It Ends Tonight (Bayou Devils MC Book 4)

by A. M. Myers

  He groans, his fingers gripping me harder as he grits his teeth. “I don’t want to scare you.”

  “You don’t scare me,” I snap, grabbing his face and holding his gaze on me as I continue to bounce on his cock. “Take control.”

  Time seems to stand still as our eyes lock and I see the switch flip in him. With a growl, he wraps his arm around my waist and flips me to my back on the bed before pulling out of me and slamming back in.

  “Is this what you want?” he snarls, weeks of pent up desire and frustration pouring out of him and I nod.

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck,” he groans, one hand gripping my hip and holding it down on the bed as he finds a punishing rhythm that leaves me gasping for air beneath him. It’s steady and unrelenting and everything I need from him in this moment. I claw at his back as my hips try to buck off the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust, but his firm grip keeps me pinned to the mattress.

  “Lucas,” I moan and his answering groan sends a shiver through me.

  “Christ, I love hearing you moan my name. I’m not going to last this time.”

  I shake my head. “Me either.”

  He releases my hip to lean down and kiss me as he drives into me faster and harder. My body tightens until I’m sure that I’m going to break. Just before I do, my release explodes through me and I gasp as I cling to him. He rips his lips from mine and thrusts a few more times before stilling and releasing a deep groan.

  “Baby,” he breathes, collapsing on top of me and I wrap my arms around him as a giggle slips past my lips. He growls and playfully nips at my neck. “Something funny?”

  “No, not funny.”

  He pulls back and meets my gaze. “Why are you laughing then?”

  “Because you make me really fucking happy.”

  A smile stretches across his face and his gaze heats as he glances down at my tits. “You give me five minutes and I’ll make you really happy a second time.”

  I giggle again, nodding. “Deal.”

  * * * *

  “Lucas,” I whisper playfully as I walk my fingers up his bare chest and he grumbles something in his sleep before rolling away from me. Smiling, I cuddle in behind him and press my lips to his neck.

  “Woman,” he groans. “I don’t even have to open my eyes to know that it’s too fucking early to be awake. What the hell are you doing to me?”

  “I want you,” I whine. He sighs and rolls to his back before cracking one eye open and squinting up at me. In the past week or so, it’s become very apparent that Lucas is not a morning person but he just looks so damn cute when he’s sleepy that I can’t stop myself from waking him up.

  “I never thought I would complain about my girlfriend wanting too much sex.”

  I fight back a smile as I lean in and kiss him. “Say that again.”

  “What? That you want too much sex?” he asks and I giggle, shaking my head.

  “No, the other part.”

  His large arms wrap around me and he pulls me closer, opening both eyes as he flashes me a teasing smile. “The girlfriend part?”

  “Yeah,” I breathe with a nod, my heart on the verge of bursting as the word settles inside me.

  “It feels kind of lame, doesn’t it?”

  “What does?”

  He brushes my hair out of my face. “The word girlfriend, like we’re a couple of teenagers.”

  “What would you call me then?”

  “Hmm,” he hums, studying me. “I don’t know. Since I haven’t asked you to marry me yet, I can’t call you my fiancée…”

  “Y…Yet?” I stutter, looking down at him with wide eyes and he nods.

  “No more holding back, right?”

  I nod.

  “Then you’ve got to know I’m completely and totally in love with you, Quinn Dawson, and someday, I’m going to make you my wife.”

  I shake my head as my mouth drops open. “I don’t… How can you…”

  “A while back you asked me what I wanted out of my life and then the other night Brooklyn fell asleep on my chest and you were passed out next to me and looking down at the two of you, I realized that I already had everything. Nothing else matters as long as I get to spend my life with you.”

  Tears well up in my eyes as I stare at him, my heart racing. “You mean that?”

  “Baby, you know I don’t…”

  “Say things you don’t mean,” I finish for him as a tear rolls down my cheek. He brushes it away as his brows furrow.

  “Why are you crying?”

  “Because I’m the luckiest girl in the whole damn world. And because I never dreamed I would find this, find you, and now that I have, I feel like my heart just can’t hold this much happiness. I love you, too.”

  He grins and pulls me into a tornado of a kiss that only reaffirms everything we just said to each other and when he finally pulls back, we’re both gasping for air.

  “Come take a shower with me,” he commands and I nod, the thought of watching water slide down his muscular body almost driving me out of my mind with need.

  “I hope you’re gearing up for another round.”

  He shakes his head. “Jesus, woman. You really are insatiable and I’m going to need nourishment if you expect me to go again after the five times we did it last night.”

  “You know,” I call, watching him as he flings the covers off his naked body and climbs out of bed. “Some men only get sex on their birthdays.”

  When he reaches back for me, I grab his hand and let him pull me to my knees before he drags me over to the edge of the bed and wraps his arms around my waist. “How unfortunate for them. Thank God, I’ve got a girlfriend who’s an undercover freak.”

  I scrunch up my nose. “You’re right. I don’t like that word. We should come up with something else.”

  “Okay,” he muses, nodding his head. “What about mine?”

  “Mine… I could get with that.”

  He nods and lifts me into the air and before I can ask him what he’s doing, he throws me over his shoulder, slaps my ass, and carries me into the bathroom. I watch as he turns the water on and when it’s warm, he steps inside with me still in his arms. Only when the glass shower door is closed does he slide me down the front of his body.

  “Did I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are in the mornings?”

  I shake my head. “No, I don’t think you have.”

  “What an oversight because you’re better than any sunrise I’ve ever been forced to endure.”

  I tsk and turn away from him to let the water run down the front of my body. “You’re such a sweet talker.”

  “No, I’m serious,” he rasps, stepping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “You make getting up early worth it.”

  “Aw,” I tease, pressing my hand to my chest. “Now, that’s love.”

  “You know what,” he growls, spinning me back around to face him and lifting me in the air. He pins me against the shower wall and rubs his hardening cock against my pussy. “You’re being awfully sassy this morning.”

  “Maybe it’s because you haven’t given me this,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his as much as I can and he groans. With one arm securely wrapped around my hips, he thrusts his hand into my hair and pulls me down to his lips, searing his name into my very soul with his kiss. I gasp and his tongue teases mine for a second before he nips at my bottom lip.

  “This what you want?” he asks, his voice full of fire. The sound settles right between my thighs and I moan as I imagine him sinking into my core just like he did all night long. I’ve never had sex like this and he may be right that I’m a little addicted to it but I don’t care. He makes me feel things that I can’t find words to explain and I don’t want to stop.

  “More.”

  He growls and drops me to my feet before spinning me to face the wall. “Plant your hands, baby.”

  “Why?”

  His teeth nip at my earlobe and I gasp, goose bumps racing across my skin as
he drags his lips down my neck and plants a kiss on my shoulder. “Just do what you’re told, Quinn. You trust me, right?”

  “Yes,” I breathe, nodding and he grabs my hands before planting them above my head against the tile.

  “Now, be a good girl and don’t move.”

  I moan, closing my eyes as his hands slowly start traveling over my curves, his touch light enough to drive me out of my mind. Stepping up behind me, he presses his cock against my ass and his hands move to my belly, dropping lower and lower until he brushes his fingers over my clit.

  “Lucas,” I whisper and he nips at my ear again.

  “You like that, Darlin’?”

  I nod before dropping my head back on his shoulder. “You know I do.”

  Chuckling, he circles the sensitive little bundle of nerves with one hand as the other drags back up my body and squeezes my tit.

  “You going to come for me?”

  “Yes,” I whisper, thrusting my hips back against him and he groans, his breath fanning out across my neck.

  “Thought I told you not to move?”

  I shrug, shaking my ass back and forth across his cock. “I’m not a good listener.”

  “Yeah, I’ve gathered that,” he quips, the pressure on my clit increasing as he rubs faster and I gasp, my knuckles going white as I try to keep my grip on the wall. “We’re going to have to fix that.”

  “Or…” I whisper, trying to organize my thought as my release builds deep in my belly. “You could just get used to it. Us Dawson women are very strong willed.”

  “I don’t know about that,” he growls, kissing my neck before his teeth sink into my skin and I gasp again. My nipples pebble almost to the point of pain and I rock my hips against his hand, chasing an orgasm that’s just out of reach.

  “More, babe. Please,” I beg and he groans as he releases my tit and grabs my chin, forcing my face to his before stealing a kiss. Just as I’m about to fall into the abyss of my release, his hand falls away from my core and I cry out.

  “Shh, I’ve got you,” he whispers, spinning me around and lifting me into his arms again. His cock presses against my entrance and he plunges forward as he pins my shoulders to the wall.

  “Lucas!” I scream, gripping the back of his neck as he finds a steady rhythm that resurrects my abandoned orgasm in an instant. Pulling us away from the wall, he moves his hands to my ass and manipulates me up and down on his cock as he steps toward the water, grunting each time he sinks back into me.

  “Oh my god,” I moan, my muscles aching from holding on to him.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “Is that what you wanted? You needed this cock?”

  I nod through my near constant moans. “Yes.”

  “Greedy girl,” he growls, slamming me down harder and a rainbow of colors explodes through my vision as a release seizes my body. He roars, stumbling over to the wall and pinning me against the tile as he presses his forehead against my chest and continues driving into me.

  “Goddamn it, baby.”

  I grip his hair and give it a little tug, forcing him to look up at me. His brows furrow in question but I ignore it as I lean down and kiss him hard. His grip on my hips tightens and he pulls away from me as a loud groan spills out of his mouth.

  “Fuck!” he yells, thrusting into me one last time before he stills and groans my name, his voice echoing off the walls of the shower. After a second, he glances up at me and I can’t help but smile.

  “I love you,” I whisper, reveling in the feeling of being able to say that to him and his answering smile that damn near blinds me.

  “Darlin’, I fucking love you more.”

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him close and press a quick kiss against his lips before going in for another.

  “What do you say we finish showering and then go see our girl?”

  He nods, leaning in for another kiss. “I can’t think of anything better.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lucas

  “Oh, she’s gonna do it,” I say, sitting up a little straighter as Brooklyn stands and looks down at her feet. Quinn laughs from my arms and shakes her head.

  “She’s just teasing you, babe. She’s probably going to start walking when no one is around to watch her.”

  I scoff and glance down at her. “No way. My girl is about to be a walking machine.”

  Instead of arguing with me, she just shakes her head again and cuddles into my side as we watch Brooklyn on the other side of the living room. If you had told me even a few months ago that this would be my life, I would have laughed. In fact, I think I did laugh when Ali insinuated that I would be next but meeting these two changed everything. There is peace in my soul where there once was chaos and my guilt has been replaced with love for the woman of my dreams and her perfect daughter.

  My mind drifts back to yesterday. After we finished showering at the hotel, we came home but I wasn’t ready to leave them so Quinn suggested we take Brooklyn to the zoo. We spent the whole day walking around, showing Brooklyn the animals and stuffing our faces with vendor food. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun and when Quinn took Brooklyn into the bathroom, a little old woman told me I had a beautiful family. Like a little bitch, I almost cried right in front of that stranger because it’s been nineteen years since I felt like I had a family but as soon as she said it, it felt so right that I couldn’t brush it off. Quinn and Brooklyn have become my family just like the guys in the club did when they took me in all those years back.

  Quinn gasps and points across the room as Brooklyn lifts her little foot up, trying to take a step, but before she can set it down, she plops down to her butt and I sigh.

  “I told you she was teasing.”

  I dig my fingers into her ribs and she squeals. “Yeah? What was all that gasping for, then?”

  “Okay, so maybe she got me that time, too.”

  “That’s what I thought,” I murmur as I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead. Brooklyn stands again and claps her hands as she looks up at us.

  “Oh, no, baby girl. I’m on to your games.”

  She laughs, flashing us a toothy grin and we both chuckle as she glances down at her feet and takes a step forward. Quinn gasps, leaning forward and I’m right there with her, watching intently as Brooklyn takes another tentative step.

  “Oh my god,” she breathes, dropping down to her knees and holding out her hands. “Come on, sweet girl. You can do it.”

  Brooklyn glances over at me and I smile as she takes another step. I nudge Quinn and she flicks her gaze over her shoulder as I grin.

  “What did I tell you? Walking machine.”

  Rolling her eyes, she turns away from me. “Smug bastard.”

  “Brooklyn,” I call, laughing as I get down on my knees next to Quinn. “You got this, Princess.”

  Brooklyn takes a few more steps, surprised and delighted with herself each time her foot does what she wants it to do. She claps as she gets closer to us and I peek over to Quinn. There are tears shining in her eyes but she’s wearing the biggest smile I’ve ever seen as she watches her daughter take her first steps.

  God, I fucking love her.

  I would move heaven and earth for either one of them. Reaching down, I feel the outline of the ring I’ve been carrying around in my pocket all day long and smile. I don’t know how I’m going to do it yet or when but soon, I’ll get down on one knee and ask her to spend the rest of her life with me.

  “Oh my god,” Quinn gushes. “Just one more step, baby.”

  Brooklyn squeals and looks over at me before taking the final step into her mama’s arms and Quinn squeezes her to her chest as she praises her.

  “You did it, baby girl. You’re getting so big.”

  Brooklyn reaches for me and Quinn sighs as she rolls her eyes.

  “Oh, of course. You just want Lucas.”

  “You can’t blame her, Darlin’,” I tell her, grinning as I pull the baby into my arms. “She’s got damn go
od tastes.”

  I stand and sit down on the couch with Brooklyn in my arms and Quinn cuddles in next to me again as Brooke lays her head on my chest.

  “I suppose that’s true,” she says, brushing her fingers across Brooklyn’s chubby little cheek. “You are an excellent pillow.”

  I laugh and wrap my arm around her. “Oh, is that why the two of you are keeping me around?”

  “Among other things.”

  “Like what?” I ask and she grins before dropping her gaze to my cock. Arching a brow, I pull her closer until my lips brush against her ear so the baby won’t hear. “You dirty fucking girl.”

  She pulls back with a grin on her face and winks as she plays with the neckline on my t-shirt. “Put her to bed and I’ll show you just how much.”

  “Sold,” I call out, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before standing up. She follows behind me as we walk up the stairs to Brooklyn’s room and I watch as Quinn changes her into her pajamas. Her eyes are droopy when we lay her down in her crib and cover her with her blanket but she’s not asleep yet.

  “Now, where were we?” Quinn asks, pulling me into her body in the hallway outside the nursery and I shake my head.

  “Not yet, gorgeous. She’s still awake.”

  She laughs. “Lucas, she’ll be out in minutes.”

  “Nope, not risking it. Let’s go watch TV or something for a little while.”

  Her eyes light up and she nods. “All right. I’ve got Pretty Woman downstairs and I’ve been waiting to test your movie knowledge.”

  “Big mistake,” I say, imitating Julia Roberts’ voice from the movie. “Huge.”

  “I’m willing to admit when I’m wrong,” she answers with a giggle. “But it’s going to take more than one line from the movie to convince me.”

  “Lead the way then, gorgeous.”

  We walk back downstairs and sit down on the couch. I pull her into my arms as she searches for the movie and starts playing it. As the opening credits roll, she grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and covers us with it as I reach over her head and hit the light switch.