by Alexa Riley
I hold Mac up with one hand while bouncing her up and down on my cock. The other hand I bring to my mouth and lick my finger. She watches me with hooded eyes, and I feel her pussy clench.
I reach around behind her, push my hand down her shorts, and press my finger against her asshole. I don’t do anything, just hold it there, giving it a tiny bit of pressure as I thrust in and out of her. The added sensation is something she loves, and in seconds, she’s bearing down on me and tensing up.
Her orgasm is so strong it nearly makes me pass out. Black spots dance before my eyes. She clings to me and screams out her pleasure, and the sound echoes through the building. There’s not a doubt in my mind they heard her all the way up at the clubhouse. Hell, they probably heard her three states away.
I thrust into her one last time and hold myself there as I cum inside her. This is going to be a sticky mess, but the thought just turns me on even more. Knowing my cum will be leaking out of her for the rest of the day makes me spurt even harder inside this sweet pussy.
“Fuck, MacKenzie,” I breathe as I bury my face in her neck and drain my balls into her womb.
If she wasn’t already pregnant, I’d say that would have done it. My thick cock throbs inside her even after the last drop has emptied into her. Slowly she lets her grip on my body ease, and I pull my face back to look at her. She’s got the most beautiful glow, and it’s not just because of the baby.
“God, you’re so beautiful. I love you,” I say, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.
She bites her lip again, and I think she’s finally going to tell me. But just as she takes a breath, the door to the range opens.
“Yo, Casper! You done?” Knox shouts from the doorway, and I want to punch him in his face.
He can’t see us from where we’re standing, but she was so close to telling me. He knows we were in here fucking, so what could he possibly want?
“What the fuck do you want, Scribe? I’ve still got Vince twelve inches deep!” There’s a hint of relief in her voice, and I wonder if she’s thankful for the interruption.
“Pres wants a meeting.”
I hear the door shut, and we’re alone again. The moment has passed, and she’s not going to tell me right now, but hopefully it’ll happen soon. I can’t stand the wait much longer.
“Hey, everything okay?” I ask, holding her chin and kissing her lips softly.
“Yeah, just have some stuff I need to take care of.”
I pull out of her, and a rush of her cum and mine flows out behind me. She moves her shorts over. They’re soaked in the crotch, and she lets out an annoyed sigh.
“Don’t act like you don’t love that,” I say, reaching down and rubbing the wet shorts against her pussy. “I fucking love knowing my cum is smeared all over you.”
“Fine,” she says giving me a wicked smile and another quick kiss. “But you’re cleaning me up after this meeting is over. Get that tongue ready, Shield.” With that, she turns to walk out.
Tucking myself into my jeans, I follow behind her, smacking her ass. “Anything you want, baby.”
Chapter Four
Mac
Walking in the front door, I drop my bag in the entryway before hanging my cut up and kicking off my boots. The meeting went longer than I thought, but it didn’t go how I wanted it to. Lucias said Violet wasn’t ready yet but that she was damn close.
I’ll do tonight’s job on my own, then maybe on the next I can bring her. But who knows when that will be. We never know when something might come up, but tonight is important. We got a call from a sister club, Hard Mixers over in Kansas. They need eyes in the sky for a meeting they’re holding with a rival gang that we’ve had problems with before—the Five Aces.
We owe them a favor and they’re calling it in. I just hope all goes well and I won’t have to light up the sky. I already shot the Five Aces VP months back, and most of the dust has settled. Maybe it calmed because they have bigger battles to deal with. The Hard Mixers are pretty sure shit is going to get rough tonight.
I don’t have a problem getting my hands dirty if it means taking out a few Five Aces. They’re a waste of human existence. But now, if stuff blows back it won’t just hit me. I put my hand over my belly, the life that’s growing there.
“Shit,” I mumble to myself, feeling a little helpless, like I might be letting down my brothers. I haven’t felt helpless since I was little girl and my father used to beat on me. No, I made sure I never felt helpless again. Spent my life making sure that wouldn’t ever happen again. But now I feel like I’m spinning, unsure which direction I’m going.
I let anger take it. It’s the easiest emotion to deal with, and I know right where I’ll be going with it. Heading down the hallway, I yell Vincent’s name.
I walk into the bedroom to see him making the bed.
“This is all your fucking fault!” I yell at him. Vincent just walks around the side of the bed closer to me and sits on the end. A smile pulls at his lips.
“That so?” He kicks his feet out like he’s just relaxing and not at all intimidated by my anger. In fact, he seems to be liking it. That makes me even madder.
“Yes, it's all your fault. You got me pregnant! You know, like a baby!” I motion to my stomach. “You refused to wear those condoms. Now I’m going to leave my brothers hanging. Worse, I’m going to be the worst mother on the face of the planet. I don’t know what to do with a baby. I don’t even know how to hold them, change them, God, even feed them.”
I feel my panic rising when I start to think about all the things being a mother will entail. I’m going to be so lost. I feel my nose start to burn. I do not want to fail this child. Not like my parents failed me, leaving scars on me to this day.
Vincent gets up from the bed and walks over to me. He cups my face. I’m in full meltdown mode, and I do not melt down.
“You ran to me this time,” he says, leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of my head. My heart flutters. I did. I have a knack for running when I get scared. Ran from my home when I was young, ran from the pain of people I’d lost when I was in the service, ran from Vincent when I thought my world might crush his. This time, I ran to him. It was the first place I thought to go when it all started hitting me.
“Yeah, I did, because you’re going to be changing all those diapers. You’re the one who did this. It’s all your fault.” I push at his chest, but he doesn’t move an inch. He throws his head back and laughs, making me grit my teeth.
“I’m going to punch you right in the throat.”
“All right, let me make sure I’m clear on why I’m getting punched before you do it.”
I cock my head to the side, waiting to hear his excuse.
“Tell me, MacKenzie, why didn’t you go get the shot again? You’ve been on birth control for years.”
“I forgot! Sometimes I forget things.”
Vincent laughs again. “You haven’t forgotten a goddamn thing in your whole life, Mac,” he says. “Hell, I bet you could name the last twenty bets we’ve had and who won them.”
“Well that’s easy. I always win.” I smirk.
“Yeah, you do.” He leans down, kissing the smirk off my face, his hands going to my ass as he picks me up. I wrap my legs around him and lock my arms behind his head.
“You never forget. Why do you think you forgot this time?”
“’Cause I want it.” I feel my eyes start to water like I’m about to cry. I don’t cry. Not even when I killed my own father.
“There it is.” He lays me down on the bed and cages me in. I’d never let a man handle me like he does. I like to be in control, but with Vincent I don’t need it. In fact, I feel safe when he has it and I know nothing can touch me. He’d destroy anything that tried to touch me anyway.
“It’s your family,” I finally say. As much as his sisters can drive me freaking nuts, I love their crazy asses. Going over there for Sunday dinner is chaos, and I bitch about having to go every week, but the truth is, I love
it over there. My brothers at the club are my family, but with Vincent’s family it's different. It’s sweet and filled with a love I’d never known, and they sucked me right in like I’ve always belonged with them.
I wanted more, and I knew Vincent wanted a family of his own. I wanted to give him that.
“Yeah, I know. They’re hard not to love,” he says, smiling down at me.
“I have no idea what I’m doing here. I have no idea how to be a mom. I guess I thought subconsciously if I just let it happen that I’d have to figure it out.”
“You’ve never failed at a thing in your life. I can promise you will not fail at this. Hell, if we have a little girl, I bet all the boys will be more scared to meet you than me.” Vincent’s teasing makes me smile. “Look at you with Violet. Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on, but before you got here she was spinning, and you righted her. Gave her someone to talk to. You might think you can’t be motherly, but I’ve already seen you do it.”
“I love you,” I tell him.
He slides down my body, lifting my shirt and kissing my stomach. “Love you, too,” he mumbles against my skin. “Should I show Mommy my dirty little secret?” he says to my belly, making my eyebrows rise.
He pulls off the bed and goes over to his closet. He opens the door and pulls out a huge cardboard box. I get off the bed and walk over as he pulls the lid off.
The sight inside makes me laugh. It’s crammed full with so much baby crap.
“How long have you known?” I look over at him, and he’s got a giant smile on his face.
“Long before you.”
Chapter Five
Mac
I fought with Vincent for a total of five minutes, knew I wasn’t going to win, and gave in. He’d just follow me if I hadn’t. I could try and lose him, but that never seemed to work with him. He had a habit of popping up on me out of nowhere, so I knew it was best this way. I wouldn’t be shocked to find out that he’d somehow implanted me with a tracking device.
For a big motherfucker, he can move just as quietly as I can. I’ve even joked about putting a bell on him a few times after he made me almost shit myself when he came out of nowhere. It almost got him a few black eyes. So I knew he’d be fine at my side for this. Sliding out of my truck, I grab my sniper and my night-vision goggles out from under the truck bench sitting them on the seat.
We’re in the flatlands of Kansas, with only one place to get in the sky. A fucking water tower. Vincent comes to the other side of the truck to stand next to me, watching my every move like he always seems to do.
I go to sling the weapon to my back, but Vincent grabs it and takes it from me.
“I'll carry it.”
I just nod.
“If the ladder is back-caged too tight, I’ll have to take it. You and It won’t fit together.”
Vincent is a thick guy, and if the cage is as tight as I fear, there’s no way he’ll fit.
He picks up the night goggles from the seat and hands them to me. “It’s not.”
Grabbing him by the shirt, I pull him to me. He bends, knowing what I want, meeting me for the kiss. It’s deep, sweet, and utterly possessive. Completely Vincent. He lets me think I’m
leading the kiss, but I’m not. It’s all him.
Pulling back, I stare up at him. “You sure you wanna do this? I could be breaking so many fucking laws here in a minute. You want that blood on you?” I know Vincent has saved my ass before, putting his own career at the FBI on the line, but this is more than that. He’s actually going to stand there while I do it. I don’t even know why I’m asking the question because I know the answer. But I still want to give him an out.
“You come before anything. Always.” He kisses me again.
We make our short trek over to the water tower. I go up first, climbing the tall ladder until I reach the top. Pulling out my phone, I check my messages from Scribe, making sure everything is on the ups and confirming the location.
I head over to the south side of the tower and lie down, pulling on the night-vision goggles as I look for my target. I spot them a mile out. I pull out my phone again.
Me: I got three.
Scribe: Those are Mixers. Any other shows will be Aces.
I slide my phone into my back pocket. Vincent hands me my sniper, and I fix my scope.
Vincent lies down next to me.
“Never fails to turn me the fuck on when you got a gun in your hand.”
I look over at him and smile. “Name something I do that doesn’t turn you on.”
“You got me there.” He leans in closer. “I tell you, your pussy tastes sweeter since you got knocked up. I can’t seem to stop eating your cunt lately.”
“You’ve never been able to stop eating my cunt,” I retort. It’s nice having him here. It’s not like we have to be quiet. No one can hear us.
“Hostile,” I say when I see movement. Three motorcycles come in on the Mixers. Vincent goes utterly still while I let the world fade away as I watch the ground.
I’m only to fire if one of the Aces pulls a weapons. So I wait. I can’t make out any of the members of the Five Aces as they get off their choppers, but I count more than two. I watch two of the Mixers pull guns out from behind their backs. I see the light of fire, but it takes a moment for the sound to reach us this far out.
Vincent still doesn’t say a word. I sit up, and he follows suit.
“Mixers killed them,” I tell him, shaking my head, not knowing what the fuck could be going on or why they needed me here. Maybe they thought the Aces would pull something, but it was clear the Mixers came to kill them. I bet they have three graves dug and ready. God, I hope we don’t get pulled into whatever this mess is. We just got clean and have been trying to stay that way.
“That’s it, Mac. You’re done for a while.” His voice is firmer than it normally is with me, no hint of playfulness. “Your brothers will just have to figure something out for the time being. It’s not just the blowback that could come. You shouldn’t be hauling this heavy shit around. Lying on the ground on your belly for hours. You’re starting to show and—”
I kiss him, cutting him off.
“I’m with you. This family first.” I watch the tension leave his body. His hand goes to my belly in a protective move.
“Come on.” He pulls me to my feet, picking the gun up and flipping it over his back. “I cooked three dishes for this barbecue tonight and they are going to be shit if I don’t get them in the fridge.”
I laugh. “I can’t even with you.” I head for the ladder, but stop and turn. “You made the pasta salad, right?”
“Of course I made the fucking pasta salad. I like getting laid.” He moves past me. “I’ll go first.”
I descend the ladder after him, follow him to the truck, and put my gear away.
“I’m gonna tell them.” I’m nervous about telling everyone I’m knocked up.
“Don’t be nervous.” Vincent pulls me to him. “Think they’ll be that shocked I put a baby in you? I do just about anything and everything I can to leave my mark on you.”
“I’m not sure how they will react, to be honest.”
“It’s a freaking baby factory over there. Soon it’s not even going to be a motorcycle club. It’ll just be a daycare.”
“I don’t think I mind the idea of things being a little calmer. I feel calmer.”
“Not going to lie. I do love when you come off a mission high. You climb all over my cock like you might die. I get to fuck you until you pass out on me.”
“How about when we get home, I fuck you until you pass out.” I grab the dog chains he has hanging around his neck and pull him to me.
“You think I could pass out with you riding my cock?”
“Wanna bet?”
“Not like you to make bets you can’t win, Mac.”
“Oh, we’ll see.”
Chapter Six
Vincent
The next morning, I wake up with MacKenzie wrapped a
round me. I sigh, feeling happy and warm. Pulling her leg over my hip, I slip my cock inside her and thrust in lazily.
“Mmm. Good morning,” Mac mumbles and opens her legs wider for me.
I roll us over and pin her on her back, thrusting hard this time. I want all of my dick wet, and I go in deep so that she takes every thick inch.
“It’s good now.” I bury my face between her big tits and suck on her nipples. She arches her back and lets out a moan because they’re so much more sensitive. “Just wait until they’re full of milk. I’ll wake you up every morning with my mouth on them.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and her fingers grip my hair.
“Fuck, why is that so hot?” she asks, breathy and wanton.
I pop a nipple out of my mouth and move to the other one. “Because it’s primal and raw. Knowing I’ve bred you, it’s fucking hot, Mac. Thinking about you getting horny and leaking milk. It’s dirty as shit, but it turns me on. Everything about your body makes me rock hard. This will just be something new to get hard about.”
She grips the headboard as I pound into her, our gentle morning sex turning into something animal and dirty. I flip her over, pulling her ass up in the air and giving it a few smacks before thrusting back inside her pussy.
“Fuck. I won’t last,” I say through gritted teeth.
“You damn well better. I’m almost there.”
Mac pushes towards me, fucking my cock. Her cunt leaves a trail of juice on me as she thrusts back and forth, and it drives me wild.
“Mac,” I beg, and then I feel her pulse.
Her orgasm takes her over the edge, and her face hits the pillow while she cries out in pleasure. I’ve still got her hips in my hands, and her ass is up off the bed. I thrust hard one last time, emptying myself into her.
