by Joanna Blake
"I'll get it today."
Chapter 31
Sally
The sun was shining. It was impossible not to smile as she rode being Donnie on the way back from town.
Sally followed Donnie into the other house, the one he lived in. She looked around curiously. It was just as well kept but a bit messier, and definitely lacked a woman's touch.
"Do you want me to make some eggs?"
He'd convinced her to throw out her coffee and get on the bike with him but she was hungry. Plus, she wanted to do something nice for him.
"Not now. I want to show you something."
He locked the front door and pulled something out of his pocket.
Handcuffs.
"That's not funny, Donnie."
"I'm not joking."
"But- I have to work later!"
"Not today.
"But Mae-"
"I called her already."
She started backing away from him. Right into the stairwell. She took a step up, trying to reason with him. He did not look like he was in the mood to be reasonable.
"I'm working tomorrow too, Donnie."
"I'll let you out for your shift."
He grinned and walked toward her. She took another step up the stairs.
"But then I'm locking you back up again."
She took another step. And another.
"That's real good, sweetheart. You're heading in the right direction."
He wouldn't really lock her up, would he? She stared into his eyes. His beautiful blue, sparkling, determined eyes.
Oh dear. He would.
She turned tail and ran up the steps. He was behind her, lifting her up off her feet and into his arms. He grinned down at her as he carried her to his bedroom. He stripped her clothes off of her methodically and grinned at the outraged expression on her face. Then he slapped the cuff on her wrist and pushed her onto the bed.
Sally stared up at him in awe as he attached the other side of the cuffs to the bed frame. He did it. He actually chained her to the bed!
"You're never going to get away from me now, woman."
He was staring down at her triumphantly. But there was something else in his face. Relief.
She realized he'd been afraid of losing her. Her heart swelled at the earnest look on his face. He was half joking of course. He wasn't really going to keep her locked up. Well, maybe for a little while.
She watched him undress that gorgeous body and smiled at him when he joined her on the bed.
"You can lock me up if you want to, Donnie. I don't want to be anywhere but here."
He moaned and lowered his body to hers. He was already hard. She spread her legs, inviting him to settle between them. He was breathing heavily already, as if he'd run a marathon. Sally arched her back, bringing them into closer contact, making him groan in ecstasy. He held her face and stared into it.
"You're so beautiful, Sally."
She watched him as he made love to her, showing her with his body that what she'd thought last night was true.
Proving it once and for all.
He loved her.
Chapter 32
Kaylie
Kaylie heard him before she saw him. She was out back, helping her mom in the garden when the roar of a motorcycle made her sit up.
Her mom smiled to herself as Kaylie raced inside to wipe the dirt off her face and put on some lip gloss. She brushed out her long ponytail and made a face in the mirror. She came back outside after a few minutes, trying to look casual.
Her mother was nowhere to be found.
But Devlin was there.
And he was kneeling.
She slapped her hand over her mouth. He’d actually listened to her. He was doing it. He was about to ask her to marry him.
It had been a week since they made up. A week since the incident at Sally’s place. Everyone had been shaken up by that, but we’d stuck together and rallied.
Things were just starting to feel normal again.
Still, he hadn’t wasted any time.
He smiled at Kaylie and she melted. Even with the lip gloss, she wasn’t exactly ready for her close up. He didn’t seem to mind though.
Devlin always thought she was beautiful.
She could tell, because of the way he looked at her.
Her eyes started to well up as he took out the box and dramatically opened it. A simple gold band with a small diamond sat inside. It was special without being complicated.
It was perfect.
“Kaylie Thomas… I’m here, on my knees, asking you to wear this ring. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I love you so much…”
Devlin’s voice got rough as the big biker choked up a bit.
“And I know I always will. I’ll love you forever Kaylie.”
Tears were streaming down her face as he talked to her. She could barely speak. But she knew what was coming next.
“Kaylie… will you marry me?”
He stared at her expectantly. Waiting. She inhaled shakily.
And then she nodded.
“Yes, Devlin. Yes, I will marry you.”
He swooped her up into his arms and kissed her, spinning her in a circle.
“You said yes!”
She was crying and laughing as she looked at his handsome face.
“I said yes.”
“When? Can we do it soon? I want to start our live together.”
“Well, can we talk about that later?”
He gave her a suspicious look.
“You said you would marry me.”
“I know. But I’m still only eighteen.”
“You’ll be nineteen next month.”
She smiled at him, trying not to look at the look on his face.
“Yes, and we can talk about it then.”
“Get married after your birthday?”
She shook her head.
“We can talk about how long to wait.”
He groaned and hung his head.
“I want to be alone with you Kaylie. Don’t you want that?”
She kissed his lip and smiled.
“Good things come to those who wait.”
“They do?”
She nodded.
“Does that mean you will come up to the cabin with me this weekend?”
“Maybe.”
He growled and grabbed her when she tried to run away.
“Maybe?”
He buried his face in her neck, giving her tickling little kisses.
“Okay! Yes!”
He grinned as he lifted his head.
“Now I know how to win any fights we have.”
“Don’t you dare Devlin…”
He had a devilish look on his face as he scooped her up and carried her to his bike.
“I’ll have her back in a few hours Mrs. Thomas!”
Her mom waved from the front window.
“Alright Devlin. And congratulations you two!”
Kaylie was smiling as he strapped her helmet on and drove across town to his place. She had a feeling her fiancé was about to show her how much fun it could be to live together.
It was a good thing she hadn’t told him she wanted to wait until she was twenty to get married.
She hid her face against his shoulder.
She would tell him tomorrow.
Chapter 33
Devlin
“Where do you think you are going?”
Kaylie stared at him, her huge eyes shining. She was in the kitchen pouring them each a glass of water.
“I was just getting a drink.”
He shook his head, his lips tugging into a smile.
“New house rules.”
“Oh yeah?”
“All fiancés must be topless.”
She giggled and shook her head at him. But he wasn’t joking. Her smile faded as she stared at the serious look on his face.
“What, right now?”
“Yes right now.”
“Devlin, I’
m not walking around your house with my shirt off. It’s not decent.”
“You don’t seem to mind when we’re in bed.”
She blushed hotly. It was so cute. But it was also so sexy that his balls turned over.
His woman was still so innocent. He could not wait to corrupt her.
Starting right now.
“Hmm… I don’t know. If you break the rules you are going to have to pay a penalty.”
“A… what?”
“A penalty. For every demerit you get…”
“Dev, be serious.”
“I am serious. Every time you get a demerit, I get…”
She crossed her arms over those luscious breasts of hers. He wanted to see them, immediately. Even if he had to talk her into it.
“What Dev? What do you get.”
He stepped closer, smiling at her wolfishly.
“Whatever I want.”
He bit her neck, his hands sliding around her waist.
“Dev!”
He kissed the spot that he’d just bitten.
“So, if I don’t my top off in your kitchen, what are you going to ask for?”
He unbuttoned the top of her shirt, kissing the soft, golden skin.
“Hmmm… a quick wedding?”
“Dev!”
She swatted him away, giggling. But she started undoing her top as she walked backwards down the hallway. Right towards his bedroom.
“I’m following your rules. See?”
He growled, following her the way a wolf follows a doe.
“You are kind of following them.”
She opened her top and ran her hands over her front, grazing her hard nipples. He moaned, eager to get his hands and lips on her.
“Bra too.”
She bit her lip and took her shirt off completely. Then she tugged the bra strap down, but only part way. Where had she learned to tease him like that?
“Kaylie…”
He charged.
She was in his arms and through the door to his bedroom in a heartbeat. Then he gently lowered her to bed. What he did next was not gentle.
He pounced, kissing her deeply as his fingers slid behind her back to unclasp her bra.
“Hmmfff… oh God, Kaylie. How can you feel this good?”
He palmed her tits, licking and sucking and stroking as he ground his cock into her through their clothes. She whimpered in pleasure as he humped her hard into the bed.
He groaned in frustration and tugged her jeans down. Then his own. And then he dove between her thighs. She was still so small compared to him. And it wasn’t like they did it every day.
He had to wait for his woman. And he had to make sure she was ready for him when he got his chance.
Besides, he loved the way she tasted. And the slightly embarrassed squeaking noises she made when he pleasured her with his tongue.
She let out a high pitched, deliciously breathy sound as he plunged his tongue inside her again and again. He lifted his head slightly, staring up at her as he used his fingers inside her. She arched off the bed as he pulled her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against her rapidly.
“Devlin!”
He murmured words of encouragement as he took her to the brink. And then he backed off slightly, making her wait. Making her suffer.
“Oh! Please!”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“Please- oh- please- don’t stop!”
He closed his eyes and gave her what she was so sweetly asking for.She was still climaxing when he slid inside her a few minutes later. Her sweetness undulated around him, making him moan in ecstasy.
He would never get used to this. How sweet she was. How perfect.
How good she felt wrapped around his cock.
“Hold on, baby.”
She was already climaxing, but he wanted to make her come really hard. He wanted to make it last. So he did. With long, slow, deep thrusts, he rode her. He was relentless, dragging out her orgasm as she cried out again and again.
Her eyes were glazed as he turned one orgasm into two. And then three. And then four.
She was shaking when he finally picked up his pace.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
She did. He felt himself about to shatter, just from the look on her face. She loved him. He had no doubt. Maybe not as much as he loved her.
That seemed impossible.
With a roar, he exploded inside her. His whole body lit up, firing on all cylinders. His sac pulsed as his load filled the condom. Someday, they could do this bare. Someday, she’d let him put a baby inside her.
Their baby.
It seemed to go on forever, until they were both trembling and gasping for air. He lay back, pulling her against him as they caught their breath. He stared at the ceiling, certain of one thing.
“You’re going to make me wait aren’t you?”
She snuggled into his side.
“Yes, Dev. I am.”
Chapter 34
Jack
“Got it. Thanks Mike.”
Jack hung up and shot Dev a quick text. It was done. Grant was broke and leaving town. He’d wanted to tattoo something across his forehead, like a warning sign.
Asshole. Or woman beater.
Unfortunately he’d been vetoed.
Now they were taking care of Dani. Dave owned some low rent apartments outside of town. He was giving her a place to stay and keeping an eye on her.
Bruce would too.
No matter how shady Dani had been, she didn’t deserve to be treated like that. The Spawns had a zero tolerance policy on hurting women. Dev’s dad had been like that too.
And Jack heartily agreed.
He looked across the room at Janet. She was lying on her stomach, doing her homework. He let his eyes travel up her glorious legs to her perfect ass.
She was deep in thought, a pencil bouncing against her bottom lip. He was hard, just from looking at her. Just by thinking about those lips. Or those long legs wrapped around him.
He cleared his throat, seeing if she would look up. He didn’t want to interrupt her studying but he wanted her so bad. He grinned, remembering the last time he’d interrupted her studying.
He’d gone caveman on her and she’d loved it.
Janet wanted him to be himself around her. It had taken time but his walls were coming down. Mostly with her, but, he was changing.
Or as Janet would say, he was becoming more himself. The woman was peeling him like a damned onion. A horny onion that wanted to fuck her seven or eight times a day.
He walked across the room, looming over the bed and watching her. The slender curve of her waist. The roundness of her feminine hips and ridiculously high ass. She called it dancers ass.
Whatever it was called, he wanted to bite it.
So he did.
He reached down, gripping her legs. Then he slid them apart. Far apart.
He was a big guy and he needed some room.
She let out a squeak as his teeth grazed her bottom. Then he tugged her shorts aside and started licking her. Her sweet bare pussy was all his and he wanted a taste.
“Jack!”
She didn’t sound mad. She sounded breathy and feminine. He kept going, swirling his pointed tongue over her silky pussy lips. Then he jutted out his chin and grazed her with the bushiest part of his beard.
She yelped in startled pleasure. He knew she could barely hold on when his beard touched her bare pussy. He grinned and laid a palm on each of her cheeks to hold her down while he worked on her.
But first he tore her shorts and panties clean off her.
“Keep studying.”
Janet sighed in pleasure as he used his fingers to spread her pussy lips. He worked her clit with his tongue for a while, knowing his beard and mustache were brushing her pussy in a way that drove her nuts.
Sure enough she was wiggling around, trying to get closer to his lips and the steady pressure he was applying to her clit. He held her still, backing
away to blow on her slick lips.
“Jack!”
“Are you studying?”
She moaned in frustration and he grinned, then dipped his head back down to her perfect pussy.
“Hmmm…”
She was moaning and trying to rock her hips back as he slid his tongue deep inside her. It was better to warm her up first. He was a very, very big guy.
And she was his tiny ballerina.
He felt the first flutters of her climax and went to town, using his finger to strum her clit while he fucked her thoroughly with his tongue. She was thrashing as he gave up on holding her still. Instead he lifted her hips in his giant hands and started slurping away as her pussy, going to town as he devoured the creamy goodness of her orgasm.
She was still flinching from after shocks as he unbuckled his pants behind her. He gripped his bare cock in his palm and guided it to her pussy. He pushed the tip in and she moaned.
They both did.
“I want to marry you.”
“Yes, Jack.”
His hand snaked down to grip her hair, arching her back in the sexiest way.
“I want to make a baby with you.”
She sighed and nodded.
“Yes, Jack.”
“You can stop studying now.”
“Yes, Jack.”
With a groan he pushed inside her, the silkiness of her walls felt incredible without protection. It was like the first time all over again.
He clenched his jaw as he started to thrust slowly in and out of her. He wanted this to last. But then he remembered.
Making a baby was a lot of work. He’d had to keep her busy. At least four or five times a day.
He pictured her, belly round with his child.
That was it. He started to come.
He growled as he tried to slow down, to make it last. Her body was gripping his cock, making it hard to slid in and out as fast as his body wanted to. His seed was still pumping out, hard and fast.
He threw his head back, feeling pure light rise up through his shaft and pulse deep inside her. It was epic. It was the longest and hardest orgasm he’d had in his life.
Times a million.
It was almost like his body knew he was doing something important. Like he knew in his bones that this was it. They were making a baby.
