by Nikki Wild
“And we’re all alone,” he noted.
“That’s right.”
“Lots of trouble we could get into…”
I reached down, caressing the outline of his rising cock in his jeans. “That’s right…”
Hunter took me by the hand, his fingers locking in mine, and pulled me towards the stairs. With him I felt like a teenager again and it was the best feeling in the world.
“You know…”
I thought aloud as Hunter pulled me towards the bedroom. A devilish, hungry look was on that wolfish face of his as he listened for my father, popping open the guest bedroom door.
“My Dad does have a pretty kick-ass maid…”
Twenty-Four
Sarah
As if we were love-struck teenagers again, we both hungrily, passionately kissed each other out of our clothes.
I wanted to thank him.
I wanted to pry into that chat he’d had with my father.
I wanted to ask him about everything…
But as he helped me lower myself down onto the edge of the bed, my shins dangling off the side, this wasn’t the time for that. Those pressing questions could absolutely wait until the pillow talk…
For now, all that mattered was what we did with our needful bodies, showing each other that after all this insanity, all this trouble… it had been utterly worth it.
His fingernails trailed down my bare skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Sarah…”
Hunter’s voice was a groan, slowly turning into that dark growl I loved so much. It made me so happy that I could have this effect on him.
“I can’t wait to be inside you…”
I shivered with delight at his words.
“No reason to wait…” I smiled lustfully.
“Plenty of reason,” he told me. Before I could take that the wrong way, his lips were on me; they pressed against my own, fully and deeply, until he took them away and peppered a trail of scorching-hot kisses down my chest.
“Oh God, Hunter…”
This handsome, rugged example of pure male perfection lowered himself above me, supporting his weight with a flattened palm. With his spare hand, he took my breast into his hand, bringing his lips back to circle my hard nipple.
With every little flick of his tongue, he sent another spike of pleasure into my body.
I whispered in the only language between us that mattered anymore: lust...
“I love how you do that, babe…”
His response was an approving growl as he slipped his mouth to the other breast. While his grasping hand continued to squeeze my first one, he pressed his lips against the soft, swollen breast and sucked hard. As I writhed under the pleasure, he left soft bruises – evidence of his love – in the tender flesh before kissing my nipple.
My arms enveloped my tall, muscular lover around his well-developed shoulders. I loved how taut and hard his skin was, and it only made my body that much more ready for him.
“I love your little noises,” he growled.
Almost by surprise, I hadn’t realized that I’d been making any. But I caught how the motions of his tongue were tugging quiet little moans out of my chest.
“They’re all for you, Hunter,” I gasped with the latest squeeze of my breast. His toughened fingers had brushed the perky, aching peak. “You are the only man that will ever hear them…”
“That’s right,” he groaned darkly. He pulled himself from my arms and slid down my chest, that trail of kisses leading to my glistening sex. “Only for me…”
“All yours,” I moaned.
Hunter shouldered my thighs, pressing his lips into the soft, inner muscles. I felt his teeth as he sucked in, leaving more evidence of his love.
It was just the way that I liked it.
The pain was small and manageable – Hunter knew my limits, what I could and couldn’t handle – but the mixture of pain and pleasure just turned me on so fucking much.
“Please,” I whispered. “I need you…”
“Ask, and ye shall receive…”
Hunter’s lips crashed into the lips of my wet, slickened pussy. I covered my mouth with a hand as I grasped at the sheets with the other.
“Fuck!” I barely contained myself. “Oh God, Hunter, that feels so fucking good…”
His tongue had my sex memorized.
Hunter knew all the best ways to rile me up, flicking that hard, wet tongue against my clit in just the right movements, or sucking it into his mouth with just the right pressure. Better yet, he knew how to read me when it was starting to get too sensitive – before I ever grew discomforted, he moved on to do something else entirely with that awesome mouth between my thighs.
He also knew how to deny me.
Playing me like an instrument, he would build me up to an incredible crescendo, only to switch gears right before the finale. He kept me edging along the brink of orgasm, knowing my body and its carnal impulses better that even I did sometimes…
When he held a pair of fingers towards my lips, I gratefully sucked my fluids off of them. He took them back down and plunged them into my body, stroking my wet pussy just along my inner bundle of nerves.
“You’re so goddamn good at this,” I moaned.
“Of course I am,” Hunter growled, but a tinge of sincerity and compassion traced his voice. “We were fucking made for each other, baby…”
There was no denying that.
Hunter built me up towards another hard orgasm. I was beginning to think he was getting cruel with the deprivation, but this time he kept up the momentum.
Hunter looked me hungrily in the eyes as I leaned up, gazing down on him over the bump. The gamble was a huge risk, knowing what he was like, but I needed this climax.
“Please,” I pleaded him. “Oh God, Hunter, please don’t fucking stop…”
For a second, I was afraid he would take that as invitation to hold back the orgasm; he so often did that, just to stir me up even more.
But Hunter didn’t let up.
Instead, he buckled down, his lips sucking my clit one last time as his fingers dominated my wet, trembling pussy. Those tremors rode down my legs and across my entire body as I felt him push me to the dizzying peak…
My body erupted into total ecstasy.
“Oh fuck, fuck – FUCK–“
I held both hands over my mouth as I crashed over the edge, turning my limbs into a quivering mess. After I stopped myself from waking Dad up down the hall, I released one hand to grab the back of his head and keep his mouth pinned to my clit.
Every last little shudder arched my back as pleasure washed over me. My grip slowly released on his hair as Hunter raised his face with a satisfied smirk.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he growled.
My heaving chest was fighting for oxygen too much to offer a snarky retort, so I just lay my head back down against the bedding.
He hooked his hands around my hips, pulling them closer against the edge of the bed. “If I were you, I wouldn’t get too relaxed…”
My lungs were finally starting to calm down. “Oh yeah?” A content smile crossed my lips as I leaned up just enough to see that set of incredible washboard abs above his hard, dangling cock.
But then I saw how he was lining himself up to my wet pussy, hoisting a leg up under his huge forearm.
I felt him enter me, just an inch…
Hunter kept a smirk on his face as he grabbed the other leg, his fingers digging into it before pulling it over his other forearm. He supported both, holding them up above his waist for a perfect angle as he leaned a little closer.
“That’s right, baby…” He whispered with that hungry, erotic glint in his dark eyes. “We’ve got the whole night ahead of us. You and I aren’t done yet… not even fucking close.”
And then he slid that rock-hard, throbbing cock into my body in one deliciously powerful thrust…
I don’t know how long we were quietly curled
up in bed together, positioned to keep the baby safe. I was lying on my back, my neck supported above Hunter’s shoulder as his arm lazily dangled down my naked body.
“I nearly forgot,” I told him with a quiet burst of excitement. “Before he went to bed earlier, Russell updated me a little on your bike…”
Hunter stirred from his sleepy trance.
“And?”
“Bearing wheel failure,” I replied. “He didn’t make it sound like anything too crazy. Mechanic reckons he can have it done in three, four hours tops. The way Russell told it, the guy’s getting started on it first thing in the morning.”
“Well, that’s great goddamn news!”
I smiled slyly. “Another thing: the mechanic also says you’re coming up for an oil change, but he’s doing that free of charge because, in his words, he’s ‘never worked on a beautiful vintage bike like that one’. Babe, he thinks we’re gonna be road-ready again tomorrow after lunchtime.”
“That’s a huge relief,” he groaned in relief. “I was afraid that all of this would be something far more costly and mechanical than that… it’s been a while since I’ve had to dick around with the bearings, so I guess it’s not a huge surprise.”
“So, are we leaving tomorrow?”
Hunter thought for a moment.
“I’ll check in with Grizz, just to make sure that he’s holding down the fort alright. Dodging this court date means this is the last time I’ll be able to take any time off in Phoenix, so I figure we can hang out with Jack and the Parkers for a few more days. We should probably make the most of it before we leave it forever.”
“Well, maybe not forever…”
He lifted his eyebrow again.
“Sarah…”
“My father’s getting up there in age. There’s no freaking way he can drive all the way out to New Orleans to make our wedding…”
“We can put him on a flight.”
“Maybe…” I was unconvinced. “But that’s the other thing. New Orleans is fine and all, but it doesn’t have any significance to us. Well, not yet, at any rate. I know we haven’t really talked about this yet,” I hesitated briefly. “But is that where we really want to get married?”
Hunter didn’t skip a beat.
“Then we’ll meet him in the middle.”
“In the middle?”
“But I won’t ride my club all that way so soon, especially not with our bun fresh out the oven. We’re all going to have to fly too, and I know my Dragons aren’t going to like that a whole lot…”
“Where do you have in mind?”
“The only place that makes sense.” There was a twinkle in his eye when his eyes focused on me. “We came all the way back to our past to bring your father back into the family. Unless you don’t like the plan, it seems fitting to get married in the place where our lives came back together…”
“El Paso,” I realized.
“It’s a beautiful send-off, don’t you think?”
It really was.
“It’s the last time we’ll ever be there,” I said, reality dawning on me. “Hunter, it’s perfect. That’ll be our own special little way of saying goodbye.”
“Funny how important the edge of that little town became to us,” he stared thoughtfully at the ceiling as I nuzzled closer. “My Dragons and I were only supposed to be there a little while, sorting out all that stuff with the missing girls…”
“It’s where our worlds intersected again,” I fondly remembered. “It’s so perfect. Now that you’ve said it, I can’t think of anywhere better for us to be wed.”
“Glad you think so,” Hunter grinned. With a smooth, easy motion, the man I wanted to spend my life with pulled himself closer. He kissed me, planting his lips along my body just the way I loved best, and in all the places I loved most.
“You’re a real knockout gal, Sarah,” he smirked. “I feel like I should put a ring on it and marry the goddamn shit out of you.”
“Pretty sure that we’ve had this conversation before,” I reminded him with a crafty smile.
“And we’ll have it again,” Hunter kissed me again, overflowing with his typical brand of dark, brooding love. “We’ll have it however many times it takes, until we’ve both got the real rings on our fingers…”
“Got some time to kill until then.”
“You’re right,” he smiled wickedly, reaching down again with an exploratory pair of rugged fingers. “And I can certainly think of a few ways to blow all that time…”
Twenty-Five
Hunter
Two Months Later
In a New Orleans hospital, I gazed across the small sea of babies in the newborn infirmary. Their tiny, sleeping forms looked as peaceful as they come. Nearby, I knew that Sarah was asleep in her hospital bed, dozing off the aftermath of a long and excruciating birth.
Her water had broken out of the blue. Luckily, we had been expecting that, and I knew that we needed to be prepared for the eventuality. Thus, I’d put my beautiful Scarlett into park, pulled a few strings, and gotten my hands on a car.
It had been a begrudging decision.
I utterly hated the constriction of cages and how they always limited my senses. I couldn’t feel the fresh wind on my face, the vibe of the road, or the natural intuition that comes with veteran experience on a hot, rumbling bike. There wasn’t a damn car in the world that could give me the exhilaration of a hard ride, not unless it was a sports car… and there was no way that my bride-to-be was letting me drive a Porsche.
That Porsche could have been such an incredibly badass compromise.
But it didn’t make sense as Connor’s due date rapidly approached, so I sat my ass in the driver’s seat of some last-year model SUV (and that only added insult to injury), ferrying Sarah around as she needed. At least she liked it. The thing drove like a tank, my men ridiculed me mercilessly and, to twist the knife, a goddamn Prius of all things gunned it past me on the Interstate.
But then she broke her water in the seat, and we had to make a quick dash to the hospital for the birth of our son.
The rental people were gonna be pissed.
But that detail meant basically zilch to me right now, because somewhere, deep in this sea of slumbering infants in baskets, was my son.
Wonder where you are, Connor…
I flagged down the nearby elderly nurse, who was all too happy to check for me. Since I couldn’t make Connor do a little tap-dance with my brain, the friendly old nurse answered the question for me by taking a small, sleeping infant from his bed and curling him up in his blanket. With mounting anticipation, I watched her walk around to the door and up the corridor before she carefully handed me my baby boy.
“Congratulations, Dad,” she smiled warmly. “Connor looks happy and healthy.”
I beamed down at him.
“Connor… it’s so great to meet you, son.”
I’d never taken a strong opinion in the name selection. The two of us decided on it together, but I’d really let his mother dominate the process and we both knew it. Sarah had chosen well – at a glance, he was definitely a Connor.
While I held him close and watched him sleepily push a finger into his tiny mouth, I felt the warmth of fatherhood overcome me.
The name suits you, kiddo.
As I pulled myself out of my brief trance, I realized that the elderly nurse was still here. After a moment of gazing at her, I realized that she had been asking me something.
“Sorry,” I shook my head. “What was that?”
With a knowing but firm smile, she eyed the patches on my black, leather vest and repeated patiently: “Are the rest of them with you?”
“Oh yeah,” I chuckled, glancing towards the waiting room doors. “Those are my other boys.”
The nurse pulled her lips into a frown.
“Coming up here in all that black leather, scaring everybody,” she tsk-tsked. “You know, the lot of you darn near gave some of us old ladies a heart attack!”
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�ll get us all out of your hair soon enough,” I offered her the most charming grin I had on me. “Once my fiancée is checked out and ready to get some rest at home. For now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go pull a ‘Lion King’ moment…”
Before I went through the doors, I glanced into the windows and took a quick, warm look at my loyal men. The whole pack was there, all chatting among themselves as they awaited the arrival of their prince.
I couldn’t ask for better babysitters.
Sarah and I both knew that the entire lot of them would treat our son like their own. As the date had pulled closer, we’d started having all the long talks about how we wanted to raise our child – and we agreed that he belonged in the club. We’d already found some great schools for when the time came.
Better yet, he’d have a playmate soon.
Grizz and Kate were expecting, too.
They’d surprised us with the news when we’d finally returned after two weeks in Phoenix. She was already deep into her second trimester, and they’d just gotten the news: a girl.
They wanted to name her Kyra.
Part of me wondered if Connor and Kyra would grow up to fall in love. We’d all joked about it together, but the four of us knew that crazier things had happened. Whether or not our dear friends became an official part of the family or not, I had confidence that our children would be fast friends and lifelong companions.
Connor and Kyra… I thought to myself.
Like Jack said, it was up to us to take what we had learned and teach it to the next in the line. The next generation was already on its way, and something told me that the Devil’s Dragons would be left in capable hands…
“You’re gonna do great, my son,” I whispered into his little ear. “Treat my friend’s girl right. Defend her. Protect her, like your old man does for your mother. Whether or not you both grow up to be friends or lovers, I can feel it in my bones: you two are going to accomplish great things…”
Connor stirred quietly, but slept.
That’s right, son. Hard part’s over.
