by Alexa Riley
When I’m spent, I lie down on top of her, pinning her to the bed, careful not to give her all of my weight. She’s still early in her pregnancy and her belly isn’t getting in the way, but I don’t want to put any extra weight on her.
I kiss her neck, then move my lips to her ear. “I’ve got something to show you today.”
“Hmmm?”
She’s nearly fallen back asleep, so I bite her shoulder, trying to wake her back up.
“Shield, you can’t just fuck me like that and expect me to be able to function.”
I laugh and lick the spot I bit. “Wake up, Mac. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Is it more baby shit?”
I laugh at her words and bite her again. This time she tries to elbow me, but I catch her arm.
“Yes, it’s more baby shit. But I think you’ll like it.”
“You better feed me first.”
Pulling out, I pick her up and carry her to the shower. Mac snuggles against me as I walk us into the bathroom and turn on the water.
“I love how cuddly you are in the mornings,” I say, tilting her head back and washing her hair.
“I love how you make me breakfast in the morning.”
“Ha ha. I’ll take you for breakfast, then the surprise.”
“Fine. But it better be good. This baby is starving.” She rubs her nonexistent baby bump, and I kneel in front of her and kiss her belly.
“I think Mommy is trying to fool Daddy. She’s always hungry,” I say and nuzzle her.
“True. But now I’m extra hungry.”
I laugh and finish cleaning her up so I can get my little mama fed.
“Where are we?” Mac asks as we pull up to the new house.
I don’t answer her. Instead I go around to her side of the car and open the door. The final deliveries were made yesterday, and with the help of my sisters, the house is perfect.
Opening Mac’s door, I help her out and walk to the front of the house. I reach into my pocket and pull out a key tied with a yellow ribbon and hand it to her.
“I bought you a present. Well, it’s for all of us, but mostly for you and the baby.”
She looks down at the key and then looks back at me.
“Is the present inside the house?” She raises an eyebrow, and I smile at her.
“Go inside.”
Reluctantly she puts the key in the door and unlocks it. Through the entryway is a large room, and in there is a big wall that I had put in just for Mac.
“Vincent. What did you do?” She sees the wall directly in front of us and takes a step towards it. Both of her hands go to her mouth when she realizes what it is.
There’s a large compass painted on the wall, and all the way around it are pictures of her and her brothers. Some pictures from when they served together and some pictures from the club. All around the compass, her club and her family are represented. In the middle, there’s a black and white picture of her and me sitting on her motorcycle. She’s driving, and I’m on the back with my arms around her waist and my face buried in her hair. She got her cut on and is wearing dark shades, and she looks like a fucking badass. But if you look close enough, you can see she’s leaning back against me and her hand is on top of mine. She’s showing strength and dominance, but also she’s relying on me. It’s my favorite picture of us, and it’s right in the middle.
Going up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back to my front.
“Welcome home, baby.”
She turns in my arms, and I see the tears in her eyes. Suddenly she jumps up and I catch her. She squeezes my neck tightly.
“You bought me a house?” she squeals and looks around the place.
“I did. And I’d be really happy if you let me live here,” I tease, like I'd ever let her get even a night away from me.
She laughs, and I grab her ass, carrying her from room to room, showing her around. When we get to the nursery, I put her down and let her open the door. Everything inside is all set up, even though she’s got a long way to go.
“How in the hell did you do all this without me knowing?”
I lean against the doorframe, watching her pick up a little yellow bunny and wave it at me.
“MacKenzie, I always know where you are. At all times.”
“So I’ve noticed.”
“If I know where you are, then I can do what I need to do while you’re occupied elsewhere.” I pull her to me, giving her a quick kiss. “Plus, I’ve got a gang of sisters all too willing to help us out.”
She leans into me, looking around the nursery and letting out a big sigh. “Good thing, because this kid is going to need someone who knows what they’re doing.”
“It will. It’s got the two of us for parents. And you and I,” I grip her chin so her eyes meet mine, “make one hell of a team.”
Chapter Seven
Mac
“Move.” I kick Scribe’s boots, shoving his feet from the table so I can get by and sit down on the couch next to him in Pres’s office. It’s late afternoon, and I came right after leaving Vincent’s family’s house. I figure I might pull the Band-Aid off all in one day. I’m just not sure how the club is going to react, but it seems like babies are in right now. Savage has two little ones, and Pres’s wife isn't too far out from having her first.
Vincent’s family almost lost it with excitement. His mother and sisters helped ease some of my worries. I know we’ll have a lot of help, not to mention I always have Julie, Savage’s old lady, for help. We’ve always been close.
Vincent’s older sister just popped a kid out two weeks ago, and watching Vincent hold the little baby girl did all kinds of things to me that I don’t even know what to do with. I’m going to blame it on the hormones because I’ve never in my life gotten all gushy about a baby. Well, what it counted as gushy for me, anyway, but anyone else would have seen it as me standing back a few feet and just watching.
“What’s got you all pissy?” Scribe puts his laptop down on the table before propping his feet up again, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. I don’t think I’m pissy. I’m more just anxious to see how everything plays out today. What’s going to happen to me and my brothers? I sure as shit can’t be running around with a giant belly, and I’m guessing it will be giant if I’m going off Vincent's size.
“Do you fuckin’ live here now or something?” I toss the chip bags he’s got lying next to him and an empty bottle of pop onto the table. Scribe can eat as much as I can, but he doesn’t run like I do. In fact, I don’t think he works out much at all, but his body doesn’t show that. He might be the club’s resident geek, handling anything we need when it comes to computers or getting into places we shouldn’t be, but he’s also the pretty one. The sweet butts tend to flock to him because of his looks and maybe because he often seems bored when they do, so they see him as a challenge. I used to scare them off by laying a few jokes on him and trying to embarrass him. Until I learned he got a kick out of it just as much as I did.
“Better than being at home,” he shoots back. I look over at him trying to read him. Scribe’s got more money than any of us. He was the one who taught us how to invest for when we got out of the service, so we’d have nice little nest eggs when we got home. He’d more than tripled our money. I can’t imagine what he’s done for himself, but his house shows he’s very well off. However, it’s a house he doesn’t seem to want to go home to.
I could see that. I’m used to being solo. Well, before Vincent, anyway. I’ve always been eyes in the sky, and sometimes that puts me out for days, all alone, sitting my ass in one spot. These guys, not so much. They were shoved up each other’s ass. Maybe Scribe’s not liking the change quite so much. He studies me back.
“You keep looking at me like Vincent's ass is gonna pop up from behind this couch.” Scribe actually pretends to try and look behind the couch pressed firmly against the wall. It makes me laugh. There he is. Out of everyone, I’ve probably been the close
st to him. We have a nice teasing banter between us, and even when shit gets tense and I’m about to lose my shit, Scribe is always the first to get me to laugh.
Pres and Savage both walk in, and Pres walks over to his deck, leaning his ass against it. Savage takes his normal chair in the corner.
“Mixers called me today. Said we’re even,” Pres says, getting straight to the point like he always does. He’s always been our leader.
“I didn’t even do shit for them.”
“Not the point. You stuck your neck out for them, and something could've happened. That’s all that matters.”
I nod. The Mixers are a good club, but you never want to owe anyone favors. I’ve seen good clubs go to shit in a few years for that kind of thing.
“They did say they’d like to use you again. That they’d owe us.” Pres smiles at his own words. He loves collecting favors and having people in his back pocket.
I just shake my head.
“I figured,” he says, catching me off guard. “Scribe, pull a name for me. Violet Cassano.”
Scribe picks his laptop off the table and starts typing away.
“You know?” I ask Pres. I shouldn’t be shocked. “How?”
“The fact that Vincent can’t seem to keep his hand off your stomach gave it away about a month ago.”
I’m not sure how I didn’t catch that either. Then again, he always has his hands on me.
“Gave what away?” Savage asks, making Scribe look up from his laptop, too.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Holy shit. No fucking way,” Scribe and Savage say in unison.
“I don’t know what this mean or if—”
“I’m just going to stop you right there, Cas,” Pres says. “You do what you got to do, then you do the club. Just like Savage and I are at our women’s side when they need us. You’re still the sergeant-at-arms of the club. Period. Now if you want to step down, then…” He raises his hands.
“No, I don’t,” I say instantly, because I don’t. Maybe someday, but not today. Having a baby might change me a little, but this club is deep in me, and I’m not ready to let that go yet. Vincent and this baby might be my new family, but my brothers are my family, too.
“All right then,” Pres says, a smile on his face.
“Soak up every moment, Cas. They grow up fast, and you don't want to miss any of it,” Savage says, and I know what he means. He messed up a few years back and missed out on the first year of his son’s life. It still eats at him. I nod in understanding. This club isn't going anywhere. I'll handle my shit, then I'll handle the club.
“Now that we got that out of the way, onto Violet.” I look over at Scribe, who is studying his screen with a look I've never seen before, his fists clenched.
“Who is she?” he finally says, his voice thick.
“New eyes in the sky,” I say.
“No fucking way,” he growls.
Chapter Eight
Vincent
Mac comes out of the office, and I push away from the pool table. She walks over, and I open my arms. She comes right into them.
I kiss the top of her head and ask her how it went.
“Way to go, Vincent,” Lucias says, coming out from the office behind her and offering me a high five.
I smile and give him one up top, and Savage does the same. Knox comes over and wraps his big arms around both me and MacKenzie.
“Get off me, Scribe, before I turn you into my soon-to-be sister-in-law.” Making me raise my eyebrows in question. Knox better not have the hots for my sister.
Knox drops his arms and straightens up, clearing his throat. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll see you guys later.” With that, he’s gone, hauling ass out of the clubhouse.
“What was that about?” I ask, letting go of Mac.
She smirks at me and shakes her head. “You’ll find out soon enough, Shield. Just let it go.”
My suspicions are up, but I decide to let it go. For now.
“You ready to go?” I ask.
“Get your cute ass on my bike.”
She throws the words over her shoulder as she walks out of the clubhouse. Smiling, I shake my head and follow her out.
The guys have long ago stopped giving me shit about riding bitch on the back of Mac’s bike. I’ve told them before, I don’t care where I ride, as long as I get to have my hands on my woman.
I walk out to her bike, throw my leg over, and scoot back, letting her get on in front of me. When she saddles up, we wave goodbye to the guys, and she takes us down the road.
I think she’s going to take us to the new house, but instead she goes down a side road, and we ride for a while. Sometimes she likes to take the chopper out for a few hours and just get lost with me. Mac needs the quiet, and I like that she takes me with her now, instead of going and doing it on her own.
We ride for about an hour, and just as the sun is going down, she pulls off onto a side road and takes us down to a lake. We’ve been out here before. I think someone in the club owns it or has family that does, but either way, I know it’s secluded and we won’t be disturbed.
Mac pulls her motorcycle to the side, and we’ve got a beautiful view of the sunset. She hops off, and I watch as she unbuttons her shorts and pushes them down her legs.
“What are you up to?” I ask, giving her a wicked smile.
“I need a ride, Shield. A long hard one.”
Leaning back on the bike, I reach down and unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans. I watch as Mac puts her hands between her legs and starts rubbing as she climbs back on the bike. This time, she’s facing me. I pull my cock out, and it’s standing straight up, cum already beading at the tip. He’s always up when it comes to MacKenzie.
She moves, straddling my lap, putting her legs on either side of my hips, and moves her panties to the side. She slowly lowers herself down onto my cock and hisses at the tight fit. When she’s fully seated and I’m balls deep inside her tight cunt, I lean all the way back and moan at the feeling.
Mac still has her boots on, and she puts them on either side of the bike so she can fuck me how she wants. I keep a grip on her thighs as she rides me so she doesn’t fall off, but her motions are sure and strong, and she looks like a fucking goddess on top of me with the last of the sunlight streaming in behind her.
She needs this right now. She’s been struggling with the fact that she’s pregnant and the idea of juggling remaining who she is while becoming a mom. I can see the push and pull she’s been dealing with lately, and now that everyone knows, it’s a relief it’s out in the open. MacKenzie is used to being in charge of herself and what happens around her. A baby isn’t something she thought was possible, but her life has gone in a different direction, and now she has me, she can have anything she damn well wants.
Her pussy squeezes me, and she leans forward, rubbing her clit against my cock as she slides down. I look up and our eyes lock, her dark hair falling around her face.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, pretty boy.”
I smile at her, and she moans, working her body down on me. I try to think about baseball to keep from cumming too soon, but then I remember fucking Mac on the couch while we watched the Royals play and that’s no good.
“Goddamn. I won’t last.”
She gives me a rueful smile and squeezes me even tighter, causing me to grit my teeth and grunt.
“Keep it together, Shield. I’m not done with you yet.”
She keeps working me up and down, and I throw my head back, trying with everything in me to hold on a little longer. It’s too good. Her pussy is too fucking good.
When I look back at her, I see MacKenzie lost in pleasure. She’s taking what she wants, and she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I watch her and think about what a lucky bastard I am.
In that moment, she looks up and locks eyes with me. A passionate, intimate moment passes between us, and she whispers “I love you.”
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bsp; “I love you, too, MacKenzie.”
She drops down on me, and I feel her orgasm roll through her. She throws her head back and moans my name, squeezing me tighter than I ever thought possible.
Her own orgasm triggers mine, and I empty into her tight heat. We cling to one another on the back of her motorcycle, both of us gripped by pleasure. We are both breathless as we come down from the peak, and Mac falls on my chest once she’s done.
“Feel better?” I ask, brushing her sweat-dampened hair out of her face.
After a second she looks up at me and quietly nods.
“You know that just because you become a mom, it doesn’t mean you have to lose who you are.” Tucking another stray hair behind her ear, I tell her what she needs to hear. “You’ll always be you. Now there’s just another part of you that I get to love. And you get to see what life is like as a mom. With me by your side.”
She smiles at me, and I can see her doubt lifting.
“You think I would ever let you stop taking me on sunset drives to fuck me on the back of your bike?” I wink at her, and she laughs. “Now take me home and put me to bed. I’m an old man, baby.”
Mac sits up and grabs a fistful of my shirt, pulling me to her. I sit up, and our lips are almost touching but not quite.
“You’ll stop fucking me when I tell you to, Shield. I said I wanted a long hard ride. You up for it or not?”
Thrusting up, I answer her question with my cock, and she gives me a wicked smile. “Anything you want, MacKenzie. Anything.”
Epilogue
Vincent
About 8 months later...
“We need help!” I scream into the emergency room, carrying MacKenzie in my arms.
“Vincent, I swear to God, if you don’t put me down and stop freaking out, I’m going to shoot you with one of my rubber bullets. I’ve got two in my back pocket, so quit fucking around.”
