by T. Cobbin
Her friends greeted the news with screams of joy and shock about the baby. Other questions and answers were given briefly before they had to leave to travel home. They kept Troy’s shifter side a secret, and the advancement of Amy’s pregnancy was also hidden—they decided to fight that battle when they came to it.
Amy had cried buckets leaving her home of five years, her friends, and the children she worked with. Troy gave her friends an open invitation to the club any time they wanted.
When Troy went to work, Saphira and Xandor would often visit Amy, going over the details of the nursery and wedding. Amy wasn’t alone much, and she was grateful for that. Some days she went with Troy and helped out with a few jobs around the club, although lifting was out of the question. He’d almost lost his mind one day when he’d seen her carry a small crate of tonics to the bar. He had swept her up, taken her to his office, and fucked her into submission on his desk, leaving her napping on his couch for the afternoon.
Troy’s love of glass was their biggest hurdle, not for Troy, but for Amy. She felt guilty each time a piece was replaced with something that was child safe. The items didn’t go far though. With the help of Saphira, Amy turned one of the spare bedrooms into a showcase with a lock high on the door. Troy now had obtained a treasure room.
Tonight was going to be the first time Amy’s friends were taking Troy up on his offer of a night at Dragon’s Heart. Amy was excited to see them and was trying to find something to wear, but she was quickly getting frustrated. She was halfway through her shifter pregnancy, and every dress she tried on seemed make her growing bump more pronounced.
“Dammit, nothing I wear will hide you or make you look smaller. And if my boobs get any bigger, I’ll tip over,” she grouched, looking at her reflection in the mirror of their walk-in closet.
The dress she currently had on wasn’t so bad, but it made her breasts look crooked. She must have stood there for five minutes trying to position her boobs in a good place and get them to stay put.
“Don’t hide it then, baby. Show it off with pride. I love you just the way you are.” Troy’s arms wrapped around her stomach, his hands molding her belly. He dipped his head into her neck, breathing in her scent. “Mmm, I want you again.” He pushed his erection into her backside.
He pulled at her hair, stretching her neck to the side. She shivered as his tongue slid up her pulse.
“If we had time, I’d be inside you quicker than you could imagine.” With another roll of his hips he kissed her lips hard and fast, and then released her.
She whimpered at the loss, with very wet panties.
“Maybe I’ll carry you off later and give you a good time.” He winked.
“Perhaps I’ll let you.”
“Hurry.” He slapped her backside and walked out of the closet. “I’m calling the car, you have five minutes.”
“A girl needs longer than five minutes you know.”
He poked his head back into the dressing room. “Sweetheart, you look stunning in anything.” And with a twinkle in his eyes he disappeared.
Blowing a lungful of air out, she adjusted her boobs again and shook her head. The dress would have to do. Picking up the small black purse she’d decided on, she walked into the living area to see him waiting. A smile lit up his face and he held his hand out to her. Damn, he looked good. She seemed to melt every time she saw him. With a roll of her eyes at her soppy thoughts she took his hand and walked out of their penthouse toward the elevator and waiting car. She was looking forward to her night out at Dragon’s Heart with her friends.
The girls had decided to stay in a hotel for the weekend. Wendy made a cheeky comment about not wanting to hear her best friend having hot sex! So Amy didn’t see them until one of the club bouncers brought them up to the VIP section. Troy had promised to give them some time together but warned Amy he would be watching.
“Remember my desk, baby. High enough to bend you over and spank that luscious bottom of yours, then slide my cock into your juicy, wet cunt and fuck you, making you come so hard you’ll be a pool of jelly on my couch. Be good!” He walked away mumbling that now he had a fucking hard-on.
Wendy greeted her first, with a squeal. “It feels like it’s been forever since I saw you. Good God, girl, look at you. So fine and so pregnant!” she said, her hands molding over the baby bump.
“Big baby,” Amy muttered and went to greet the rest of the group.
“Big bouncer!” Melanie laughed, looking directly at Pete.
Oh, the fun was beginning, and it looked like Pete the bouncer, who was also a dragon shifter, was the target for the evening. Although his eyes seemed firmly glued to Wendy.
* * * *
The music pumped and the girls danced. Troy had watched from his office for a while, growling when too many guys had their eyes on them. His Amy looked like an angel. She wore another long, white dress. This one dipped low at her breasts, and her back was bare under her long, blonde hair that was half-up and half-down in some intricate pattern. She didn’t join the girls much on the dance floor but was never without company, one of them choosing to stay with her in one of the bubbled VIP rooms. He watched how she laughed, her face lighting up with pure delight. He still had the constant hard-on he had whenever he was around her.
The last month had been the greatest of his life. They often went to the beach house so he could fly, his dragon wanting to know her more. The silly thing would have her laughing with its antics. They would lie on the beach with her small hands touching or stroking his large body. The beast would calm and purr around his mate.
His mother and father had been pretty awesome too. They had both shown Amy their dragons. His mother’s dragon was a pretty light lime green, his father’s a deep olive. Although not quite as silly as his beast, they too had fallen in love with her.
Not able to be away from her any longer, Troy went to join the group.
* * * *
“Dammit, I need the bathroom again,” Amy complained, grabbing Wendy’s arm.
“Girl, you pee more than a fish needs water.” They giggled all the way to the bathroom.
After relieving herself and washing her hands, Amy waited while Wendy touched up her makeup. Amy had chosen to wear only a little lip gloss. Troy loved the flavored stuff and devoured her lips when she wore it. They began to walk back to the VIP section.
“You!” An older woman bumped into them. She wore a silver, thigh-length, beaded dress. If it was any shorter...well, you would see everything. Amy didn’t want to be behind her if she bent over. Her hair was dyed red, her makeup running with the sweat on her face. She seemed rather worse for wear. “I recognized you earlier, and no way some little bastard brat like you can be in a club like this!” she shrieked, looking directly at Amy.
Wendy stood in front of Amy in a protective stance, pushing her friend behind her and backing up toward the door.
“You’re a fucking nut,” Wendy screeched at the woman. “Who the hell are you to be talking to her that way? She doesn’t know you, and she didn’t even say a fucking word to you!” She took another step back, pushing Amy again. “You’re talking to the owner’s wife. Step any closer and I’ll be calling security and you’ll find your fat arse on the walkway.”
“No fucking way!” The woman stepped forward.
Wendy shoved Amy out of the door. “Step back, bitch. I’m warning you!”
“Troy!” Amy shouted, knowing he would hear her with his shifter hearing, even above the loud, thumping music.
The woman lunged at Wendy and grabbed her waist, throwing her to the floor. Amy’s hands automatically wrapped around her stomach as she took another step back, wishing she wasn’t pregnant so she could help Wendy.
“You’re a little bitch,” the woman screamed at Amy, pointing a finger with long, false nails on it. “I know you, you’re nothing! How can you have more than us?”
Before she was able to even touch Amy with a finger, Troy had her scooped up in his arms. Pete, who wa
s not a second behind him, picked Wendy up and held her in his arms, although Wendy didn’t seem too happy about that. Amy was sure Wendy wanted to go flatten the bitch who was currently screaming all kinds of profanities to another bouncer holding her back from the group. Amy watched as Pete leaned into Wendy’s ear and said something, making Wendy still, turning her eyes to his.
“What happened, baby?” Troy asked.
“No idea,” Amy shakily replied. “She says she knows me and I don’t deserve to be here.”
“The fucking brat doesn’t. I know because I gave her life. She deserves nothing!”
Amy felt her heart stop. She didn’t even recognize the woman, although there was something in her eyes that seemed familiar.
“No!” Amy cried. “No, it can’t be true.” Tears streamed down her face. Of all the places, how had her mother found her here? She slumped back in Troy’s arms, welcoming the peace in oblivion.
Chapter 12
Troy was steaming mad. How the hell had that woman gotten so close to Amy? He had felt her panic through their bond, then heard her call for help. He had immediately ran toward her, getting to her within a minute. He had to rein in his dragon who wanted to go find the fucking cow who had not only ruined Amy’s evening but her life too.
Not even worth biting. Just toss it aside and I’ll roast it.
You have that right, my friend. I’ll let you roast her when we find her.
Amy was again lying on the couch in his office, sleeping, this time though not after an afternoon of sex but because of a woman that was supposed to be her mother.
When Amy had regained consciousness she had been unsettled and apprehensive. It had taken both Troy and Wendy a while to calm her down, convincing her that woman wouldn’t get near her again.
“She is currently drinking drain water in the gutter,” was one of Wendy’s comments.
Eventually Amy fell asleep in his arms. She still had her arms hugging their baby, protecting it as she slept.
Wendy, with much cajoling and with Pete at her side, collected her friends and went back to the hotel. Troy insisted on a car being sent in the morning so they could join Amy for breakfast.
Todd walked into the room, pulling Troy from his thoughts. “I have the camera footage. The male that came in with her left not long after the woman was evicted.”
“The photos have gone up?”
“Yes. They won’t be allowed back, not even in the waiting line.”
“Do we know how long they have been coming?”
“No, sir.”
“Get security on their whereabouts. I need info on them. They won’t get near her again,” he growled. “The club is yours for the rest of the night. Make sure Pete gets a bonus. Also, sort out Dennenth and maybe one other, probably Pete, for security detail. Amy won’t be without it anymore.”
Todd nodded and left quietly.
Troy was sure he would get the information he needed. He would ruin them. Amy wouldn’t live in fear of them ever again. They would never fucking hurt her, or even get near her!
* * * *
Troy had laid beside Amy most of the night, watching as she slept peacefully, his hand over their baby, feeling it move and kick while she rested. All the time pushing love toward the youngling through their bond. As the sun began to rise and shine into their room, he watched Amy’s hair gleam with its different shades. He couldn’t wait any longer. Her sun-soaked skin needed tasting.
“Morning, baby.” Troy kissed up her body.
She moaned and wiggled. He ran his tongue lightly around her areola, watching it bead and the nipple stiffen. They weren’t a pink color anymore; as her pregnancy had progressed they had become darker. He pulled the nipple into his mouth as she arched off the bed, pushing toward him. She tasted divine.
His cock was a steel iron rod. He undulated his hips against the mattress. His hands roamed over her body, opening her thighs, gliding over her wet folds, up and over their baby bump. Raising to her breasts, he took one in each hand, pushing them together and licking around them. She writhed beneath him, moaning as he bit into her skin.
“Please,” she begged.
He moved lowered, tasting her skin as he went. He needed to see her come, wanted to see the ecstasy on her face. He loved how her face flushed, her eyes closing tightly from the intensity. How her body tighten for a few minutes, then relaxed, totally carefree. The secret smile of satisfaction that often came afterward.
He swept his tongue around her clit as it peeked out from under its cover. She groaned, lifting her hips. He moved his legs inside of hers, opening her thighs wider. Holding her hips, he leaned down and thrust his tongue inside her cunt, collecting the gathering juices. Her cries and squirming became more frantic as she chased the orgasm.
“Oh...please...yes...more...”
He withdrew his tongue, replacing it with two of his fingers, pumping them in and out until he felt her insides quiver. Sucking the small, swollen bud inside his mouth, he clenched it between his teeth and pushed deeply inside of her and nipped her clit. Her whole body arched. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and shoved his tongue back in, lapping at the juices until she finally relaxed, sinking back into the bed. Her flushed face was adorable. He loved seeing her this way.
“Baby, I want to see your lips around my cock, feel you swallow my cum.” He crawled up beside her as her eyes flickered open, her mouth lifting with a smile.
“Oh, do you now? Want some relief? You seem to be having a hard problem there. Think my warm, wet mouth around your dick will help?”
He closed his eyes in pain. “Woman, if you don’t suck my cock right now, you will find yourself pinned down underneath me all day long while I bring you to the edge repeatedly, but you won’t get to cum until I do.”
“Oh, honey,” she said, getting to her hands and knees in front of him. “That sounds like fun. You really want me to suck your cock?” she asked, her voice full of mirth and seduction, while grabbing hold of his shaft. A clear drop of pre-cum leaked from the head of his penis as she ran her pink tongue over her bottom lip.
“You’re playing with fire,” he groaned.
He nearly came on the spot as she licked from the bottom of his dick to the top, following his engorged vein. She licked the top and slowly lowered her lips over his cock. He shook with restraint, watching his cock slide into her mouth. He wanted to grab hold of her nape and fuck her mouth.
She moaned, taking him in as far as she could. Not being able to take him the whole way in, she fisted the bottom of his dick. His eyes closed in rapture. She gradually started bobbing her head up and down. He watched as she loved and tantalized his shaft. She suckled and worshipped it.
“Oh, my goddess, I’m not going to last.” Unable to resist any longer, he grabbed the nape of her neck and thrust into her. His cock hit the back of her throat, his cum shooting inside her mouth. He tensed, relishing in the feeling as she swallowed it all, licking along his cock as he reluctantly withdrew.
She crawled up into his arms, and he curled around her, quietly protecting her from the world for a few brief minutes.
“You always know how to wake up a girl. Starting the day with you inside of me is the best kind of morning.”
He looked down into her light blue eyes, seeing the love she had for him. A warm caress of heat swept through his mind too, coming from their bond. She was learning. He smiled and lowered his head to kiss her again.
“I don’t want you to worry about anything. I’ll take care of you, of everything. All you have to do is look after our baby.” He curled his hand around her protruding bump.
Stretching her head up, she placed her lips on his beating pulse, kissing up under his chin until she reached his mouth. He took hold of her neck, pulling her toward him and plunging his tongue inside of her warmth. He had her firmly caged between his arms. His cock sat at her ready entrance, and with one roll of his hips he was seated deep inside her.
“Now I’m going to show you agai
n just how to wake up properly.”
* * * *
Wendy hugged Amy tightly. “Last night was freaky. That fucking woman was just plain nuts. How the hell she had you, I have no idea.”
Amy smiled at Wendy and greeted the rest of her friends, then led them to the food laid out on the table. Plates of bacon, scrambled and fried eggs, hash browns, sausages, beans...a whole array of greasy hangover food.
“Good God, who cooked all this?” Melanie asked, grabbing a strip of bacon.
“New housekeeper, Troy hired her this morning.” Blushing, Amy pointed to a little gray-haired woman pottering around the kitchen. Amy still wasn’t used to having money. She was happy to cook and clean but Troy had insisted on hiring help.
“Women give birth all the time, some even squat in a field, and don’t have someone to cook for them,” she had argued.
“Yeah, well, they aren’t my mate. You are. So deal with it,” he’d replied.
She’d growled at him and sat sulking, until he’d fucked the mood right out of her. A few hours later Helen had turned up.
“Bloody hell, can I have a housekeeper?” Sarah asked as she filled her plate with scrambled eggs and toast.
As they ate Amy told the girls about her past. How losing Adam had been the biggest blow, but most of all how they were and had been her only friends. When she noticed they had all stopped eating to look at her while she told her story, she gestured to their plates and said, “Eat.”
Bobbie was the first to break the ice. “Sob stories or bacon. Mmm, such decisions.” Bobbie examined her bacon, then chomped down on it, making a snorting noise. “Only one outcome...bacon!”
The girls broke out in fits of giggles. Amy mouthed a thank you in Bobbie’s direction, receiving a sly smile and a wink back.
Troy came out dressed for work and grabbed a muffin from the table. In full view of her friends he gave her a heated kiss that made her toes curl and her face heat, then he headed out to the club, leaving a wad of money for the girls to enjoy a shopping trip, but he insisted they be accompanied by Pete, a six foot muscle-bound man with sleeves of tattoos covering his arms. It would seem he had volunteered for the day. Amy had a sneaky suspicion he liked Wendy, his eyes followed her everywhere. That would be interesting.
