KNOCKED UP BY THE HITMAN

by Nicole Fox

  “I’m always in the mood when I’m around you, Bambi. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe I get to keep you.” He slowly worked at the buttons on my shirt, exposing my body inch by inch. His curly hair dusted the delicate skin of my throat.

  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the thrill of the cool air against my skin. His lips were a warm contrast as they gently caressed the tops of my breasts, and he reached around behind my back to unhook my bra. He pulled it away and tossed it on the floor, suckling and biting on my nipples until they were pert buds. His hands massaged my breasts, worshiping them, owning them.

  “Mmm, this isn’t fair. I’m not getting to enjoy you.”

  “Don’t worry. Even if we don’t find the time now, we can always do this again later.” My pants came next. He flicked off my belt and yanked my jeans down, his lips moving down my stomach to dive in between my legs.

  “Oh!” I tensed for a moment and then relaxed, spreading my legs to give him access. Snake ran his tongue over me, flicking it like his namesake. He explored my core, kissing and licking me into a frenzy. He paused just long enough to rip his shirt off over his head, revealing his strong shoulders and lean torso. I could feel him moving as he removed the rest of his clothes, but he never stopped what he was doing to me. One hand slid underneath me to cup my ass, and he clenched his fingers around me. With his other hand, he slowly slid one finger inside me.

  I gasped, overloaded with pleasure. I began to tremble inside, and my leg muscles did the same. “Oh, Snake. You’re too good to me.”

  “No such thing.” His voice vibrated against me, encouraging me even more. I bucked my hips against him instinctively, pressing myself against him and begging for more.

  He ran the flat of his tongue up the entire length of my pussy and put a second finger inside me. Electric tingles shot through my body. I quaked in his grip, biting my tongue to keep from crying out. I whimpered my pleasure to him until I couldn’t stand it. My muscles tensed and relaxed so quickly that it was making me dizzy. It felt so good, but I needed my body to calm down for a minute.

  “Stop,” I whispered. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”

  He shook his head and worked his tongue faster, touching me in all the right places. “I want to show you just how much I like pleasing you. I want to make you come over and over again.”

  My hands clutched at the sheets, bunching them up and making them pop off two corners of the mattress. “Oh, you are. Trust me, you are. But you’ve got to let me have a turn at you. I want to make you happy.” I pushed at his shoulders to make him stand up.

  Finally giving in, Snake gave me one last lick. I slid off the bed and went right to my knees, looking up at him as I took him in my mouth. With that dark hair and his sleek muscles, he was so strong and sexy. He was hard as a rock and huge, just the way I liked him. I sank my lips all the way down his cock, running my tongue down to caress the very base of it. He moaned and threw his head back, bringing his hands up and running them through my hair. He gathered it into a rough ponytail and twisted it in his grip.

  A thrill surged through me. I knew Snake would never do anything to hurt me or that I was uncomfortable with, but when we were in the bedroom I was more than happy to let him own me. He pulsed in and out of my mouth, pulling my hair and sending tingles through my breasts. I gripped them in my own hands, completely turned on.

  “Pleasure yourself,” he whispered. “I want to know that you’re getting off on this, too.”

  I was, but I followed his orders. There was nothing better than having that hard dick in my mouth and hearing the noises I could make come out of him, but I slipped one hand down between my legs and caressed the same area he had been working on only a moment ago. I was still so wet for him, and I wanted to tell him but I couldn’t. I wasn’t willing to let go of him. It didn’t take long, since I’d already come once. I felt my inner walls pulse around my finger, and I sucked harder.

  “That’s it, baby. You get yours.”

  I opened my throat to let him all the way inside, my shrieks only contained because my mouth was so full. He twisted my ponytail and shoved himself inside me, pulling away just as quickly.

  The next thing I knew, he picked me up and set me on the chair we had positioned at the end of the bed. I leaned back, and he pulled my hips forward so that I was at the very edge of it. Snake grabbed my ankles and set them on each of his shoulders. He pierced me with his shaft, gripping the arms of the chair. I put my hands behind me to grab the back of the chair. The angle was perfect, and I twisted my ankles so that my feet wrapped around behind his head. Snake slid slowly in and out of me, but he picked up speed as he worked. His legs were bent so that he was level with me, but it gave him plenty to push against. Soon enough, he was slamming into me so hard that our skin smacked together audibly, his balls banging against my ass and my tits jumping with every movement. He grunted his satisfaction as his girth grew and he filled me with his seed, collapsing exhausted onto the floor.

  “Still wanting to go on that motorcycle ride?” I teased, watching him with cat eyes from the chair.

  He grabbed the arm of the chair to pull himself up and grinned. “I think I got enough of a ride for now, but don’t go anywhere. I might need you again later.”

  My whole body felt completely relaxed. Every muscle had been so tight and then had suddenly let go, making me feel sleepy even though it was the middle of the day. Even so, I wanted more of him. “I certainly hope so.”

  “Trust me, I will. I’ll need you again, and then again and again and again. I can’t get enough of you, Bambi.” He stood and went to the bedside table, fetching something from the top drawer that he kept palmed as he came back to me. He was on his knees on the floor in front of me, his eyes earnest. “And not just for sex. I need you as a lover, but also as a friend and the mother of our child. I need you as my wife.” Snake opened his hand to reveal a small velvet box, and he lifted the lid to show me the diamond ring inside. “Will you marry me?”

  My heart thundered even harder than it had during our lovemaking. I pressed my hand to my bare chest to still it, but it was no good. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes, and I just shook my head for a moment because I couldn’t speak. “Oh, Snake,” I finally whispered. “Of course, I will.”

  My husband-to-be slipped the ring on my finger, and I turned it slightly so that the light danced against it. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

  Snake pulled me to my feet and held me close. “So are you.” He kissed me, gently at first but growing more passionate as our tongues twirled together. Our naked bodies were pressed against each other, hiding no secrets, and it was soon evident that he wasn’t yet done with me.

  He laid me on the bed once again, but it was completely different this time. Snake slid back and forth slowly, his hips dipping and pulsing gently as he looked into my eyes. We weren’t doing anything wild or kinky, but a white light filled my body and sparked in my vision. I simply couldn’t exist without him. My body pulled him inside and gripped, refusing to let go of this wonderful thing I had found. I cried out softly as tears of joy ran down my cheeks.

  Snake kissed them away as he finished, barely holding himself back as his body became rigid on top of mine. We lay together afterwards, our arms twined gently yet possessively around each other’s bodies. I buried my head in his shoulder and heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction.

  “You know,” he said, his deep voice rumbling against me. “In the Warriors, you would have been called my old lady. It means someone you care deeply about, who’s just as much a part of the club as her man is. The term itself doesn’t really suit you, but the sentiment does. How do you feel about that?”

  I snuggled in closer, so content with my life. “You can call me whatever you want as long as I’m yours.”

  THE END

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  HIS SEED: Satan’s Sons MC By Nicole Fox

  HE’S GOT THE GIFT I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED.

  And he’s about to give it to me…

  All of it.

  All of him.

  All. Night. Long.

  I play with fire for a living.

  But Wheeler Blake is hotter than anything I’ve ever touched before.

  He stands out in the front row of my performance.

  There’s no one else like him.

  With those tats, those muscles, and those eyes that seem to strip me naked right then and there…

  I can’t help but notice him.

  And I know for a fact that he’s noticed me, too.

  Because I didn’t expect to end my evening on the back of his bike.

  But once Wheeler gets an idea in his head, there’s no turning back.

  He doesn’t just want one taste, or one night.

  He wants to give me the one thing I’ve been missing my whole life.

  But a man like him comes with demons on his trail.

  And Wheeler’s demons are looking for any way they can to hurt him.

  Unfortunately, their sights have landed on me.

  To be more specific, they’ve landed on Wheeler’s baby in my belly.

  I’ve danced with fire for a long time.

  But it wasn’t until now that I truly got burned.

  Prologue Ember

  That morning started out like any other. I woke up before everyone else and made my way sleepily into the front of the tiny trailer that I shared with my mother and my rowdy three brothers. It was still a little dark outside, the sun barely even peeking over the horizon. I was the only one in my family that was a morning person. I could wake up before the sun and stay up long after it had gone down. It made solitary mornings possible, though there was little comfort in the solitude.

  The dining room table was covered in bills—past due notices on the utilities, cards that my mother had taken out in the hopes of paying for things that we needed, doctor bills for my mother.

  The list went on.

  And on ...

  I made my coffee as usual, running my fingers over the envelopes stuffed full of letters from people telling us what we owed them and knowing that neither myself nor my mother had the money to pay them—at least not as swiftly as the bill collectors would like. There were simply too many expenses and they just kept getting more and more extreme as time went on.

  I sighed. I would need to leave soon—pretend like I was going to class when in reality ...

  My stomach clenched a little nervously. A stripper. I was going to audition to be a stripper. My friend, Melany, had brought up the idea to me when I’d had to drop out of school. I simply could keep up with the expenses for it and neither could my mother and father.

  “Strippers make, like, so much money!” she exclaimed. “You’ll be able to work and save a bunch—enough even to help out with your family or even go back to school!”

  It was a lofty idea, and I didn’t know how accurate that was actually going to be. Eyeing all the bills on the table, however, I knew that this wasn’t something that I was going to be able to back out on. Mom didn’t make much more than pennies, it felt, cleaning people’s houses. Dad didn’t work and was never around as it was, anyway.

  I finished my coffee and got ready before any of my siblings woke up. It was easy to leave without waking anyone up; being the only girl, I got the second bedroom all to myself. There were perks to being female.

  I was out as the sun was just rising, in time to make it to the bus stop not too far from our little home. It was early on a Saturday morning; people weren’t out and about yet, so I had the shabby little shop to myself. It gave me time to get my head together; I was so nervous. My heart pounded in my chest.

  Would I be good enough? I was athletic, sure. Always in good shape, and I had always had good rhythm but this was ... so different. This was dancing and taking off clothes and while I wasn’t shy, it wasn’t like I had stripped before, either.

  I shook my head, getting on the bus. Now wasn’t the time to back down or have regrets.

  The ride across town wasn’t very long, and it was nice and quiet since there was only one other person on the bus with me, and they had headphones shoved into their ears and a hoodie drawn high up over their head. I didn’t even see what the person looked like.

  When I got off the bus, I still had a couple of blocks to go. I wished that I had something warmer to wear—it was chillier than I thought it was going to be, but that was my fault, I supposed. I hugged my body, trying to keep in the warmth.

  I didn’t notice the group of people until they were calling out to me.

  “Hey! Hey you! With the fire hair!”

  My brows furrowed as I turned around. It wasn’t a comment that I wasn’t used to; my hair was a shade of red that a lot of people referred to as flames. Bright and deep and wildly curly—untamable just like fire.

  The women stood around a little makeshift fire pit down an alley that I had almost passed. That in itself was kind of suspicious. Living near the city had taught me not to trust strange people down weird alleyways calling out to you. That tended to get you robbed, or worse.

  “Um ... Yeah?” I kept my eyes on them, my eyes falling to the woman in the middle. She was impossibly pretty with thick black hair and wide green eyes. There were two other women with her, spinning what looked like ... wires or strings or something with balls of fire at the ends. They had music playing.

  Definitely weirdos.

  The main woman waved me over.

  “Hey. Fire hair. That shade natural?” she asked me curiously.

  “... Yes ...?”

  She laughed.

  “I told you, Delilah. You can’t get hair that shade of fire out of a bottle. You have a name, Fire Hair?”

  This was getting weirder and weirder.

  “It’s Ember.”

  The woman laughed again, looking over to the girl that she had called Delilah. She continued twirling her fire, dancing around, moving her body in sensual rolls. It was almost mesmerizing, but I wasn’t given a lot of time to admire.

  “Even your name fits. That’s amazing. Your mama name you that on purpose?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  She eyed me up and down, like she was trying to figure something out. I was getting more and more nervous. What was the likelihood that I had stumbled on some sort of alleyway human trafficker or organ pawner or something?

  “Say, Ember, where are you going this early in the morning? Nothing good here is open this early.”

  “Um ...” I started to back away a little.

  “Oh, no, no, don’t leave! I promise I’m not weird.”

  Right.

  “I have a work interview,” I said, figuring that would answer her fine without copping to the fact that my ‘interview’ was for ... a strip club. My precaution didn’t do too much, however; the woman raised a brow.

  “You’re going down to the club, aren’t you? They’re the only people that ever have ‘interviews’ this early so they can roll in new girls for the evening shifts ...” I blushed. I didn’t want to admit to her that that’s was what was going on.

  “Oh, pretty thing, don’t be shy!” she said. She waved me over. “Come here, would you?”

  I was hesitant. I didn’t know this woman. I didn’t know what she wanted. I had an interview. Audition. Whatever. I shouldn’t be here ...

  There was something compelling, though, about the sincere way that she beckoned me over. About the fire that blazed in the pit with her and her comrades. About the way that the two other women just kept dancing and dancing with their fire.

  It was like my feet just carried me over there of their own volition. I couldn’t stop it. I walked up to the woman, compelled and nervous but not running away.
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  “You have such pretty fiery hair,” she said. “Delilah.” The woman waved her over.

  Delilah stopped her dancing and walked over to us. She tilted her head at me in interest before she looked to the other woman.

  “Yeah?”

  “Doesn’t she look like she should be handling fire and not dancing for a bunch of gross, gropey men?” the woman said, a conspiring smile on her face. “That complexion, that hair, the shyness—but I bet there’s something more under all that, too, isn’t there, Ember?”

  “Um ... not really ... no ...” This was all so sudden. I didn’t know what to think, but I didn’t tell the woman to back off when she took the flames from Delilah and got in my space to hand them over to me. I took them, bewildered, wondering what on earth this woman was doing. She stared at me again with that calculating look, as though she were measuring me up, sizing my worth.