by Zoey Parker
“Really? What’s up?”
“Can you pour me some more water?” I asked, pointing to the pitcher by Eric’s hand.
“No wine tonight?” He tipped the pitcher, filling my glass. Somewhere in there, he figured it out. His eyes met mine, and his jaw nearly hit the table.
“Uh, that’s enough!” I laughed as water sloshed all over the table, and put the pitcher back down since my husband was all but catatonic. I had wanted to wait, to give him the news as a “gift” of sorts after dinner, but I’d been just about bursting ever since leaving the doctor’s office that morning.
“Are you saying…what I think you’re saying?” His voice was little louder than a whisper.
“I don’t know. What do you think I’m saying?” I whispered back.
“I’m afraid to say it. I might jinx you or something.”
“You won’t.” I grinned and took his hands. “I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby.”
He stood, pulling me out of my chair along with him before wrapping me in a bear hug. “You’re sure?”
“Completely. The doctor says I’m three months along.”
“So much already?”
“I wanted to wait to be sure,” I said.
“And you didn’t tell me? All this time?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise, and I wanted to be absolutely sure before I said anything.” I looked up into his face. “Are you glad?”
“Glad?” He laughed, throwing his head back. “Yeah, I’m glad. That’s a word for it. I’m also fucking ecstatic.” He kissed me again and again, both of us laughing in between kisses, tears wetting my cheeks.
It didn’t take long for the kisses to heat up. After a year of marriage, and a year of living together prior to that, I never got tired of him or his body, his hands, his kisses. The smell and taste of him. He was a hunger in me that would never go away. I couldn’t satisfy my need for him no matter how many times I had him.
His hands ran down my back, cupping my butt. I groaned, moving my hips closer to him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling away. “Is it all right?”
I chuckled, then cupped him in my hand. “I’m sure. Just, you know, take it easy on me.”
He grinned, and I led him by the hand up to the bedroom. As soon as we were there, we took off our clothes, never taking our eyes off each other. I knew my body would be changing soon, and I hoped he still looked at me then the way he looked at me in that moment. His eyes were full of lust and love, so much passion and want.
I met him beside the bed. The sight of his body still turned me on, and the knowledge that he was all mine was almost more than I could bear sometimes. He was mine. I’d hit the jackpot, for sure.
He took me in his arms and kissed me, so gently and tenderly. I closed my eyes and sank into the feeling of his hands on me, his arms around me, his lips on mine. I felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, and I knew my own heartbeat matched his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his, needing the feeling of his skin against mine. I tingled from head to toe, almost buzzing with anticipation.
He stroked my butt again, making me gasp and groan. Heat sparked between my legs, turning to fire the longer he touched me and kissed me. I pulled away from him, throwing my head back. He ran his mouth down my throat. I clutched his shoulders, holding myself up when my knees went weak and threatened to go out from under me. I gasped when he nibbled my shoulder, then moved further down. He picked me up and lowered me onto the bed, lowering himself over me to worship my body with his mouth. He lingered on my belly, and I stroked his hair as he kissed me tenderly. He glanced up at me with a smile on his face, and I smiled back.
Then he moved lower. I closed my eyes, running my hands through Eric’s thick, long hair as he kissed his way down my thighs, then dipped his tongue between my lips. I sighed at the first touch on my button, then moaned his name when his tongue made slow, tight circles over it. I held him closer with my hands on the back of my head, my thighs on either side. He ran his hands all over my body, fondling my breasts, flicking my nipples as he flicked my button. I ground my hips against his mouth, wanting more pressure, begging for it. He pinched my nipples and I arched my back, crying out.
I felt the tension grow tighter, tighter in my core. I felt the climax approach, and I welcomed it.
“Yes!” I cried out again and again as my muscles clenched and I threw my head back with a shuddering cry.
He wasted no time—I knew he wanted me. He always loved hearing me come, knowing that he was the one who made me come. I let him turn me over onto my hands and knees. He positioned himself against me without a word and slid inside.
Yes. This was what I needed, him inside me forever. Whatever was happening—whatever we were going through together or any growing pains we felt as a couple—this made everything right again somehow. Nothing else mattered when we were together like this, when he was inside me.
He took my hips in his hands, working me up and down his rigid length. I worked against him, moving with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The angle, the depth were all perfect, hitting me in just the right spot. I cried out, feeling the tension build again, so soon after the first time.
“Yes!” I screamed, just once, throwing back my head and tensing all over, then shuddering. He stayed still, and I knew it was because he didn’t want to give over to the pulsing of my muscles around his length. He waited until I loosened and slid out, rolling me onto my back.
I gave myself over to abandon, closing my eyes as he slid inside me again. This time I held him against me. I might have loved the angle when he took me from behind, but being face-to-face was still my favorite. I got to look at him and feel his breath on my neck as he rocked us both.
He pushed himself up on his arms, grinding his length into me again and again. I felt every inch of him touching every inch of me, the delicious friction building. I urged him on, pushing him further. Running my hands up and down his arms, over his chest, over his neck and shoulders. I pushed back against him, my feet on the bed, driving him closer to his finish. He grunted with every thrust, every time our bodies slapped together.
“Yes, baby,” I whispered, dragging my nails over his chest. “Yes. Give it to me, let me feel you come.”
He grunted louder, almost screaming, throwing his head back as his climax ripped through him. I felt complete peace and joy, watching my beautiful man find bliss in my body. I never knew love like that could exist, and it took my breath away every time.
After we caught our breath and came to our senses, I snuggled up against him. His body was so warm and tight, and there was never anywhere I would rather be than in his arms. He locked them around me, keeping me safe in his embrace. I dozed off for a little bit—pregnancy was already taking it out of me—and when I woke up with a start, I was still in his arms.
“You let me fall asleep,” I murmured, pushing my hair back from my face to look up at him. He smiled down at me.
“I didn’t let you do anything. There was no stopping you. I wasn’t about to wake you up.”
“What if I had slept all night?”
“Then I would have stayed like that all night.” And I knew he meant it. That was the best part. He would always put me before himself. It was a gift he gave me every day.
“Are you sure it was okay for us to do that?” He stroked my back, my hips, my thighs.
“I already asked the doctor,” I murmured, my head on his chest. “We’re early enough yet that it’s fine, and even when I’m further along, it’ll be okay as long as we take it easy. No acrobatics, I think he said.”
“Damn, and I was thinking we should spice things up a little now that we’ve been married for a year. I’m starting to get bored.” He chuckled when I smacked his arm.
“Don’t even joke about that.” There were still times when I wondered if I was enough for him. I knew he was used to being with lots of women before we met, and I worried that he would actually get bored
. Plus, he’d taught me everything I knew about sex, being my first and only.
“Hey.” He took my chin in his hand and tilted it up until our eyes met. “You’re more than enough for me. You’re everything to me. You always will be.” Then his hand drifted down to my belly. “I can’t believe we did this.”
“Just think, six months to go.” I kissed him. Six months, and the rest of our lives after that. I knew our lives would never be anything less than an adventure.
THE END
Books by Zoey Parker
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HARDCORE: Storm MC
I’m a hardcore man in a hardcore world.
She’s a diamond in the rough.
But if she’s not careful, she’ll fall into the wrong hands…
Mine.
SIENNA
Working at the strip club wasn’t my first choice, but it paid, and I was good at it.
Things were going as well as they could, all things considered.
Until my sister made a fatal mistake.
Now, her bad choice haunts me, and all I want is revenge.
The only reason I’m still dancing is to get close to our sleazy boss, the bastard who sent my sister to her death.
The problem is, he’s surrounded himself with an army of muscle – a motorcycle club for hire. They’re all brawny, tattooed, and wouldn’t blink twice before ending my life.
But consequences be damned.
I’ve got a man to kill, and a plan to get my hands around his throat.
It would have worked, too.
If it weren’t for Dom.
***
DOM
“No one leaves the club.”
It was always just a saying, a slogan, a reminder that loyalty is everything.
Then our president accepted a deal with the devil.
Now, our whole club is at the beck and call of some slimy porn kingpin, and anyone who tries to break the contract gets killed.
I hate what I’ve become, but I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
I didn’t have a way out, either.
Until Sienna.
The fiery dancer tries to kill our mark, and I’m the one who stops her.
Now, her life is mine to do with as I please.
And I’ve got an important decision to make.
What do I do with her?
She’s got a body worth taming, worth claiming as my own.
Or even better – worth selling to the highest bidder.
Once I’ve gotten a fair price for her, I’ll be able to buy my own freedom and get the hell out of this nightmare.
She’s my golden ticket, my way out.
But nothing is ever as easy as it seems.
Sienna isn’t worth anything dead, but keeping her alive might cost me my life.
A Price to Pay
We’ll both pay the price for crossing the line.
There are some things in this world a man should never do.
But as far as I’m concerned, the rules can go f*ck themselves.
I’m Cain Vale.
I do whatever the hell I want.
Of course, that’s part of the reason I ended up in this situation:
Bleeding from a cracked skull, as a lifetime of naked sluts and roaring bikes flashes before my eyes.
A life well lived, but I’m not ready for it to be over just yet.
Not when there’s revenge to be dealt.
Once I’m back on my feet, the men who betrayed me will pay dearly for their crimes.
They will suffer.
Scream.
Beg for my mercy.
But my injuries are worse than I thought.
Until I can ride again, my president tasks his kid sister with helping me recover.
What she doesn’t know is that, while she’s in my household, she’ll live on my terms.
She’ll please me.
She’ll taste me.
And by the time I’m finished, she’ll know how it feels to be owned.
Take Me, Outlaw
I wanted to be his tonight – his toy, his willing slave...
She’s living proof that bad things happen to good people.
Wrong place, wrong time, but the universe doesn’t give a damn.
Neither does the Mafia.
They’re going to kill her, unless I do something about it.
I’ve never been one to stand by idly, so I do what I have to:
take her before my enemies get the chance to do the same.
At first, it was a matter of convenience.
But the longer she is on the back of my bike,
The greater my hunger grows.
It’s only a matter of time until it feasts.
But there are soulless bastards nipping at our heels.
They want blood – both hers and mine.
Now, I’m faced with an impossible choice: do I leave her, or keep her in my grasp?
Break Me, Outlaw
HE MEANT TO BREAK MY BODY. INSTEAD, HE BROKE MY HEART.
I knew from the moment I walked in that this place was not meant for me.
I was clean; this place was filthy.
I was fair; this place was dark.
But maybe I was sick of living a safe life.
Maybe I was sick of every little thing fitting together just so.
I was sick of being perfect and whole.
I wanted to be broken.
In this dark and pungent hell, I found the man to do the job.
He took me into his arms and broke me –
Over, and over, and over again.
When it was finished, I picked up the pieces of myself that remained, and I left.
But things never end that easily.
I didn’t know it then, but when I ran, I took something with me.
Something I never wanted…
Something I never asked for…
The baby of the man who’d owned me.
Now, my unborn child and I are helpless pawns in some sick and twisted game.
People are being hurt, killed.
I can’t stand to watch anymore.
All I can do is cry, and plead, and beg.
All I can say are three little words:
Please, for the love of God…
“Break me, outlaw.”
Stolen
He's a ruthless biker with a kingdom to run. She's a talented thief with a nose for trouble.
Things are about to get messy.
Sasha
I knew going in that this would be dangerous. But what choice did I have?
None, that's how much. You don't say "No" to a man like Fang, the mob boss I work for. Not if you want to live to tell the tale.
So I swallowed my fear and I took the mission: stealing drugs from the Hell's Overlords MC.
The first time was smooth. In and out like a flash.
The second time was just as easy.
But the third time…that's when everything went wrong.
Now, I'm trapped in a basement, staring into the stormy eyes of a man who doesn't like being robbed.
Everything I feared is present in those eyes. There's anger, and strength, and brutality.
But there's something else, too.
Something I didn't expect, and it's scaring me more than anything else.
He's hungry.
Hungry for me.
HER BODY ISN'T THE ONLY THING I'M TAKING AS MY OWN.
Cole
The first time I lay eyes on her, it feels like I got struck by lightning.
You've probably heard that before, but trust me – this is different.
This isn't the "struck by lightning" you see in friendly little rom-coms with happy endings.
It doesn't come with warm fuzzies.
It's not cute.
No, the kind of lightning I'm talking about makes me want to do things, things that you might not always like.
It makes me want to bite her l
ip like a feral dog, to squeeze her hips in my hands and rid her of every scrap of clothing.
The lightning surging through my veins makes me harder than carved marble.
There's only one release: to own her, again and again, until the thirst is quenched.
I don't know how long that will take.
But I'm willing to find out.
Overdosed
I'M ADDICTED TO HER, AND I WON'T STOP UNTIL I GET MY FIX.
When a little girl shows up on the front stoop of the Fury's Storm HQ,
I tell her the obvious truth: "You're at the wrong place, hon."
