Hot Nights in Sturgis The Complete Series: A Billionaire, Bad Boy, Motorcycle, BDSM, Romance (Billionaire Romance Novels)

by Michelle Love

  His fingers trail lightly over my chest, down my stomach and it makes the muscles tighten. An electric current flows in the wake of his touch and my body is on fire now.

  My brain starts to spiral and I can only focus on the way he’s making my body react to his touch. Only the tips of his fingers are on my skin yet I can feel it all over my body.

  He makes another deep growl. “You are beyond gorgeous, Baby.”

  My heart pounds and my body quivers as he climbs back onto the bed and spreads my legs and gives me a smile before his mouth is on me and my hands fist the sheets with the intense reaction my body has to him.

  His tongue taps my clitoris and I nearly fall apart. “Oh, hell!” My breath is already coming in gasps.

  The heat of his mouth on me and the wetness of his tongue are insanely good. He has my legs pulled up so my knees are bent and then his hands go to my ass and he squeezes it.

  Pulling me up to take more of me in, his mouth goes ravenous on me. It has my insides a liquid mass of intense pleasure.

  All too soon I find myself screaming out as my body falls apart under his mouth and my hands go to his hair. His tongue goes inside me as he laps up the juices my body has released. He moans and growls and seems to love it.

  The way he’s being so animalistic has me going crazy for him. I should’ve let him get me pregnant a long time ago.

  He’s very good at it!

  Benny’s eyes go soft, and he changes his entire demeanor as he kisses me with a gentle and sweet kiss. My arms move around his neck on their own. My heart skips a beat with his soft touch after being so rough before.

  He lies on the side of me and moves his fingertips over my stomach, trailing down until he finds my still pulsing clit. He strokes it and makes his way down my heated and wet folds.

  I arch up to him as he continues to stroke me softly while he kisses me. The fire inside me builds and his gentle touch is making me crave so much more.

  His tongue flows smoothly over mine then he pulls his mouth away and looks into my eyes. “I love you, Angel.”

  I stroke his cheek and gaze into his eyes. “I love you, Benny.”

  He moves his body over mine and slowly enters me as I pull my knees up to allow him to move in deep. Then he kisses me again as he makes gentle strokes into me and it makes me moan, wanting more from him.

  Slow and easy he shows me only gentleness and I feel so loved by him.

  His body is all over mine and moves so slowly I can feel the fine hairs on his chest as they graze me. My breasts squish under his hard muscles with every stroke he makes.

  His mouth leaves mine then he trails kisses down my neck and gives me a little nip then more kisses. It sends a wave of heat all through me.

  Inside me, a wave is cresting. His body moves back and forth over mine and his hard cock moves in and out so slowly it’s tormenting me. “Faster,” I moan.

  His growl makes my insides quake, and he moves faster as he takes one of my legs and pulls it up so he can go into me deeper. His teeth graze my neck then he bites a bit harder, and it sends me right over the edge.

  I cling to him as my body climaxes and scream his name over and over.

  He grinds into me as he continuously growls low and steady as I buck underneath him. Then his body stiffens and liquid heat pours into me.

  We both make low moans as our bodies take what they need from the others. And I feel amazing with him like this.

  He’s brought more to my life than I ever knew I even wanted. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight to me. Then tears start to fall over my cheeks and I’m silently crying.

  He must feel the wetness on his cheek as his face is touching mine. He pulls back and kisses the tears away. “Why the tears, Pumpkin?”

  “That was beyond beautiful to me, Benny. The whole thing was so completely amazing. You’ve made my life like something out of a fantasy novel and the way you touch me makes me feel more than human.” I run my hand over his face. “You are real, aren’t you?”

  He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. “Oh yeah, I’m real.”

  I laugh a little. I know I’m being crazy. “Okay, the romantic stuff is over. I can see it makes you uncomfortable.”

  He holds me still underneath him. “I love the romantic stuff and you know it. I just don’t want you going to that place in your head where this is all too good to be true and stuff like you do from time to time. This is just life. Our life together. It’s not magic or fantasy. It’s just life.”

  His cock makes one last jerk inside me and I have to laugh. “There you go. Got it all out now?”

  He kisses my cheek then rolls off me. “Yep. Now let’s talk about names for our daughter. I like Penelope.”

  “No way,” I say as I roll onto my side only to have him roll me right back onto my back.

  “I read about this,” he says as he puts a pillow under my ass, lifting me up so my pelvis is tilted back somewhat. “You need to stay in this position for a while. I think thirty minutes should do it. We need my magic potion to sit on your basket of, could one day be people, eggs. You know, to ensure fertilization. Now, why don’t you like the name, Penelope?”

  He props his head up on his hand and looks down at me as he strokes my stomach. I guess he thinks he’s mixing up the magic kid brew inside me.

  “I think that name is perfect for a pet but not a kid. Not one of ours, anyway.” I put my arms behind my head and lay back and try to relax since he won’t be letting me move anytime soon.

  “Well, how about Jax?” he asks as he watches his finger moving over my stomach.

  “No. That’s a boy’s name. How about, Bonnie?”

  “No.” He moves his whole hand over my stomach, lying it flat out on it. “How about, Serendipity?”

  I shake my head and run my hand through his dark blonde wavy hair. “They’ll call her Sara. I’m not sure I like that. What are we going to do if it’s another boy?”

  “Sell, him,” he says with a chuckle and I smack him upside the head. “Oww!”

  “Don’t even joke about a thing like that.”

  He laughs and says, “If I wasn’t worried about shaking the baby stew you have going on in your insides right now, I’d toss you over my lap and give you a good spanking, Mrs. Worthington.”

  The thought makes my ass tingle and I say, “Oh, Benny. Start with that the next time then. You just made me ache to feel your strong hand on my ass.”

  “Damn it, Angel. You just made my dick hard!” he growls. “And we need to let this baste for a while.”

  “I think you’re trying too hard. Come on. I can lie still like this the next time. I promise I won’t talk naughty then. And you can make me be still even longer if you want.”

  He looks at me for a minute as he rubs his palms together while he contemplates his answer. Then he smiles and says, “Nope. You have to stay still. But we can start with a spanking next time. And you’ll stay still after that too.”

  I moan and run my hand over my tit to entice him. “Don’t you want a taste of this?”

  He shakes his head. “Not right now, I don’t.”

  Slowly, I ease my hand off my tit and down my stomach then over his and I touch only the tip of his cock, that’s not soft at all. “You sure, you don’t want to smack my ass a little then take me from behind?”

  He closes his eyes and moans as I move my fingertip over the head of his cock. “You’re an evil temptress.”

  I make an evil laugh. “And I need a good spanking to bring the good girl out in me and put the bad girl to bed. But not until you’ve shown that bad girl who’s boss around here.” His dick shoots up and I know I almost have him where I want him.

  “God damn it!” he shouts as he flips me around and I end up lying face down over his lap. “But after this time, you have to lie back with your ass up on the pillow for a whole hour. Agreed?”

  His hand comes down hard on my ass and it heats up and sends crazy heat through me. “Yes,” I hiss. �
��Again.”

  He smacks my ass again and I go all wet inside. He does it again and I cry out for more. Over and over, he makes my flesh sizzle then he flips me around again and I’m on my knees with him behind me.

  This baby making thing is going to be quite a workout it seems!

  Chapter 8

  BLAZE

  The smell of alcohol makes my nose itch as I stand by Angel’s head while her doctor, an old guy who smells like coffee, has his head in her nether regions with some kind of thing that’s supposed to let us see our kid.

  But he hasn’t managed to bring the image up yet and went back in to reposition the device. It’s not a pleasant thing to witness your wife being so completely open to another man. But it is an evil necessity in bringing kids into our world.

  He comes back out from under the blue sheet that’s keeping my wife covered from my view, anyway, though I have no idea why. His face is a little red from the heat I guess and he looks at the screen that begins to de-fuzz and then some blobby stuff appears in shades of gray. “There we go,” he says.

  I look really hard and I don’t know why he said that. There we do not go. “Doc, I don’t see a thing I recognize. And I’ve been down there a lot.” I laugh at my own joke and Angel smacks me in the ribs and frowns at me.

  With a shake of her head, she utters one word that shuts my comedic line up of one-liners down, “Don’t!”

  I nod to show her she’s won this round, but that just means she’ll have to listen to them all once we’re alone.

  The doctor points to the screen. “You see that there?”

  Angel and I make humming sounds as if we know what he’s talking about but neither of us does. So I ask, “What is that there, Doc?”

  He looks at us as if it’s as plain as the nose on his face. Which is kind of bulbous and on the red side and I think my wife’s obstetrician might be a heavy drinker.

  He taps the screen with his finger. “Right there! It’s a little round head.”

  “I do see a circle but I see another one right next to that so I don’t think it’s a head, Doc.” I squint and try to see the rest of a body and do see something like that dangling off the round thing he said was a head but I see the same thing dangling under the other round thing and he didn’t call that a head.

  “What do you think the other round thing is, Mr. Worthington?” the doctor asks.

  I shrug my shoulders. “No idea.”

  Angel starts crying and then she points at the screen. “They're twins and they look like they’re joined in the middle.”

  I shake my head. “No, Angel. Not twins. He didn’t say that, Baby.”

  The doctor looks at me with a no-nonsense look in his pale blue eyes with many wrinkles around them. “It is twins.”

  “What do you mean by that?” I ask in complete confusion.

  “There are two babies. And it does look as if they’re joined at the abdomen. I’ll have to send you to a specialist. But it looks as if you’re having conjoined twins.”

  “Wait one minute here. There are two babies in there and they’re attached to each other?” I ask just to be really sure I understand this. “Because we only wanted one, and we didn’t want anything stuck to it. Especially not another entire person.”

  Then the real waterworks start flowing from Angel and she’s bawling. “You had to make me stay in that damn position and let the juices simmer! And now look what’s happened! There are two of them and they’re stuck together. Oh, Benny! What are we going to do?”

  The doctor pats her on the shoulder. “No need to cry, Mrs. Worthington. You’ll have the best doctors to care for you and these babies. And the simmering thing didn’t cause this. Don’t blame yourself.”

  She sniffles and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m not blaming myself, I’m blaming him.” She sticks her finger out at me and I have to point at myself.

  “Me! Why only me? I mean I didn’t hold a gun to your head and make you keep your ass up on that pillow for an hour after each time we had sex. You did have something to do with this fiasco, you know.” I begin to pace and have no idea what we’re going to do with a couple of kids who’ll be stuck together for the rest of their lives.

  “Simmer down, guys,” the doctor shouts at us. “Whatever the hell you two did, didn’t have a thing to do with this. Now, I’m going to schedule you an appointment with the specialist and by next week you’ll have a plan of action. Okay?”

  We both nod because what the fuck else can we do at this point. And as I look at my wife, I can see she’s never letting me get her pregnant again.

  Well, fuck!

  ANGEL

  Now in my third trimester with the twins who are joined at the abdomen Benny and I are at an appointment with the specialist who is going to be doing surgery on the babies while they’re still inside me. She says she’s done this type of thing before on a woman in Africa who had the same exact thing happen to her.

  So I ask the specialist as my pale husband looks at me, “Okay, so you’ve seen this before. Can you tell me if the other woman also did this thing where she got her bottom up on a pillow after sex to let the semen essentially sit on top of the eggs?”

  “You just sound ignorant, Angel,” Benny snaps at me.

  We’ve had an ongoing argument about this since we found out and he refuses to take any kind of responsibility for it. But I’m determined to get him to see this is all his fault.

  The specialist laughs a little. “That’s not even physically possible, Mrs. Worthington.” She looks at my chart and then back at me. “It says here that you hold a Master’s Degree in Engineering.”

  I nod and smile. “Yes, I do.” I hold my head up high and look at Benny as I think she’s about to be the first person to finally back me up.

  “Well, then you should know a little about human anatomy, I should think. There is no possible way to get semen to sit on the eggs. They’re in your fallopian tubes until your body releases them. Your body released two, and that’s how this happened.” She looks at me over her glasses and wrinkles her nose. “So, stop trying to blame this man for things which are not under his control.”

  Well, fuck me!

  I look over at Benny and frown, “This one is not about to let me get away with shit, is she?”

  “I like her,” Benny says with a smile. “I like her a lot.”

  I lie back and rest my head on the pillow and look up at the ceiling and try hard not to cry. I want so desperately for this to be someone’s fault. If it isn’t, then it means things are starting to go bad for us.

  Just like I knew they would one day!

  Several other surgeons join us in the small examination room and it feels really stuffy in here all of a sudden. Benny stands by my right shoulder as they pull the open in the front gown away from my huge belly and draw on it with a black sharpie.

  They discuss how I’ll be cut open only a little and how a small camera will be shoved up inside me. The cameraman smiles at me as he says, “Hi, I’m Doctor Larson. You can call me, Shane. I hate formalities. Can I call you, Angel?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  His smile gets even bigger. “I think this is an exciting time in medical history and I’m so glad to be a part of it. Aren’t you?”

  “Not really.” I look away from the idiot so I don’t say anything mean to him. He will have a camera inside me after all. I don’t need him taking pictures of me at any bad angles just to get back at me.

  He just keeps talking even though it’s obvious I don’t want to have a conversation right now, “I’m going to save all the video so you can see the whole operation when you wake back up. Isn’t that going to be so cool?”

  “The coolest,” I say then Benny takes my hand and picks it up and kisses it.

  He can tell by the tone of my voice that I’m getting more and more upset by the minute. “It’s all going to be okay, my Angel. You’ll see.”

  If it’s all going to be okay why do I feel so fucking
scared?

  BLAZE

  With the complications of the pregnancy, I moved us to New York and we’re staying at my parents’ home until after the twins are born and stable.

  We’re having girls so I get to name them both, per Angel’s permission, of course. But I want her to help me because I think she’s never going to have any more kids.

  This is taking such a toll on her. The girl carries around so much responsibility on her narrow shoulders for anything bad or hard that happens in the lives which surround her.

  Gage and Dana got married last year and she finally let Dana take over as Gage’s fierce protector. But that was only after giving her explicit directions on what it means to be his protector.

  Angel still blames herself for what happened to Gage. No amount of talking can get her to stop. And now she’s blaming herself for the twins and their problems.

  She’s going into surgery today and she’s sitting in our suite with Woody sitting next to her in the large rocking chair I bought her. I can see by the way she’s holding her jaw so tight that she’s afraid this might be the last time she gets with our son.

  As with any surgery, the doctors had to advise the patient there’s a chance she could die or one or both of the babies, which they call fetuses could die during or even after the surgery. Angel signed the papers yesterday accepting that fact.

  I’m trying to only think positive thoughts. Angel’s grandmother and my grandfather are going to be at the hospital with me as we wait for her to have the surgery that we’re hopeful will lead to the twins being separated in utero. That gives them a better chance at making it through the surgery and leading healthier lives.

  I listen as I hear Angel saying something to our son, “You know, Son, no matter what happens I love you and always will.”

  “I know, Mom. You know what?” he asks as I see him run his little hand over her cheek.

  She shakes her head and runs her hand over his dark hair. He looks so much like her, only a male version. “What, Baby?”