After Bruce sent the text to Dante, he would have told Ryker immediately. And Ryker being the kind of man he is – a straight arrow – would have called it into the police in the amount of time it took to pull his cell out and dial the number. Not to mention, Dante is without a doubt on his way here as we speak.
“Miss,” the man says, placing his hand gently on my forearm. “Are you sure that you’re okay, that is?”
“Absolutely,” I answer, giving him my best imitation of an award winning smile.
“Okay, then,” he mutters, not sounding convinced in the slightest.
I watch him jog off in the direction he last saw his dog before yanking the car door open and peering inside. Good, Bruce is right where I left him.
“In answer to your question, I’m righting the balance of power in our relationship, Bruce.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Essentially, it means that I’m detaining you until the police arrive. But hopefully, prior to that, Dante, Ryker – and whoever else they deign to bring with them – will show up and teach you what happens to men who stupidly kidnap women that have friends with guns that know how to use them.”
Bruce grunts, straining against his bonds as a late model Ford pickup skids to a stop parallel to us. Dante is out of the truck and dragging me into his arms before Ryker can even remove the key from the ignition.
“Jesus, baby. You scared the absolute shit out of me,” he breathes into my neck.
Wrapping my arms around his middle, I lean into Dante and inhale deeply. Tonight could have turned out very differently. I could have been lost to Dante permanently and him to me. But whether it’s considered naïve or not, I don’t care. I believe in fate, and tonight it intervened so that I could end my day in the arms of the man I was destined to belong to from the moment I took my first breath.
“I love you, Dante,” I smile into his chest, feeling him shudder as his arms imperceptibly tighten around me.
“Mine,” is the one word I get in response, but it tells me everything I need to know so I’ll take it. And him. Forever After.
EPILOGUE
~ Dante ~
“On your knees,” I command, using my fist tangled in her hair to guide Faye to the floor. Once she’s positioned exactly where I want her, I growl, “You know what to do next, baby. Be a good girl and take me deep,”
Kneeling between my spread thighs, Faye slowly unknots the towel around my waist. She moves in closer, running her nose along my shaft before gripping the base and taking the head of my long, thick, leaking cock into her mouth.
Faye’s wickedly talented tongue rims my tip, then begins lapping at the pre-come steadily dripping into her waiting mouth. Moaning as she gets the first taste of my come today, Faye increases the depth she taking me and her speed until she’s practically swallowing me whole.
With one hand still firmly lodged in her hair, I use the other to cradle her cheek and tell her,
“When you get back up to the head use your teeth on me, gorgeous.”
Following my instruction to the letter, on the upward glide, Faye’s teeth nip at the highly sensitive flesh where the tip of my cock meets the shaft. Shards of pain mixed with intense fucking pleasure has my dick hardening and growing thicker, and my balls pulling up tight, ready and waiting to explode.
Thrusting further into her warm, wet mouth, Faye’s throat convulses around me, making me hiss,
“Where do you want it; mouth, tits, ass, or cunt?”
Whimpering, Faye manages to murmur,
“Mouth. Definitely in my mouth.”
“Not getting off without taking you with me, baby.” Pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop, I fist my cock and start jacking off while Faye watches on with rapture.
Inserting two fingers into her glistening pussy, Faye starts to fuck herself but doesn’t once take her eyes off the movement of my hand shuttling up and down my shaft.
“That’s just insulting, gorgeous,” I growl, working myself faster. “Two fingers don’t come close to how thick my cock is. Try four. Shove them as deep as you can inside your perfect pussy, and use your thumb to play with your pretty, little clit.”
Faye licks her lips, concentrating hard on attempting to fit almost a full fist inside her pussy. I watch with avid interest and pre-come rolling down my shaft as Faye’s pussy lips stretch wide, and the tight little hole made solely for taking my dick sucks her digits deep.
Fucking hell! That has got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Faye’s inner thighs are slick with her thick cream. The hood covering her clit is pulled back, allowing me to look my fill at the swollen, pink nub beneath. Her skin is flushed from the tips of her blush-colored nipples all the way up to her cheeks.
Slicking my thumb through a bead of come, I swipe it across Faye’s lips.
“I’m going to work my dick for you, baby, but I need you to open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me.”
“Dante. Honey,” she moans, still plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt.
“Do it, Faye. If you’re a good girl, later I’ll fuck your ass while you’ve got that nine-inch glass cock you love shoved up your cunt,” I grunt as the first drop of my come lands on her outstretched tongue.
“Please, Dante. Fuck, I’m going to come,” she cries, slamming all four fingers into herself as deep as they can go.
“If you close that beautiful mouth of yours and I come on your face, I’m going to spank your ass while I fuck it, but I won’t be getting you off afterward,” I warn, watching as Faye’s eyes widen in disbelief.
Good. I’m glad we understand each other.
Faye’s orgasm slams into her with the force of a freight train, leaving her panting, flushed, and trembling between my thighs. But throughout one of the most intense climaxes I’ve ever seen her have, she doesn’t once close her mouth.
Seeing her juices covering her fingers, palm, and dripping down her wrist when she finally removes them from her sated pussy, I demand,
“Don’t waste your sweet come, baby. Hold your hand up for me so I can taste you while you taste me.”
Complying immediately, Faye lifts her arm toward my head, so that I can suck all four fingers slowly into my mouth. Jesus, she tastes so fucking good. So goddamn sweet.
“Are you going to let me paint your tits too, gorgeous?” At her nod, I grin wolfishly. “You like walking around smelling me on you all day don’t you, baby?” Again she nods, but this time more fervently. “You know what I love? That every time you talk to another man, he can smell my come on you too. It lets those fuckers who stare at your tits know you’re taken. That you’ve got a man in your life who’s possessive enough to mark what’s his.”
Faye’s thighs quiver as the first rope of my come hits her tongue.
“You’re mine, Faye. And I’m about to claim every inch of you.”
Emptying half my load into her mouth, I pull back and spray the rest across her chest, loving how it slowly travels over the globes of her tits and pools in the valley between them.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” Faye screams, finding the friction she needs to achieve her second orgasm by simply rubbing her legs together.
Feeling the last jet of come leave the head of my cock, I command,
“Rub it in, baby. And don’t forget your nipples. I want to see them shining with my come by the time you’re finished.”
Doing as she’s told, Faye cups her perfect tits and uses her thumbs to spread my jizz across her nipples, circling them repeatedly to make sure every inch is covered.
*****
Hours later, finally sated and lying flat on my back in our bed with Faye draped across my chest, I ask,
“So, when were you planning to tell me you’re carrying my baby?”
Faye jolts in my arms but doesn’t try and shift away from me. I wouldn’t let her even if she did, but it’s a good thing she didn’t because that would earn her another spanking. This one she wouldn’t enjoy half as m
uch as the one I gave her an hour ago, though.
Chuckling at her shocked expression, I mutter,
“What, you didn’t think I’d find out? I know your body better than you do, gorgeous. Your nipples are more sensitive, your tits are fuller, you’re always sleeping when you aren’t working or taking my cock, and you throw up almost every fucking morning. It wasn’t hard to figure out, baby. But my question to you is, why didn’t you say something when you found out?”
By my estimate, Faye has to be at least, fourteen, if not, fifteen weeks pregnant, that’s why I’m relatively confident she kept it from me. Not that it matters. I’m fucking over the moon she’s got my baby inside her, regardless that we’re not married yet which means her dad may possibly kill me.
Faye and her mom, Zara have been planning our wedding since I proposed to Faye three weeks ago. I had the ring and took her out to dinner, but my proposal wasn’t delivered by way of a question. More like a demand without the option of saying no. Thank fuck, Faye said yes, though, because if she hadn’t, I would have probably dragged her ass down to the local courthouse and got the deed done while she was still under the influence of whatever sedative I gave her.
“I didn’t…I mean…I wasn’t keeping it from you because I didn’t want to tell you; I just didn’t know how,” she stammers with an adorable pout.
Stroking down the length of her spine, I stop when I get back to her hip and roll us so that we’re on our sides, facing each other.
“You thought I was going to freak the fuck out, didn’t you,” I grin, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“Yes, that may have been one of the alternatives that crossed my mind,” Faye scowls.
“Well, you’d have been wrong. I’m fucking ecstatic. We’re having a baby, and what makes it even better, is that I probably knocked you up on the first go.”
Huffing in exasperation, Faye flops onto her back.
“Only you, Dante, would be proud of impregnating your girlfriend at the same time you relieved her of her virginity.”
This is most likely true, but it doesn’t change the facts. I have super sperm that comes fully equipped with homing beacons and laser guided sights set on a direct path to Faye’s uterus.
“When we tell your parents, how about we leave that part out, and just go with the standard, ‘guess what, we’re having a baby’ line,” I suggest, genuinely fearful that my death would not be pleasant or swift if Faye said any of that to her dad.
“I’ll think about it,” she shrugs, snuggling back into my side.
Oh, shit!
~ Faye ~
Three years, nine months, and a handful of days later…
“That kid is a freaking menace to society, and he’s only just turned three,” Harleigh tells me as if I didn’t already know.
“Remind me again why I hired you?” I snap while at the same time trying to wrangle an uncooperative child out of the swimming pool which is quite simply on the verge of having a thermonuclear meltdown of epic proportions.
“Let’s go with because I’m awesome, and you don’t know how to fire me without hurting my feelings,” she winks.
Hmm, she could be right about that. No, not really. In truth, Harleigh is a godsend.
On one of many trips Dante and I took home, I burst into a flood of hormonal tears and snot – and possibly other bodily fluids I don’t want to admit to – Dante promptly told me that if I didn’t agree to hire an assistant, I was being put on maternity leave. Effective immediately. Enter Harleigh; my savior who comes with the added bonus of being a naturally gifted child whisperer.
Now, while I was overjoyed one of my best friends would be working side by side with me on a daily basis, someone else was not. In fairness, that’s not an entirely accurate description of how not okay, Lyric was with Harleigh leaving him. A better way to describe Lyric’s opposition to Harleigh’s decision would be furious, livid, incensed, or enraged; take your pick, all of them fit the bill.
It took Dante, my brother, Drake, Harleigh’s brother, Dexter, and Lyric’s brother, Luca to stop Lyric from throwing Harleigh over his shoulder and carrying her off to his man-cave where she would be held prisoner, never to be heard from or seen again.
Everyone thought that after the initial shock subsided, Lyric would come around, but nothing could have been further from the truth. His surly attitude only seemed to intensify as the days leading up to Harleigh’s departure drew closer. But watching Lyric mourn the loss of his best friend, his soulmate, wasn’t what broke my heart.
No, my heartbreak was reserved for when I saw the look of disdain on Lyric’s face as he gave Harleigh an ultimatum outside her house on the day we were due to leave. Four years later, I still remember it like it was yesterday, no matter how hard I’ve tried to erase it from my memory.
*****
“Hails, wait,” Lyric shouted, swinging his leg over his bike.
Harleigh’s face lit up at the sight of him, but the expression she wore wasn’t one that signaled she was just happy to be able to say a proper goodbye to her best friend. No, this was a look of sheer, unadulterated joy. A look I recognized instantly because it was one I saw reflected back at me in the mirror every morning.
I realized too late that, Harleigh, the girl who has been like a sister to me was undoubtedly in love with the boy she grew up with. Sound similar? Of course, it does. However, their situation is vastly different to mine and Dante’s.
Where Dante and I spent a lot of time together, we still had our own interests, our own friends, and weren’t as entrenched in the MC lifestyle like Harleigh and Lyric are. They, on the other hand, were two peas in a pod. Born almost exactly two years apart, clubhouse legend says that the moment Lyric laid eyes on Harleigh for the first time, he fell head over heels in love.
From the day Harleigh learned to crawl, they were inseparable. Lyric was a holy terror as a child. According to his mom and dad, Jonas and Blaine, Lyric was incapable of sitting still; he had one speed, and that was full throttle. Unless, of course, your name is Harleigh because with her, it was as if Lyric was a different person altogether.
“Hey chick, you okay? You kind of spaced out on me there,” Harleigh prompts.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I was just thinking is all,” I reply vaguely.
“Mmhmm. What about? Please tell me it was dirty, perverted thoughts about how spectacular Cole looks without a shirt on,” she pleads, fanning herself in an overly dramatic fashion.
Rolling my eyes at her, I snuggle my little man into my chest, praising Jesus he’s finally come down off his sugar high.
“Ah, I think you’re confusing you with me. I’m a happily married woman who has a far better specimen of her own to ogle.”
“Avoidance; a sure fire way to know a bitch is lying,” Harleigh giggles. “Now spill it, sister. I know it had to be heavy because your eyebrows did that little frowny thing they do when you’re trying to sort through something.”
Shaking my head, I confess,
“Honestly, babe, you think you do, but you really don’t want to know.”
“Oh,” she mumbles, apparently correctly guessing the direction my thoughts had traveled in.
Stretching across the distance between us, I take her hand and squeeze it in what I hope is a supportive gesture.
“Harleigh, you need to think about going to see someone to talk about whatever is robbing you of the chance to find happiness.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am happy,” Harleigh insists, but I don’t believe her for a second.
“No, Harleigh, you’re not. Not truly, anyway. You do a good job of hiding it, but when you let the mask slip, it’s blindingly obvious to anyone looking that you’re hurting,” I tell her, scared shitless that I’m overstepping by saying this to her. “It’s been four years, Harleigh. Don’t you think it’s time to answer one of the dozens of calls he makes every week?”
The light in Harleigh’s eyes disappears with my question, and her mouth tighte
ns into a thin line.
“No. No, I really don’t. You were there, Faye. You were there, so you know. You heard what he said, and there’s no coming back from that shit. Not for me. Now do me a favor and just drop it, okay?”
“Not a chance in hell, hellcat,” Dante’s deep rumble sounds from the doorway. “Fuck that. We’ve all been tiptoeing around this shit for too long already, so I’m going to say what my wife is too nice to.”
“Dante, don’t,” I warn.
“I love you, baby, and I love your girl too, which is why she needs to hear this from someone who cares a whole hell of a lot about her and only has her best interests at heart.”
Oh, boy. This isn’t going to end well.
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