The Baby Bump_Black Knights MC

by Sophia Gray

  I glance toward the floor and draw in a hard swallow. “He’s dead, isn’t he?”

  She starts to sob, and I can’t hear what she’s trying to say to me over the phone. This goes on for several minutes until she finally says something that I can understand: “He’s dead, honey. He’s gone. They killed him.”

  “I know, Mom.” My voice is very soft, and I grip Andre’s hand. “I saw what happened.”

  “I need you to come home, Kristel. Please. Come home.”

  “I can’t.” The words come before I have a chance to think about them. “I’m sorry, Mom, I can’t come home.”

  “You’re with him. Aren’t you? You’re with that murderer! How fucking dare you choose him over your own family!”

  I gasp in shock as my mother swears. Never in my life have I heard her speak a word of profanity. It ignites a burst of anger within me, and I grip the phone hard. “I am with my family now! All you and Dad ever did was stifle me and hold me back!”

  Without another word, I end the call. My body trembles, and I stare down at the phone as though it’s going to jump up and hurt me.

  “I seriously can’t believe that just happened.” I look at him. “What did I just do?”

  “You picked your family.”

  My eyes lower to the phone before they slowly look back at him. I feel sick on the inside, but a weight has lifted off my shoulders. For months, I have felt pulled in so many directions that I thought I would be torn apart, but now everything is so clear. I know what I have to do.

  “Yes.” The word is barely there, a whisper from my lips.

  “Yes?”

  “Yes. I’ll marry you, Andre.”

  “You’ll…” He drifts off and stares at me. “You will?”

  “I will.” The tears still fresh in my eyes, stinging, I press my mouth to his. When he slides his mouth across mine, a few of those tears slide down my face even though I want to will them away. I feel as though the only thing I’ve been doing these last few days is crying, and it makes me feel like a weakling. It makes me feel ashamed that I can’t control my emotions.

  Andre seems to sense something is wrong because he draws back and uses his thumb to gently wipe away my tears. “What is it?”

  With a hard swallow, I just shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. All I want to do, right now, is kiss you. I choose you, Andre. Only you. Everyone else can go fuck themselves.” My own words send a shiver down my spine, and I kiss him deeply, heavily. His lips feel confident and warm, and my arms slide around the back of his neck and hang on. My eyes close, squeezing shut to stop the tears. My emotions tug me in every direction simultaneously, and it’s all I can do to sort them out. Fingernails dig into the back of his neck and scalp, the events of the day repeating themselves over and over in my mind. It’s like a nightmare and a dream come true at the same time. I’m trapped in the middle of all of it, and so I have turned to the safest person in my world: Andre.

  He doesn’t push me away, and when he kisses me back, it’s with a deep and heavy passion. His hands are quick to strip me of my clothing, and, before I know it, there is nothing but air between us. I still have no idea how he can remove our clothes so quickly, but there is no time to dwell on it.

  With a low grunt, he stands up and brings me with him. I hop up and wrap my thighs around his hips while my arms close around his shoulders. My fingers are still in his hair, and I moan as our tongues tangle together. It feels as though it has been so long since our bodies touched like this. My nerves vibrate and flutter beneath my skin, and I can barely remember how to breathe. I don’t realize we’re moving until I feel my back against the wall, and a whimper rises from my throat. A second one follows, and then a third as my hips rock against his body. His fingers slide against my hot sex, and I grip his face as I kiss him with even more ferocity. My jaw relaxes and my lips part more, and the sensation of his tongue against my gums and my teeth has me glad I’m not still on my feet. Every joint in my body feels like rubber, and my muscles are weak. The only thing that prevents me from collapsing to the floor is him.

  His fingers slide in deeper, and one of them strokes across my clit. Once he locates that tender bundle of nerves, he continues to pet it and rub it. Vibrations of heat rush through my body and make my toes curl. Our kiss slows down, and I can feel every part of his sticky, hot body against mine.

  But, oh, those fingers. As they dance and slide against me, my mind turns to mush. My hands go from around his neck to his shoulders before they glide across his chest. I pinch at his nipples to make him gasp, and a smile comes to my mouth. My lips caress across his skin to the lobe of an ear, and I suck on it hard and slow. His skin shivers under my touch, and my nails rake down his sides and then back up again. I bite down on that ear lobe and slide my tongue across it before I lick and kiss along the outer shell. He moans low in his throat, almost a growl, and slides fingers deeper into my folds. I grind my hips against him and press our nipples together. Hard like pebbles, they scrape against each other and send an electric zing through my system.

  “I love you,” I breathe across his ear. “Fuck, I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” He sounds as breathless as me, and I hear it as one of his hands pumps his cock.

  My arousal heightens, and all I want right now is my mouth around his length. I wiggle my way out of his grip and drop down to my knees. With my back still against the wall and his body towering over me, I feel both small and powerful at the same time. He may be bigger than I am, but when he stares down at me with lust in his eyes, I know that I have all of his attention. There is no one else in this world he wants more than me right now. My mouth curves into a slow grin, and I slide my mouth over the head of his cock. I don’t even care how it tastes. The only thing that matters is his response.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Andre

  I can’t believe what Kristel’s mouth is doing. My hands slide into her hair and grip firmly, and the sweet sensation of her mouth sliding over my length makes me gasp. I look down at her and watch as her head begins to bob, and, for once, I wish I’m the one against the wall and not her. One of my hands lifts to brace against the wall in front of me, and I rest my forehead against it, too. My hips rock in time to her movements, but she isn’t rhythmic by any means. I know she’s teasing me and trying to keep me guessing. Already, it’s driving me insane.

  “Kristel,” I gasp, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Pick a pace. You're driving me fucking crazy.”

  Her eyes shift upward to gaze at me, and I see mirth there, as well as a mirror to my own lust. The woman I am going to marry is on her knees in front of me with her mouth wrapped around my cock. I feel like I’m in some kind of movie that ends happily ever after. She’s taken so many emotional turns already that my head is still spinning, but I wonder if I would feel the same in her situation. To see a parent’s death, and then to come back with the man responsible is not something I could ever forgive. Kristel, though, is different. She’s a lot tougher than me despite that blonde hair and those big blue eyes.

  I look into those eyes just as she drops them and takes even more of my cock into her mouth. It doesn’t matter to me whether she will be able to take it all down. Right now, I feel as though my entire body is on fire with pleasure. “Don’t you dare stop… don’t you… dare…”

  Almost as predicted, she draws her mouth from me and slides her nails across the underside of my balls. I suck in a sharp gasp and press my other hand against the wall, too. My hips twitch toward her as my cock throbs. My sack feels full and heavy, and if I’m not careful I’ll go over the edge even before I get to slide into her hot depths.

  Her hands slide up and down my inner thighs, and I bite down on my bottom lip as she sucks gently on my balls. She licks them and kisses them, and each breath makes me want to pick her up and slam her back against the wall so that I can ravage her into oblivion. Sweat prickles across my skin, and some of it even dribbles down my neck and my chest. My cock feels
hot and even my ass is too warm. Veins in my arms strain beneath the skin, and my mind struggles to focus. Kristel has me wrapped in a fog, and the events of the day make me want to stay and run at the same time.

  I’m going to be a father. And I’m going to have a wife. My brow furrows as these two facts appear in my mind, and even as Kristel slides her tongue up a vein on my member, I feel stunned, like I can’t move. I almost sink down next to her, but she grips my thighs and shakes her head.

  “No, big boy. I’m not done with you yet.”

  Her assertive nature, the way that it seems to come and go with her confidence, makes me chuckle. It’s one of the reasons why I was drawn to her at the Black Knights Club so many months ago. “And if I decide I don’t want to listen to you?”

  “I’ll stop, and you’ll have to take care of your own problem.” As she says ‘problem,’ she wraps her mouth around me again and takes me down to about the halfway point. From there, as I suck in a sharp breath, she bobs her head up and down. She sucks hard on the way up and moans on the way down so that there is a constant vibration of sensation that I never want to escape from. My short nails dig into the wall in front of me, and I rock my hips in time with her mouth to try and get a solid pace going. She continues to tease me, though, until I bare my teeth and growl. I drop down to my knees in front of her, and she lets me go with a breathless laugh.

  “Get on,” I tell her hoarsely. “I need to be inside you, right now.”

  I don’t give her the chance to say a word as I take her face and kiss her. She purrs under her breath and slides into my lap. Her nails rake down my back again, and I shiver with the sting that comes afterward. Her teeth bite down on my neck while one of her hands strokes my cock between us. Her other hand squeezes my balls and rolls them between her fingers in a way that has me struggling for air.

  When she lifts herself, her knees brace on the floor, her thighs wrapped around my own, I lean forward and slide my mouth around one of her breasts. My tongue swirls around her nipple to make her gasp and tighten her thighs around me. I target her clit again with my fingers even as she guides me to her entrance and sinks herself down. Feminine walls, warm and slick with her juices, make me shudder. It’s a miracle I don’t explode within her right then and there.

  “Fuck… Kristel…”

  “Yes,” she whispers back to me. “Fuck me, Andre.” She holds my head against her chest as she rises and falls on my cock.

  Each time she moves, it sends sparks of ecstasy into every nerve ending that I have. I suck furiously on her nipple and work her clit with just as much ferocity. Within minutes I send her over the edge, and she screams above me, her head thrown back. I keep rubbing that special spot and wrap my mouth around her neck. My teeth create welts and my tongue swirls over them as soon as they’re made. I kiss and lick and bite all the way down to the hollow of her throat. When I reach the little hollow, I lap my tongue inside of it before I nibble my way across her collarbone and to her shoulder. She calls my name with each breath as a second orgasm starts to build within her. I can feel it in the way she moves, her hips coming down harder as her walls clamp with more force around my cock.

  My hands move to grip both of her ass cheeks, massaging them and pulling them apart so that she can sink her muscular walls even further around me. Her hips begin to rotate in a circular rhythm, and each time she comes down, it jars my body and takes away my breath. I help her rise up higher so she can slam down with even more force, and I call out her name so loud that it reverberates through the room. There is no time to think about anything now except for her.

  The sound of our bodies as they meet has me rocking and bucking my hips up to meet her, and with a breathless gasp, I take her mouth and kiss her hungrily. Our tongues massage and slide together, and I feel her breasts as they jiggle against my chest. I crush her tighter to my body and push my face between her breasts and suck on every part of them I can get to. Her cries ring through the room, and they come faster and faster, picking up speed until another orgasm rolls through her. As it does, and as her sex clamps and massages and clenches around my cock, I explode into her in a heavy, creamy rush. My mouth captures hers, and our tongues tangle. She challenges me for dominance. I take on the challenge and grip her hair to hold her face still. Soon she’s giving into me, and I press her back hard against the wall as my seed rushes into her in heavy spurts.

  “Oh God…” She grinds her teeth and bites my bottom lip, and she gradually slows down until she stops. Our breath is the only sound in the room for many minutes, and I slide my fingers through her hair, a smile on my face.

  “You are… fucking amazing, Kristel.” I kiss her mouth over and over again as my hands slide up and down her sides. Her body is hot, sweaty, and sticky and I love how it feels. The smell of sex permeates throughout the whole room.

  “You, too…” She nuzzles my jaw and licks at my ear. Her body gently rocks and grinds against my own.

  “Are you feeling better?”

  “No.” Her head shakes, and she lets out a laugh that holds no humor in it. “No, I don’t feel better. My father is still dead, my mother is probably going to disown me, and my fiancé is a criminal. But I’m getting married. And I’m going to have that criminal’s baby.” Her lips shift into a wide smile. “So Iwill be okay, soon.”

  I smile back at her and kiss her forehead. “What can I do? Tell me what I can do to… fix all of this.”

  Her brow furrows, and she almost looks concerned. One of her hands strokes my face, and she shakes her head. “Andre… I almost don’t want to ask what happened to make you so fucking nice, but I’m not about to complain. Because the bad boy biker I met at the bar never would have asked me that.”

  My nostrils flare, and I let out a low snort. Shoulders roll back in a shrug. “I love you, Kristel. And you’re family. And when your family is in trouble, you figure out what the problem is… and you fucking fix it.”

  “There he is…” She smiles again and rests her forehead against mine. “Just promise me one thing.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Don’t you ever get caught again. I mean that, I’ll kill you if you do. Even if you’re already dead.”

  A chuckle rumbles through me. “Deal. No more getting caught. But they will be coming for us soon, so we can’t hang around her for too long… as much as I’d love round two. So that means…”

  “I have to get up.” She groans and kisses me once last time before she stands.

  Her hands slide back through her hair, and as I look up at her body, I think about what the hell I’m going to do for the wedding. I don’t even own a suit.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Kristel

  Two Months Later

  The Black Knights Club is almost empty. All tables and chairs have been moved up against the walls with enough room for people to sit around the tables. At the far end is the bar, which is loaded with alcoholic drinks of all kinds. Decorations are scarce, but there are white globes that hang from the ceiling, all of which offer light to the place. The tables have simple white table cloths, and the chairs are of average cost. Everything from the wooden floors to the ceilings have been cleaned, and there is almost a glow to the place even without the special lightning. It isn’t extravagant and there is nothing truly remarkable about any of it except for one thing:

  I, Kristel Bryce, am marrying Andre Zelnick today.

  “You can do this,” I whisper to myself. “You can do this. Come on, Kristel…”

  “Are you psyching yourself up?”

  I jump and stand up, my body turning to face the owner of the voice. When I see Danielle, I laugh and open my arms to her. “You came!”

  “Of course I came, are you kidding me? Who else is crazy enough to hang out with a bunch of bikers?” She hugs her tight, then steps back and gestures at me with both hands. “Kristel!”

  “What?” I look around before I look at her again.

  “You look… amazing! That dress. That body. That ba
by bump!”

  I’ve never seen Danielle so excited about something before, and I can’t help but laugh. I suppose being with your best friend at her wedding is cause for excitement. “I know, but you’re creeping me out right now. You and Andre both. You’re being… insane… and he’s just… been nice over the last few months. It’s so weird.”

  “We bothlove you, that’s why! Sometimes you’re so clueless.” She grins and playfully flicks the tip of my nose with a finger. After a moment, though, her grin fades away. “Is it true, though? About Will?”

  My stomach, just for a moment, lurches, and I place a hand over it. My belly is gently swollen, and even though my dress has been flawlessly designed to hide it, I’m still very self-conscious. “Yes. It’s true. I wish it wasn’t, but it is. How did you find out?”

  “Grant made some mention of it a few weeks ago. Remember the wedding rehearsal? I overheard him talking to Debbie about it. She was really going off about it. And then…" Danielle draws in a sharp gasp and touches my arm. “Oh shit, Kristel, I’m sorry! I wasn’t even thinking. I should learn when to shut my mouth, shit!”