Moving one hand to tangle in her silky hair, I press my lips to hers again to taste her sweet kiss. Cinnamon and honey are what she tastes like. Her hair smells like cotton candy from using the kid’s shampoo she bought for Trace.
Her body fits mine like a glove and I never want to feel another’s beneath mine again. She is all I want, all I need.
Warmth fills me as I move in and out of her. Her hands move to place them on my cheeks as she holds me to her. Kissing me back. Holding me in a way that tells me she is mine and I am hers.
Small squeezes begin inside her. Not dramatic hard pulsing, just easy little, gentle squeezes. Inside me blossoms with the adoration I have for this woman.
This perfectly, imperfect creature who I share this life with.
My love for her spills out of me and into her in a gentle wave as we kiss. I reluctantly release her mouth and we take in deep breaths. I look into her sweet eyes. “I love you, Steele. More than you will ever even understand.”
Her soft hands cradle my face. “Arsen, I love you. The love I have for you runs so deep and so true there are no doubts in my mind when it comes to you.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “I’ll let Max know I won’t be buying his chopper.”
Her hands flow over my back as she says, “No, don’t do that. You’ve never taken me for a ride yet. I’m basing everything on fear. I’m sure you’re as excellent at driving that thing as you are at everything else you do. Tell him you want it.”
“Really?” I ask as a smile spreads over my entire face and my heart speeds up.
I kiss her on the tip of her adorable nose. She giggles. “That got your heart pumping!”
Pecking little kisses all over her precious face I say, “Thank you.” After each kiss.
STEELE
Eight months have passed and Arsen did manage to knock me up again. Another boy is heading our way, and it seems he plans on making his debut earlier than expected.
With our other kids safe with Kip and Peyton, Arsen is speeding towards the hospital. “You okay over there, Momma?”
“The contractions are getting much stronger. I’m pretty sure little Brody is about to enter the world. Just hope we make it to the hospital and you don’t have to deliver this baby in the back of the suburban.” I look over my shoulder and see some toys on the back seat.
His laugh comes out nervous. “Please hold on, Baby.”
“I’m really trying. I promise I am.”
The pain is ramping up and I have a bad feeling. The other two deliveries were nothing like this. Then warm liquid gushes out of me.
“Fuck!”
Arsen’s head snaps as he looks at me. “That did not sound good!”
“My water broke. What a mess!” Tears just start pouring out of me. “The car’s ruined. I’m probably going to mess it up even more by having our baby in it. Arsen, I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t have to cry. It will clean up or I’ll get us a new one, Baby. Don’t cry.” He rakes his knuckles across my cheek.
“But it’s not going the way we planned at all.”
“Nothing ever does, Baby.” He laughs and takes my hand just as another contraction hits and this one hurts like hell.
I squeeze his hand as it makes me scream. Arsen shouts, “Breathe, Baby!”
It ends and I take in a breath. “Arsen, hurry!”
“Hang on, please hang on!”
He puts his emergency flashers on and speeds up. Moving in and out of traffic as fast as possible. But I don’t think it’ll be fast enough as another contraction hits me hard.
I remember to do the breathing and get through it but feel more fluid pushing out of me. The next one hits only seconds after that last one. I turn to look at him as the sun’s last rays leave the sky. “Pull over.”
“No! No, no, no!” Arsen’s hands grip the wheel. “Shit!”
He hits the ‘On’ star button. A friendly woman’s voice asks, “Hello, Mr. Sloan. How can I help you this evening?”
“My wife is having a baby and I’m on the 101. Is there a hospital anywhere near my location?”
“The nearest hospital is thirteen point seven miles away. With the traffic in your area, your ETA is twenty minutes,” she says.
He looks at me and I shake my head as another contraction hits me. Through gritted teeth I say, “I don’t have that long.”
The nice lady tells us, “Take the next exit. There is a convenient store where you can pull into the parking lot. I will alert 911 of the emergency and your location. I’m connecting you to emergency services to talk you through the delivery, Mr. Sloan. Good luck, Mrs. Sloan. And congratulations to you both.”
“Thank you,” we both say.
Another pain hits me as he takes the exit and I notice his knuckles are white as they grip the steering wheel.
“It’ll be okay,” I tell him. “At least, you’ve seen this done twice before.”
“I never really paid attention to what the hell was going on down there. I was always so focused on you and keeping you calm. Shit! Why didn’t I ever pay attention to all that? Crap! Fuck me, Baby. I’m so fucking nervous!”
“Arsen. You have to get a grip! I need you to be that in control man you’re so good at being. Find that guy, quick.”
I watch him swallow hard and he pulls into the parking lot and pulls to the side of the store. I can hear sirens but they’re far away. He gets out and opens the back door.
Arsen tosses the toys off the back seat and then opens my door and picks me up and places me in the back seat. He pulls out a blanket from the far back. One we used when we went on a picnic last week.
He drapes it over me as he moves my legs to bend my knees. Then he pulls me forward until my ass is at the edge of the seat. Out of the glove box, he pulls out a pocket knife and cuts my panties off at each side.
“Glad you wore a dress, Baby,” he says. “And our son has a head full of dark hair.”
“How do you know he’ll have hair? Brady was born bald as they come.”
“Because I’m looking at the top of his little head.” He looks up at me and smiles. All calm, all cool, all in control.
That’s my man!
The sirens are getting closer and a voice comes over the car speakers.
“Hello, Mr. Sloan?”
“I’m here,” he answers,
“How’s it going? I’m Donny, the EMT headed your way. How’s our mommy doing?”
“I’ve been better,” I say then groan with another contraction.
“I have the top of the baby’s head in view, Donnie,” Arsen says.
“Well then, do you have anything to catch this kid with?”
Arsen pulls a baby blanket out of the bag I packed a few days ago when I started getting things together for my trip to the hospital I hadn’t planned on taking for another month.
“How about a baby blanket?” he asks.
“It’ll help. Babies can be pretty slick and hard to hold onto. So use it to ease the baby out with the next few contractions. Do not pull on it. Are we on time or early or late or what?”
Arsen answers as I get ready to push with the next contraction. “We are a month early and it’s a boy we’re having.”
“A month, huh? Be advised we will be taking the baby and Mommy with us as soon as we get there so the child can be taken care of ASAP. Okay, Daddy?”
“Got it.” Arsen looks at me. “I’ll be right behind you, Baby. Don’t worry.”
I nod and say, “Get ready, Arsen. I think this is it!”
He looks at me and says, “I love you, Steele. Get ready to see Brody.”
I scream out with the contraction. “I love you, Arsen!”
It seems like an eternity then I hear the little cries of Brody and look to find Arsen with tears flowing down his cheeks as he looks at the red, little, wrinkly thing in his hands.
“Hi, Son. How are you doing this fine evening?” He sniffles and holds him up. “Look who’s here, Momma.”
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br /> I smile and lie back and take a deep breath as I hear the sirens pull in and stop next to us.
Thank you, God!
ARSEN
“And that’s how Daddy was the first person to ever get to hold you, Brody.” I rock my son in the nursery we made just off our bedroom.
Brody and Steele were able to come home after just a few days at the hospital and the little guy has grown to a decent ten pounds in the last couple of months since his birth in the parking lot of ‘Habeeb’s Fine Merchandise, Beer, and Cigarettes.’
Brady has told us he’s kind of jealous of his baby brother because he was on the news the night he was born. Seems the kid was born to be in the spotlight.
The sound of footsteps come into our bedroom and I look up to see Steele making her way towards us. “Did you get him to sleep?”
I nod. “He likes to hear his story. He falls right to sleep every time.”
“Glad he does for you. Man, that colic he has, drives me crazy. Thanks for taking him. I was at my wits end.” She runs her hand over my shoulder as she walks behind me and readies his crib.
“I’m glad he needs me like he does.” I get up and take him to lie him down. “He makes me feel special.”
After I place him gently in the crib and cover him up I turn to find Steele with her arms wide open. I grab them and pull her to me and hug her with a little swaying motion.
“I think you’re special too, Mr. Sloan.”
I kiss the top of her head and inhale the sweet smell of watermelon. “New shampoo, Honey?”
“Yes, Trace and I like it. Don’t you?” She looks up at me with a grin.
“All those expensive hair products I buy you and you use the kid’s shampoo.” I shake my head at her.
“Trace likes our hair to smell the same way. What can I say?”
I put my arm around her and we leave the room and go to our bedroom. “I say, you’re a sweet mommy to do that for your daughter.”
“Trace and Brady want you to give them good-night kisses, but I already read them a book and told them you were taking the Brody shift this time. I’ll be waiting for you in our bed and just a little reminder. The doc approved sexual activities for me today.” She winks at me. “If you feel like it. I get it if you don’t.”
I pull her close to me and kiss her lips softly. “You get it, if I don’t?”
She nods. “Yeah. That was pretty gross what you had to see when you delivered the baby. My doctor said sometimes it takes dads a little while to put what they saw out of their minds. I understand. I won’t hold it against you, Arsen.”
“Baby, there is not a thing in the world that would make me think you unattractive. That was a scary but beautiful experience. If anything, it made me respect you even more. Your body had to morph to bring our children into this world. It makes me love you even more to know the torture you would go through to give me children.” I kiss her again.
Steele’s hands run over my cheeks. “You are too good, Arsen. Almost too good to be true, I think sometimes.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not. And if I am then it’s because you helped me to become that man. I am who I am because of you being a part of my life. I shudder to think what I’d be if I told Paul to take me home that night instead of stalking you.”
“I shudder to think about all I would’ve missed out on if I hadn’t gone completely against my nature and got in the back seat of your car, Arsen. Then I let you take me like you owned me. Just not me at all,” she says as she shakes her head. “Do you ever wonder what had us acting so different?”
“I try not to wonder about it, because what is the use, anyway?” I pull her in tight to me. “But I have now and again. I was no stalker, and you were anything but my type. But there was such a strong pull when I saw you. Like magic.”
She nods in agreement. “Like magic, Arsen.”
Her arms tighten around me. “I hope each of our children find a love like we have. I hope it doesn’t have to start with such a hard time. Man that would be hard to take.”
“That’s why I’m glad your parents didn’t know a thing about us until the day before our wedding. I bet your dad would’ve stomped my ass. As he would say.” I laugh a little, but I know it’s true.
That man is tough as hell and fiercely protective over his family. I’m lucky my shit was straight by the time I met him.
“You’re going to be just like him, you know,” she says. “Maybe that’s why we clicked so quickly. I’ve always been a bit overprotected my whole life. You came in and it felt kind of normal in an abnormal way.”
We laugh and hug and then I kiss her once more before I go kiss my other children good night.
I never thought there would be a woman who would come into my life one day and make it all alright. Not even my mother made it alright. Steele is my angel and I’ll always treat her like one.
For forever and a day…
And they all lived happily ever after
THE END
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HOT NIGHTS IN STURGIS
By Michelle Love
Intrigue. Lust. Passion.
Blaze is a member of a motorcycle gang on their way to Sturgis, South Dakota for the huge biker rally held there every year. He’s single and wants to keep it that way, but plans on taking as many females as he can to his bed while in the rowdy town.
Angel is working in her uncle’s motorcycle repair shop and when Blaze comes in with a little trouble with his new ride, she finds him as interesting as he finds her.
Blaze is stricken with her knowledge of bikes and her beauty as well as her feisty attitude.
But when he asks her out, a thing he never does, she refuses.
It only serves to send Blaze into alpha-mode and he shows up at her home and makes her dinner then she takes him to her bedroom.
Both know they have stumbled onto something neither saw coming.
But can Angel get past her fear of abandonment and let Blaze have a place in her heart? And can Blaze get past his idea of being single forever and let Angel into his heart? As both want to be the master of the situation, can they give into the other without losing
The Billionaire Bad Boy Meets His Angel – H N S Part 1
By Michelle Love
BLAZE
Vibrations filled the air as the fifteen of us made the last leg of our journey to the motorcycle Mecca of the world; Sturgis, South Dakota.
After our gang met up at the Ohio headquarters of The Brothers of the Scarlet Dragon, the motorcycle club I belong to, we headed out for the three-day trip to the rally which beats all motorcycle rallies.
This is the third year that I’ve made this trip. I have to fool my entire family each year to be able to do this.
I’m a business lawyer. That means I push papers for the law firm that my grandfather started way back before even my father was born. Thanks to that man, we all are stinking rich.
That alone was good enough reason for me to be able to flake off my entire life. But one of the stipulations of being able to receive one’s trust fund is that you have to show my grandfather your college degree.
Oh, and it must pertain to the law in some fashion!
So I had to keep my grades up in school. I had to be able to get into Harvard and that is where I stayed until I successfully completed my Master’s Degree in Business Law.
A thing that I hate with every fiber of my being!
I’m the youngest in my family. My father’s an only child. So the billions upon billions of dollars my grandfather has managed to make with my father’s help and now my oldest brother’s help too, keeps us in our fancy mansions, cars and motorcycles, in my case.
After six years of college, I was placed in the family firm. That’s where I’ve been the last six years and I’m going completely stir crazy in the New York office.
Only a mere thirty now, I
’m ready to sow a few wild oats. My family has kept my ass so damn busy, I’ve had little to no time for extracurricular activities, like chasing ass.
Those snooty East Coast bitches just don’t do it for me anymore. Especially the ones that my family approves of.
That’s another reason I hate my life revolving around the law firm. One must always keep the family name of Worthington in good standing.
My name is Benjamin Franklin Worthington of the Manhattan Worthington's. That’s how I am introduced at all functions and do you think anyone is ever allowed to call me anything other than by my full first name?
No!
I am to be called Benjamin at all times, according to my stuffy grandfather, who insisted on naming my brother, and me. He got saddled with Theodore Roosevelt.
Poor man.
But my older brother is different than I am. He actually likes to be stuffy just like our father and grandfather. Mom’s okay, but when Father is around, she has to act a certain way or he belittles her.
I really hate it when he does that. Thankfully, Mom has her act down pat. I can only call her Mom when no one else is around. Other than that, I must call her Mother.
Even the tiniest infraction of civilized rules and etiquette is dealt with hastily. And the ever present threat of being cut off without a dime is always in the air when anyone is even thinking about doing something my grandfather deems inappropriate.
So, as far as he knows, I’m on a learning mission to better understand the legal conditions under which motorcycle manufacturers can get by with violating the safety standards that other motor vehicles have to follow.
I came up with that whole idea all by myself!
I had to purchase a very impressive piece of machinery to make this learning mission I am on. Each year, I get a brand new bike to test. Of course, he makes me sell it afterward, but for the month of August, I get to be a free man with a badass motorcycle under my ass.
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