Kitten rolls her eyes as she pats her protruding belly.
"Maybe if I wasn't pregnant every time you brought it up, I'd have a different answer," she turns to the teacher. "We have three boys, Eric being our oldest and I'm pregnant again, you do the math."
“Go play with the blocks,” I tell Robert before setting him on his feet.
“Oh, here we go,” Lauren mutters, crossing her arms over her tits.
Tits I’m going to motorboat so hard when this is over. Kids be damned.
Lifting my hips, I reach into my pocket and whip out my phone. Quickly I punch in my passcode and swipe through my photos, finding the perfect one. Dropping it on top of the teacher’s desk, I nudge it closer to her.
"Look at her, that was roughly seven months ago," I declare, calculating the date I planted another little pea inside my ferocious kitten. "She's hot as fuck and then wonders why she's pregnant all the time."
"Mr. Montgomery—"
"Call me Tiger," I say with a wink.
“Oh, you’re a tiger, alright,” Lauren says, twisting in her chair to face me. “All hail to the king of the jungle.”
“Actually, I think that would be a Lion but, I’m cool with you call me a king baby.”
“Mr. Montgomery and Miss—”
“Bianci.”
“Montgomery sounds better,” I point out.
Sighing, Lauren looks at me pleadingly.
“Can we not do this here?”
“I’ve got plans for you later,” I retort. Leaning forward, I take both her hands and shuffle my chair closer to her. “Why won’t you marry me?”
“Riggs.”
“I want to marry you,” she whispers. “Probably more than you want to marry me.”
The teacher clears her throat causing me to glare at her.
“Do you mind? We’re kind of having a moment here.”
“By all means, go ahead,” she replies. “But, maybe one of you would like to tell the little boy he can’t write on the smart board with crayons!”
“Anthony!” Lauren shouts, pulling her hands out of mine and springing to her feet.
“Eric, give me back my ten bucks,” I groan, hanging my head.
Grabbing Anthony’s hand, Lauren turns to the teacher.
“Maybe we can reschedule?”
“Yes, I think that would be best. Maybe after you marry Mr. Montgomery.”
My eyes flit to the teacher and I grin widely at her.
“You, my friend just made next year’s donation ten percent higher than this years.”
“Let’s go Riggs,” Lauren orders.
With another wink to the teacher of the year, I lift Robert into my arms and follow Kitten and our cubs out the door. My eyes drift to her ass and I wonder if the good teacher wouldn’t mind watching the boys for ten minutes so, I can take Kitten into the teachers lounge and fuck her from behind. Maybe, just maybe, while I’m buried balls deep inside her and she’s screaming my name, she’ll tell me why she hasn’t set a date.
Before I can turn around and make my way back to the classroom, Lauren stops in her tracks. Facing me, she closes the distance between us and releases Anthony’s hand. Her hands reach for my face and, she surprises me by placing her lips firmly over mine.
“You want to know what I’m waiting for?” she questions against my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl, nipping at her lower lip.
“Our daughter,” she whispers against my mouth.
My mouth pauses and, my eyes widen as her words register.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I ask, searching her eyes.
“I know you wanted to be surprised but, you keep asking me to marry you and I thought you should know the real reason.”
“It’s a girl?”
“Yes,” she whispers. Her lips curve as she slides her black framed glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Riggs?”
A daughter.
I’m going to have a daughter.
A little girl who if she looks anything like her mother will be a stunner.
“I need to go to the shooting range,” I blurt, focusing my attention back to Lauren. “And we need to move.”
“Riggs—”
“I saw on the news that Trump went to inspect the prototypes of the wall he wants to build. I need to see those things. Get one for around the house.”
“You want to build a wall?’
“You just told me we’re having a daughter, of course I want to build a wall. A great big wall,” I say, spreading my arms wide and doing my best Donald Trump impersonation. “Huge.”
“Tiger…”
“Kitten, we’re having a daughter,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Yeah, we are,” she says wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Oh my God, I can’t wait to tell my Instagram followers!”
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Lethal Temptations: Blackie & Lacey Petra
Chapter One
Blackie
Rounding the front of my truck, I reach the passenger door just as Lacey slams it shut. When we first got married, she rode on the back of my bike and opening the door for her was never a problem. Then she got pregnant and adding a sidecar to my Harley wasn’t an option. I bought her the safest crossover on the market and whenever we had someplace to go, I got behind the wheel. It took some time getting used to but, I sucked it up. Lacey, however, still hasn’t wrapped her head around me wanting to open the door for her and always beats me to the punch. It’s little things like that where our age difference comes into play and I have to remind myself I robbed the cradle.
Reaching for her hand, I follow her gaze and watch as our girls run toward Jack and Reina’s house. If someone would’ve told me fifteen years ago, I’d be married to Jack’s daughter and we’d have two little girls of our own, I would’ve laughed in their face. I would’ve reminded them I was nothing more than a junkie who didn’t deserve to live. A man with a longstanding love affair for poison, someone with an expiration date. But by some miracle of God, I got clean and though there have been times when I craved the temporary high, I’ve remained sober.
It took the girl with the sad eyes to show me there was more to life than empty syringes and a bottle of booze. She gave me another chance at life. The love she gives me and the life she’s made with me, heals me. It gives me the strength I need to battle my addictions and be the man my girls deserve.
“They’re getting so big,” Lacey says softly, causing me to glance down at her. There’s a sadness to her tone and I know the source of it.
She wants another child.
While she loves Dominique and Jacqueline to pieces, Lacey is itching to give me something I never asked for.
A son.
I suppose having a boy would be nice but, we’ve got two perfectly healthy daughters and that’s more than I could’ve ever hoped for.
One was a blessing.
Two was a gamble.
Being a manic depressive forced Lacey off her meds and made pregnancy brutal for her. You hear of women getting postpartum but what Lacey experienced after Dominque’s birth was worse.
It was downright crippling.
Lacey had barely had a chance to bond with the baby before she was admitted into the psych ward after suffering a nervous breakdown. Having my wife in the hospital while I cared for our newborn baby at home made some of my old temptations surface.
The lethal kind of temptations.
The kind that almost sent me off the wagon.
If it wasn’t for Jack and Reina, I’m not sure I would’ve survived. Reina stayed at the house with me and helped me take care of Dominique and Jack took me to my meetings. He got in touch with my sobriety coach and he and I took turns sitting with Lacey.
Even after she was discharged and he
r meds were regulated, we struggled. She felt lost around our daughter and part of her resented me for being able to bond with her while she was being treated.
It wasn’t until Dominque was six months old that my Lace finally came back to me and I vowed never to put our little family through that pain again. Then two years later, my wife started talking about babies again. She didn’t want Dominique to be an only child and she even tossed my own words back in my face, reminding me of a time when I told her I wanted to fill our house with babies. She begged and pleaded, explained that she wanted a second chance to enjoy pregnancy. She wanted to be able to bond with her child and be locked in a padded room after giving birth. Still, I stood my ground, knowing I couldn’t go through that again. I couldn’t lose Lacey to her maker.
It was every bit as selfish of me as it sounds and eventually she wore me down.
Jacqueline was born and this time, when our little girl was discharged, it was her mama who carried her into our home.
God was good to us.
Or so I thought.
Jacqueline was colic and never slept. Between both girls, Lacey ran herself ragged and at the time, I was tied up with the club and not much help to her. She stopped taking her pills and soon after she had another breakdown. It was the final nail in the coffin and after she recovered we decided our family was complete. Lacey got an IUD and still, I wrapped my shit tight.
Things got back on track for us and it wasn’t until Lacey’s brother, Daniel, started taking an interest in baseball and I volunteered to coach his team that Lacey let her desires to give me a son be known. I suppose she thought I offered my time to the league because something was lacking but, I did it for Daniel. I did it for Jack knowing he was slipping. His battle with mental illness was inching to the finish line every day and if he was well enough, he would’ve been on that field not me.
“Before you know it, they’ll be dating and we’ll—”
“Lace,” I growl, pulling her small body against mine. “Don’t go there.”
“It’s going to happen,” she teases, turning in my arms. Rising on her toes, she lifts her hands and runs her fingers through my long hair. “They’re going to fall in love and if we’re lucky they’ll find a man who cherishes them like their daddy cherishes me.”
My hands find her hips as my eyes drift over her shoulder to the front door. For a moment I watch as the girls greet Jack before looking back at Lacey.
“You caught onto that, yeah?”
“It’s hard not to,” she whispers, winding the ends of my hair around her fingers. “You’ve always made me feel like the most loved girl in the world.”
“Good, then I’ve lived up to the promises I made to myself,” I say before dipping my head and taking her mouth. The kiss starts slow until she parts her lips and invites me into heaven and just like the first time I tasted her, I’m hooked.
“Do you think they’ll notice if we go back to the car?” she asks in between kisses.
“You leave something behind?” I retort, tugging her lip between my teeth. Sliding my hands down her back, I squeeze her ass and press her into me. My cock painfully strains against my jeans and I rock against her. A moan escapes her throat as she pulls at my hair.
“Damn, girl,” I growl. “You got me all riled up.”
“Just the way I like you,” she pants, peppering my jaw with kisses. “Ask me how I want it, Blackie,” she demands, trailing her mouth down my neck.
“Oh, girl, I know how you want it,” I tell her as I start walking backwards to the truck. “My woman likes pleasure and pain.”
Lucky for her, I’m an expert at delivering both.
Lethal Temptations: Blackie & Lacey Petra
Chapter Two
Lacey
Climbing onto Blackie’s lap, our eyes lock as I push his leather vest off his shoulders. Before I can reach for his thermal, he leans forward and pulls the front of my shirt down with one hand, revealing my bra. In one swift move, he lifts one breast from its cup and then the other.
“So fucking beautiful,” he growls, squeezing my tits. His thumbs gently caress my nipples until they harden into sharp peaks and he pinches them.
Pain.
Exquisite pain that shoots straight down to my core. Desire pools between my legs and I rub myself against his erection as he dips his head and sucks my puckered nipple into his mouth. My fingers thread through his hair and a smile spreads across my lips. Fifteen years later and though there is some gray sprinkled throughout, I’m still as infatuated with his long locks as I was when I was just a girl crushing on the vice president of her dad’s motorcycle club.
Pulling away, he releases my nipple with a pop and reaches for my face. Dragging my mouth to his, he slides his tongue between my lips as I unravel my fingers from his hair. My hands slide down his front and find the button to his jeans. Making quick work of it, I drag the zipper down next and pull his raging cock from his boxer briefs. My fist closes around his shaft and I groan into his mouth as my thumb grazes the crown, swiping away at the precum covering it.
He raises my hips, forcing me on my knees and peels away my pants. Kicking them off the rest of the way, I maneuver myself back onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.
“How hard you want it?” he pants, shoving a finger under the lace covering my pussy.
“As hard as you can give it,” I hiss as he drags his fingers between my swollen lips.
“Damn, girl,” he growls, pulling his fingers out. Lifting them between us, I can’t help but notice how wet they are. Before I can point it out, he brings the glistening digits to my tits and paints my nipples with my come. Bending his head, he sucks one nipple into his mouth and I lose my patience. The need consumes me and I position myself over his cock. Without warning, I slide onto him, taking him deep with one move. My body stretches until I’m fully seated on him and his balls rest between us.
“You think you’re in charge?” he questions, lifting my hips.
“Stop complaining,” I order as I push down again. “Fuck me, Blackie. Fuck me like it’s forbidden. Like we’re two lost souls sneaking around. Hard and fast like our first time. You remember our first time, don’t you?”
A curse escapes his lips as he threads his fingers through my hair and pistons his hips. Pulling at my locks, he lifts off the seat and fucks me thoroughly. His thick shaft sliding in and out of my wet pussy.
“Fucked me in your room at the clubhouse,” I pant. “On your desk.”
“Took your virginity,” he grunts, as I clench around him.
“Made me yours right then and there.”
“You were mine before that, girl,” he says against my mouth. “You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you. I just didn’t know it.”
“Do you know it now?”
“Come for me,” he demands.
“Do you know it now?” I repeat, bouncing up and down on his cock. “Do you know I was born to be yours.”
“With every fiber of my being,” he hisses. “Now. Fucking. Come.”
“Say please.”
“Lace…”
“Blackie.”
“Girl—”
That’s all I needed to hear…
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“BLACKOUT”
The Final Ride for Leather & Lace
Holiday Shenanigans
Bringing the phone away from my face, I stare at Lauren and raise a single eyebrow.
"Come on, Kitten, pose for me," I encourage as she rolls her eyes at me.
"After the third kid is it really necessary to make an announcement?"
"Of course it is," I retort, dismissing the ludicrous comment. "My followers are waiting for this," I add for extra emphasis.
"Your followers?"
"Yeah, some people got hoes in different area codes, I got fans in different zip codes. All over the world, people are following me on social media."
"You mean Facebook?"
"Babe, I'm bigger than Facebook. I'm neck
and neck with Bruce Jenner when it comes to Instagram followers—"
"You mean Caitlyn Jenner."
Who?
What?
No.
Scratching my head, I stare at her perplexed.
"Who’s that?"
"There is no Bruce Jenner, he's now Caitlyn. Riggs, he became transgender years ago," she explains, seemingly concerned over my lack of knowledge when it comes to celebs. I'm about to argue with her, and tell her my Twitter stats when it dawns on me--all this time I thought I was comparing followers with an Olympic medalists who is probably a fake. An imposter! Will the real Bruce Jenner please stand up?!
"Daddy! Can we go now!?" my youngest son asks, tugging my leg and interrupting my epiphany. Staring down at him, I can't help but smirk. Dressed as a classic gangster, complete with a fake cigar and fedora on his head, he takes after his uncle.
"Just a second, Anthony. As soon as I get a picture of your mother we'll go trick or treating."
He turns his head and looks curiously at Lauren.
"Why is daddy taking your picture you don't even have a costume on?"
"Because he's crazy," my oldest, Eric, answers.
"Watch it, kid, or I won't let you egg the neighborhood tonight."
"What!?" Lauren shrieks. "You told him he could vandalize people's property with eggs?!"
"Not people we like," I defend. "I gave him a short list of assholes. Like, the dickhead who lets his poodle piss on our lawn, he's getting creamed. Now, say cheese, I still have to finish applying the fake blood to Robert's face."
The odds of Kitten giving me a smile are pretty slim considering she's pissed so I snap the picture, focusing on her bump and the cute little skeleton baby on the front of her shirt. I crop out the middle finger she throws up and get to work on posting my Halloween/we're expecting another kid post. While the fake Bruce Jenner may have gotten one over on me, I'm no stranger to the social media game. I know hashtags are important when trying to make something go viral. It's like your calling card! With that in mind, my fingers go to work...
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