightful trickle, taking over my body like a delicious experience. Almost like a dream.

  Nico was moving inside me, he was emptying his seed in me again. I could feel the explosion of his cum and I exploded too. He grunted my name with every slow thrust he made as he came. I watched him, the way his gray eyes remained focused on my body.

  We were coming together…just the way it was supposed to be.

  Towards the end of our orgasms, I smiled at him. Nico grinned too…and I could see his eyes shining. This moment meant something to him. We were having a baby together, and now we were one.

  Chapter 17

  Nico

  Kennedy fell asleep soon after we had sex. She was in my arms while I laid awake, thinking about everything that happened today. I didn’t want to wake her, she needed her rest.

  I watched her as her body gently rose and fell with every breath she took. I couldn’t resist, I had to touch her. I tucked some of her stray strands of red hair behind her ears. She had a soft smile grazing her face as she slept and I wondered what she was thinking about. She was beautiful…the kind of woman who was reliable and smart and would make a good mother. I knew my child was going to be lucky to have her as a mom.

  Slowly, as quietly as possible; I slid my arm from underneath her head. She moved and then turned around, clutching one of her pillows now. I got off the bed and put on my jeans. Kennedy was lucky that she could just fall asleep. I had too much on my mind to even shut my eyes. I needed to figure out all this shit first.

  I needed a drink.

  In her kitchen I found that nearly-empty bottle of whisky. She hadn’t touched it since that night four weeks ago. I took the bottle to the living room and poured some of it down my throat.

  It was late evening now and dark. I walked over to the window, enjoying the way the whisky burned my throat. There wasn’t much to look at outside. Kennedy lived in an ordinary neighborhood. I would have to fix that too, I thought.

  I couldn’t wrap my head around it still. I was going to be a father. Kennedy was going to be the mother of my child.

  In the first few moments when she revealed the news to me, I didn’t want to believe her. I hoped that if I refused to listen to more, then it would go away. How was I supposed to look after a child, when my own life was constantly in danger?

  But I had to do something. I couldn’t just leave Kennedy alone and shirk all responsibility of looking after our baby.

  I knew she needed me. Any mother would, and I wasn’t about to turn my back on her now. We still didn’t really know each other; we had spent more time apart than together, but the one thing I couldn’t deny was that I had feelings for her.

  The past four weeks apart had been hell for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I couldn’t stop wondering what she was doing, if she’d moved on and if I’d ever see her again.

  I wasn’t sure how she felt. Maybe the only reason she’d come to talk to me was because she wanted me to know about the pregnancy? Maybe it had nothing to do with how she felt about me. Maybe other than a basic sexual chemistry, there was nothing else between us.

  I drank some more of the whisky.

  Whatever her feelings for me were, the reality was that now we were together. We were going to have a baby, which meant that I had a role to play in her life.

  How was I going to manage that? While keeping her and the baby safe at the same time?

  Images of our dead accountant floated up in my head. I remembered the note that was found on him. They were coming after us. All the people my father had offended and mistreated, all the shit he’d got our family involved in over the years—was eventually going to come to bite our ass.

  People were looking for vengeance against the Rossi family.

  Now, with Kennedy and the expectant baby in my life—I had a liability. This was going to give our enemies one more thing to come after.

  I couldn’t tell anybody. Nobody should find out about K
ennedy or the baby. Not even my father.

  As long as I could keep them a secret, maybe I could keep them safe. But how?

  How could they have a remotely normal life, if I was keeping them hidden from the world? What kind of joy or happiness would my child have if I was constantly watching it? If I didn’t allow it to lead a life of its own?

  I needed more alcohol, but the whisky bottle was empty. Shaking my head, I threw it in the bin in the kitchen.

  I checked in on Kennedy again. She was fast asleep. I was itching to do something, to get drunk, to talk about what was going on.

  But I couldn’t talk to anybody, not even Kennedy.

  I pulled out my phone and dialed my father’s number. He answered on the third ring.

  “Where are you?” he asked, as usual.

  “I need to talk to you. Right now!” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down.

  “What is it now?” he asked and sounded bored already.

  “Meet me at Maverick. I’ll bring the cigars,” I said and ended the call. I knew he wouldn’t say no to that offer. Maverick was his favorite joint, the place they treated my father like royalty. Behind the bar, in his own private room—we could smoke our cigars and hopefully have an adult logical conversation.

  I went back to the bedroom to put on the rest of my clothes. I watched Kennedy sleeping for a few moments before I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

  I texted her.

  I had to go. Finish up at work. I’ll see you soon.

  Then I was out of the door. Rushing down to my car so I could drive to the bar.

  I didn’t know what I was going to say to my father. All I knew was that I needed to fix things with him. That was the only way I could keep Kennedy and the baby safe.

  Chapter 18

  Nico

  My father was already at the bar when I got there. The bartender behind the counter tipped his head at me and I knew that dad was in his private room.

  I entered while he was on the phone. The room was already filled with smoke from the cigarettes he had been chain-smoking. I pulled the cigar box out from my pocket and snapped it open.

  My dad finished talking on the phone and before he said anything, he reached for a cigar instead. Picking one up, he brought it to his nose and sniffed.

  “You always did have good taste in picking the best ones,” he commented and proceeded to light it. He lit mine too and we sat back in our chairs.

  He seemed to be in a relatively better mood now and I wondered if this would be the perfect time to talk.

  “The boys told me that you left from the job site early today?” he asked. I knew this was coming. I knew the men would have ratted me out. Especially after the punch I threw at one of them.

  “Yeah, I had some shit to sort out,” I told him, trying to keep it casual.

  “Shit with some girl?” dad asked. Even though I wasn’t looking at him, I could sense him watching me closely. I shrugged my shoulders.

  “Something like that, yeah,” I replied.

  My dad sighed deeply and shook his head.

  “Apparently, she had a great pair of tits,” he continued and I clenched my jaws. Usually, this kind of talk about a girl never fazed me. Not even coming from my father. But anyone talking about Kennedy that way set off a rage in me. I needed to control it though. Punching my father in the face, like I’d punched the other guy, would be the last straw.

  “Yeah, whatever, we need to talk, dad,” I tried to distract the conversation.

  “Who is this chick? You banging her? Of course, you are!” he stuck to the same topic. This time, he even leaned over towards me and thumped my arm like it was some great achievement.

  “We don’t need to talk about her. We have other important things to discuss,” I corrected him.

  My father was grinning. He seemed to be enjoying making me uncomfortable. And now, he could sense that there was something going on with the girl from the job site.

  “You hiding her from me or something?” he asked and I released a mouthful of smoke towards him.

  “There’s nothing to hide. I’m banging her and she turned up at the job site, asking why I hadn’t called her. You know how these women get!” I remarked. I was willing to lie about Kennedy if I had to. Anything so that my father didn’t find out about her or the baby.

  “Yeah, don’t I fucking know,” he grinned some more.

  “Okay, what’s going on with the threats, dad? You’re keeping me out of the loop,” I said.

  My father sighed and leaned back in his chair. He seemed annoyed with this conversation already.

  “Keeping you in the loop would mean listening to your crazy talk. I can’t hold your hand right now, Nico. I have other things to worry about!” he snapped.

  I clenched my jaws, gripping the cigar in my hand tighter.

  “You need to let me fix this. You’ve had it your way for a very long time,” I replied and he arched his brows at me in surprise.

  “And you want it your way now? Fuck you, son! As long as I’m alive, this business and this family is going to be run the way I command it to. If you want to take over and pussy-wash it; you’ll have to kill me first. You have the balls for that?”

  We were glaring at each other.

  The conversation had quickly turned from Kennedy’s breasts to threatening each other.

  I breathed in the smoke of the cigar and some of the ash fell on the floor.

  “I need you to trust me. Just let me go over the plans I have in mind,” I argued.

  My father shook his head in frustration, waving his cigar in the air too.

  “Out of the question. Over my dead body,” he continued.

  “Fine. Then I fucking want out,” I growled.

  A silence fell over us, while the words sank into his mind. He was staring at me like I’d just turned a knife in his back. It was a difficult thing for me to say to him. I’d been brought up to be loyal to the family. There had been nothing more important to me in my life.

  But now I had a baby on the way, and a woman who made me happy. Who made me forget about the violence I’d committed.

  “What did you say?” he hissed.

  “If you don’t let me fix this. If you don’t hear me out…then I have no choice but to leave,” I said, meeting his raging eyes.

  “Your duty is to your family first!” he snapped.

  “Yes, which is what I’m trying to do. I have a plan to make this work. To get out us of the mess that’s been building up over the years,” I growled back.

  “Plan. Plans! You sound like a fucking architect or something. Fuck your plans and you’re going nowhere. You are my son and you’re going to follow every command I give you!” he raged and I jumped out of my chair.

  “You’re just a crazy old man whose going to get us all fucking killed,” I grunted.

  I could hear him continuing to rage while I left the room.

  Why had I even bothered to come here?

  Maybe I was still clinging on to the hope that I would find traces of the man I used to idolize as a child. He was my father after all, my family. As well as I knew that I needed to leave, I had a child to think about now…I couldn’t just go without giving my father a chance to change.

  It wasn’t going to happen.

  Chapter 19

  Kennedy

  Now that Nico was back in my life again, I had a productive Sunday. I spent the day stocking up my kitchen with groceries again, I cleaned around the apartment and seemingly got my life back in order. I even went out for lunch with Ava in the afternoon.

  She seemed delighted to see me.

  “You have some color back in your cheeks again, Kenni!” she remarked as we ate. My appetite was back.

  “I’ve been busy. I even got some work done early in the morning. I’ve been slacking in the office lately,” I told her. Ava smiled.

  “I know I’ve been hard on you…regarding Nico. But if he’s shaping up and taking responsibility, then I don’t have
any complaints. I just want you to be happy, honey,” Ava insisted. After Nico had left, I broke down and called Ava. I needed to fill her in on what was happening.

  I nodded my head, smiling gleefully. I wasn’t expecting this either. I didn’t think that in a day my life would change so dramatically. Nico had really come through. I’d felt a connection with him the previous night. I’d seen in his eyes that he cared about me and not just because I was going to be the mother of his child.

  “It’s not like I trust him completely,” I said to Ava, and she pursed her lips and looked at me sympathetically.

  “And you shouldn’t, not yet,” she added.

  “He’s disappeared on me, twice. He’ll have to do a lot more to win my trust in him, but for now, this will do,” I replied.

  Ava sighed.

  “Whatever his family is involved in…and you know I can’t discuss all that with you; Nico seems like a reasonable guy. From what you’ve told me, he really wants this baby. And with you. You’re lucky, not all women have it that way with a guy she barely knows,” she continued.

  I knew she was right. I was feeling lucky indeed. Not only was Nico being sweet and thoughtful, he made me feel special. He was the guy who got away, but now I had him.

  “I’m going to take it one day at a time,” I said and Ava nodded.

  “He left last night and texted to say that we’ll see each other soon. I’m going to wait and see what he does next,” I added.

  Ava got up from her chair and walked over to me. Within moments, we were hugging.

  “What’s this for?” I asked her and she kissed my cheek.

  “I’m just so happy for you! I’m going to be an auntie…you’re going to be a mommy. Everything is working out! We have to start thinking of names!” she was excited and giggling.

  Since I found out about my pregnancy, now was when I was finally excited about it too. I didn’t know if I was ready yet, but slowly; I would get there.

  A child was growing inside me.

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  When I returned to my apartment, to my surprise; I found Nico waiting for me outside my door.