by Joanna Blake
My Phee had some serious morning sickness.
I headed into the bathroom after giving her a few minutes of privacy to get the job done. I clucked my tongue and held a clean washcloth under the faucet, letting cool water run over it. Phee was sitting back on her heels as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I offered her the washcloth and she took it with a softly spoken thank you.
Even on the bathroom floor, my wife looked like an angel.
"All better?"
She nodded.
"Come on, let's shower and I'll get you a warm cup of ginger tea."
She smiled wanly and I turned the water on.
I watched hungrily as she stripped. I let myself look my fill at her long legs and silky thighs… her tiny waist, just starting to show the signs of the baby… and her luscious, overly ripe breasts. Those were definitely showing signs.
The best part of pregnancy was the excitement and joy of course.
But the second best part was definitely the boobs.
Plus, for some reason, expecting made my wildcat even a little bit… wilder.
I held her against me as I soaped her up. She sighed, leaning against the shower wall. I let my hands wander lower, washing her sexy little bottom, then slipping even lower to play with her folds. Minus the soap of course.
"Clint…"
"Yes, babygirl?"
She wiggled a little.
"Will you give me a reason to be smiling at breakfast?"
I exhaled sharply and stepped behind her. I was hard instantly, just like I always was when she expressed an interest. I rubbed my tip against her, finding her slick and ready for me. Pregnancy did that to her.
It was a good thing too, because with two toddlers running around, we didn't always have time for foreplay.
"You want it quick and dirty, sweetheart? Or long and sweet?"
"Hmmm… quick and dirty please."
I bent my legs and pushed inside her, both of us moaning at the feel of it. It was like coming home, sinking into the best spot on Earth. Phee whimpered, pushing back on me urgently.
I chuckled. She sure was in a hurry this morning. I reached down to play with her sweet little nub. She was panting as I flicked my finger against her, matching the tempo of my hips.
We were silent as we got caught up in the moment, breathing heavily like two horses after a gallop. I groaned as I felt her start to peak. I doubled my efforts and was rewarded with a scream of pure pleasure.
That did it.
She bore down on me, milking my cock for all it was worth. I grunted as I came, riding her until we were both spent.
I washed her off again and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. She was limp in my arms as I set her down on the bed.
I got dressed, stealing glances at my dreamy-eyed angel. She stretched and got up, still wrapped in her towel.
"You can stay in bed you know. I'll take the kids down."
"And miss seeing Jackson in his Santa suit?" She smiled at me. "Never."
Casey
"You two ready?"
I smiled at Becky, braiding her long dark hair into two plaits. I kissed her cheek and winked at her.
"Go tell daddy I'll be down in just a minute."
Dale was downstairs, excited to get next door for one of the famous Delancey Christmas breakfasts. We lived here in the house Angie and I had bought, running the organic farm and his veterinary practice out of a converted barn.
I said a prayer of gratitude as I slipped on a pair of walking shoes. Walking. I could walk again, almost five years after I'd been crippled by a reaction to a common drug.
I'd never thought I would walk again, let alone prance down the stairs or ride a horse. But here I was, living in a two-story house and sleeping on the second floor.
And I was a mother.
My old bedroom, the sunroom, was now a reading and craft room for our amazing daughter Rebecca.
She'd come to us just a year ago, one year after our wedding. A beautiful four-year-old, with huge dark eyes full of worry. We'd fallen in love with her from the moment the adoption agency told us they had a child for us. Before we even opened her file, we'd known.
She was ours.
We didn't care what she looked like of course. But it didn't change the fact that she was beautiful. I even swore she looked like my mother, especially around the eyes. Everyone assumed she'd been born to us, except I had dark blond hair and Dale was a redhead.
We couldn't have loved her more if she had been natural born. We felt so blessed. Triple blessed, Dale liked to say.
First, that we'd found each other. Second, that I'd been able to walk down the aisle at our wedding. And later, when we decided not to try for a baby the old-fashioned way.
Dale had insisted that my body had been through too much already. I might need drugs to get me through the pregnancy, and risk all the progress I'd made. And though it broke my heart at the time, I'd eventually agreed.
Now I knew that God had been looking out for me. He'd already had a daughter waiting for us. We'd just had to track her down.
Becky was brimming with excitement as Dale helped her into her bright green winter coat. Gone was the frightened little girl who hadn't slept through the night without a nightmare the first six months. Eventually, she'd come to know I would be right there waiting if she called out. Or her daddy.
I kissed his cheek as Dale lifted the bundle of gifts and carried them outside.
"Walk? Or drive? It might snow."
"Can you carry those?"
He nodded. I was excited to see my sister and our newly extended family. We spent every holiday together these days, and a lot of regular days too. Having Sunday dinner was a recent Delancey family tradition.
I loved every one of them, the big, loud bundle of them. And they loved me.
It was going to be a beautiful Christmas.
I slipped my arm through Dale's and smiled.
"Let's walk."
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Other works by Joanna Blake:
Wanted By The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Still Waters (Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Safe In His Arms (Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Devil’s Riders: Before You (A short prequel to the Devil’s Rider’s Trilogy)
Slay Me (Rock Gods)
Dare Me (Rock Gods)
Cover Me (Rock Gods)
BRO’
A Bad Boy For Summer
PLAYER
GRIND
HEAT
PUSH
DEEP
Go Long
Go Big
Cockpit
Hot Shot
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Hot Shot
Joanna Blake
Drew
I leaned against the dark wood, sipping my beer. I wasn't getting shit housed for once. I was just having a nice cold beer with my friend and talking about my fucked up life.
Or gearing up the nuts to talk about it. So far, I'd mostly talked around it and stared numbly into space. Lowe was good company in that regard at least. He didn't push or nag at me like some people I knew.
My sister for one.
I ignored everyone around me as happy hour turned to dinner turned to serious drinkers and people looking to pick someone up. I was feeling loose after a couple of beers. Lowe was definitely feeling it more than I was.
And neither one of us had figured out what to do about Kennedy or the kid.
I was going to step up with the baby, that much was for sure. But what would I do with my baby mama? That was a whole other story.
I had a couple of ideas about what I would like to do… but crawling into bed with her and never coming out again wasn't very re
alistic. Especially since I could not trust her one fucking bit once she was out of my sight. And keeping her in bed permanently wasn't realistic either.
Besides, I didn't really want to let down my guard with anyone, let alone the women who'd pretty much broken me in two.
So that left me, and Lowe and the beer.
I tipped mine back and ordered another. Maybe I should get shitfaced again. Why the hell not? It's not like I had to look after the baby in the morning. I did wonder if I should start baby proofing our beat up old house though…
Lowe was looking at the front door when he exhaled out two little words.
"Holllly shit."
I turned to see what Lowe was looking at and my jaw dropped. Holy shit was right. Hell had just frozen over. Little Miss Priss, Miss Goodie Two Shoes was here. In the bar. My bar.
Looking for trouble from the looks of it.
Kennedy was here.
But… she didn't look like Kennedy.
Gone was the innocent little beauty I'd fallen for, and then lost. This girl was confident. Wild. She oozed sex appeal. From the tight fitting corset top she wore to the frayed denim micro miniskirt and high heeled booties. Her hair was blown out and luxuriously curled at the ends, like she was in a shampoo commercial. Her naturally pouty lips were shiny and red. Her stunning blue eyes were lined with something dark and smoky.
She was hot. She was sex on wheels. And she was already getting way too much attention.
In fact, it looked like the Red Sea had parted as every guy in the place turned to stare at her. I felt my stomach clench up with jealousy. She was going to get swarmed in about thirty seconds. I was going to have to beat off every guy in the place, just to get to her.
Her cousin Jamie smirked at me. I knew that she'd done this to spite me. To torture me.
To get even with me for being a damn jackass.
And it was working.
I growled and slammed my drink down. I strode across the bar and grabbed Kennedy's arm. Then I dragged her right back outside.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
She squeaked as I released her. I stood there, panting as she looked at me in shock.
"Drew… I didn't know you would be here."
"Like hell you didn't!"
She fidgeted nervously, tugging on that joke of a skirt. I could shove it up around her waist in a heartbeat.
I was sorely tempted to do just that. Then I'd bend her over my knee and-
"Jamie said I needed to get out. So, we're out."
I clenched my fist, restraining myself. If I didn't, I was afraid of what I might do. I'd start with a firm spanking and then progress to- well, it would end with me fucking her up against the wall in the middle of the street!
This was madness. I had to stop this. I had to get her as far away from me as possible before I did something stupid.
"Go home, Kennedy! I don't want you here!"
Her gorgeous eyes blinked at me. Then she blinked again. I stared at the solitary tear that rolled down her cheek.
I ran my hands through my hair.
"Kennedy… shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
She pulled her purse tight over her shoulder and shook her head.
"No, it's fine. I should have realized Jamie was up to something. We'll just… I'll go somewhere else."
I stared at her, my jaw clenching.
"You should go home. You're going to start a damn riot! Why are you dressed like that? What are you trying to do to me?"
"To you?"
I clenched my jaw and nodded.
"I'm not trying to do anything to you. I'm leaving. Like you said. Tell- tell Jamie I'll see her at PJ's."
She squared her shoulders and tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"PJ's! Hell, no you are not going to PJ's alone!"
She gave me a cold look.
"I don't see that it's any of your concern. I have a sitter. I'm an adult. I can go anywhere I damn please!"
I snarled at her, taking a step towards her.
"No, you can't."
"Yes. I can."
She was trying to sound tough but she took a step backwards. I followed her until her back was against the wall. She gave me a nervous look. Good.
She should be nervous.
"No. You can't."
I was inches away from her. I could practically taste her lips. She'd always reminded me of strawberries and cream. I wanted to see if she still tasted like that.
I wanted to see if the fire was still burning between us.
That was a lie.
I knew it was. Not just a fire either. A Goddamn conflagration.
An inferno.
And I was going to burn it in. We both were. All night if I had anything to say about it.
Even after everything she'd done, I could not resist her. I'd tried to stay away. And I'd failed.
"Kennedy…"
She stared up at me as I pressed forward until our bodies were touching. I braced one arm against the wall behind her, pressing her into it. She let out a soft sound that was sexy as hell. I groaned as I wrapped omy other arm around her and yanked her chest against mine.
"What are you- doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you."
"Why?"
I couldn't help the bitter smile that settled on my lips.
"Because I cant help it. I can't get you out of my head. That's why."
And then I stopped talking. I stopped thinking. I just felt.
I held her face as I took her mouth, punishing her for all those months I'd missed her. All that time she'd made me wait and wonder. All the pain I'd felt when she left me.
Well, she was back and she was mine.
I didn't care anymore what she'd done. I'd just make sure she didn't leave me again. Not until I had her out of my system. I wouldn't let her.
I was going to tie her to my damn bed if I had to. Permanently. I'd follow her home. I'd never let her out of my sight. Not until I was cured.
No matter how long it took, I wouldn't let her go until I was done.
"Come on."
I took her arm and propelled her down the street. Jamie came out of the bar as we turned the corner. She watched us walk past without saying a word. Kennedy had to practically run to keep up with me.
I was done wasting time.
"Where are we going?"
"Bed."
"What? I told you I didn't want to go home Drew!"
Her voice was high and girlish. Shocked. I grinned. I was going to shock the hell out of her by dawn. Three times at least.
Probably four.
"My bed. She'll see you in the morning, Jamie."
Jamie just smiled and waved goodbye. I knew she'd been up to something. She looked very pleased with herself. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself too.
Kennedy stumbled in those high heels she was wearing. Her cousin had dressed her up for my benefit and it had worked. I'd broken my will to resist her. But I didn't care anymore. I just picked her up and kept walking without missing a beat. My girl wasn't used to wearing heels.
My girl. And she was. For as long as I wanted her.
She wasn't getting away from me twice.
I felt a smile creep up to my lips. I'd tell her not to dress up like this again. I didn't need every guy sniffing after her. It was bad enough as it was with her looking like one of those pure soap commercials.
That was one of the things I liked about her. Her beauty was all natural. I squeezed her, stealing a glance at her face. She was staring up at me in awe, looking like a sweet little sex kitten. Her chest was pushed up and out in that top, her creamy skin swelling above the low cut neckline.
Then again, this look did have its merits.
"Drew-"
"No talking."
I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to tell her how shattered I'd felt when she left. I didn't want to tell her I was still picking up the pieces.
I just wanted to take. What I wanted. What she ow
ed me.
I needed relief from this unrelenting lust. After a few months of lots and lots of sex I might be able to let go. Then it wouldn't matter if she was a liar or wanted to run out on me again.
But until then, her ass was mine.
Cockpit
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Jagger
I rubbed my cheek where she'd slapped it, admiring the way she looked in those tight jeans of hers as she stomped off. She was a redhead alright. Only a russet haired woman would slap a man after kissing the hell out of him.
And Jenny was one hell of a kisser.
I took my time coming back in. Not because I was worried she'd slap me again. I was just deep in thought.
Mostly thinking about gettin' deep in her.
I sat down and ordered a watered down pitcher of beer. I had a long night ahead of me. I had someone to walk home.
Jenny scowled at me while she took my order, and scowled when she watched the other bartender bring it back. She scowled when she brought me a basket of fries.
The woman basically scowled up and down the whole night.
I sat back and waited for her shift to end, enjoying the memory of the way her luscious body had melted against me. It was getting close to time when she asked me if I wanted anything else. I took my time, staring up and down her body.
"Oh yeah honey, I can think of a lot of things."
"I'm not a piece of meat, Jagger!"
"No, you're definitely not a piece of meat. But you do look tender."
Jenny threw my check at me and turned tail to see to her other tables. I made my last beer count, sipping it slow as molasses until I was the last guy in the place. She started getting ready to close up. She 'accidentally' mopped right over my boots.
I smiled and stood up, throwing a fifty-dollar tip on the table. Her eyes widened. She stared at me as I walked out of the bar.
'Course I was waiting out front for her when she came out fifteen minutes later.
She stared at me. I stared at her. Then she walked up to me and tossed that fifty-dollar bill in my face.
