He Doesn’t Care: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Motorcycle Club Romance (Fourstroke Fiends MC)

by Naomi West

  Blue giggled, unable to fight him off and not willing to try. “What are you doing?” she asked as he spread her legs and pulled her ass toward the edge of the machine.

  Torque kissed her again, but more passionately than he had back at the tattoo shop. His lips were soft but demanding. “I want my tongue inside that pussy of yours. I want to taste the sweetness of your body. I want to make you come until you’re dripping down my chin.”

  A surge of electricity shot through her body. “You keep talking to me like that and I will be.”

  Torque buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicking her very center. Every muscle in her body responded, tightening and relaxing at intervals until it made her dizzy. Blue brought her legs up until she had them wrapped around his neck, and she splayed her fingers out on the cold metal of the washer. One thick finger slid inside her, then two, and she knew she wasn’t long. “Get inside me,” she commanded in a whisper.

  But Torque wouldn’t stop. His fingers only worked faster, bringing her body to a frenzy. Blue screamed and tightened her thighs around his head, not caring if any of the neighbors were home to hear them. His tongue was hot and wet, and his fingers knew just what to do.

  “I can’t stop,” he finally said when he stood up. He scooped her up and carried her into the house. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Blue batted her eyelashes at him. “Are you taking me up to the bedroom like a gentleman?”

  “Hell, no,” he replied as he laid her down on the carpeted stairs. He pulled off her top and threw it over the banister, his hands kneading her breasts as he stared down at them with admiration. “We haven’t been in this house for very long, and I want to make love to you in every single room of it while I have the chance.” His mouth closed on her nipple and he sucked hard, sending another jolt through her body.

  Throwing her hands behind her head in surrender, Blue couldn’t remember ever feeling so wanted. Torque helped her take care of the baby, even taking his turn getting up in the middle of the night with her. He made sure there was always food on the table and that the bills were paid. He refused to let her put any of her money from tattooing toward the household bills, insisting instead that she tuck it away in savings for the baby or that she spend it on something nice for herself. Most of all, he never stopped showing her that he wanted her. Sometimes the evidence came in between the sheets and other times it was just a certain look in his eyes, but she always knew.

  When Torque had thoroughly kissed every square inch of her breasts, he moved his lips down the plane of her flat stomach and slipped the side of his tongue slowly down her slit. Blue’s body convulsed, her muscles beginning to spasm again immediately. Torque took this as his signal to continue, his tongue and his fingers knowing the way well by now.

  “That’s not fair,” she gasped. “I’m going to come again.”

  He paused only long enough to reply, “What’s not fair about that? Sounds like exactly what I want.”

  “But I want you to come,” she protested.

  “Trust me,” Torque growled, “I’ll get mine.” He licked and stroked until she was screaming again, her voice echoing through the stairwell.

  The next thing Blue knew, she was in his arms again. “Where to now?”

  “Everywhere.” He took her down the hallway to the living room and set her down on the couch, ready to bring her to her peak once again.

  But Blue pushed him back and got on her knees in front of him. She looked up at the massive man as she undid his fly. “You’ve had plenty of fun. I think it’s my turn now.” He didn’t argue as she stripped him of his clothing, tossing his jeans over the back of the couch and his shirt somewhere in the corner near the television. Blue had always appreciated his proportions, and she sank his member between her lips.

  Torque’s hands caressed her hair as she buried him all the way until his head touched the back of her throat. Blue flicked out her tongue to touch the base of his shaft, and he groaned with pleasure. She sucked hard as she pulled back slowly, wanting to make him feel the same things she had felt in the garage and on the stairs. His clutch on her became more desperate, and she could hear his breath come faster. She liked to know that she turned him on, and his sighs of pleasure just made her drive harder to give him the best damn blowjob in the universe.

  Torque’s hands brought her hair into a makeshift ponytail at the back of her head, and he pulled it tight. His hips bumped against her gently as she fondled his balls in her hands and circled his root with her fingertips. Her saliva had coated everything, making him hot, wet, and hard as a rock. He gave another slight thrust with his hips and roared his frustration. “I can’t control myself when you do that. I just … You make me want to … Argh!”

  She pulled back and smiled up at him. “Then do.” Blue moved to the wide, cushioned ottoman and lay down on it. As she grabbed his thigh and pulled him close, he understood what she meant. Torque straddled her with his knees and lowered himself into her mouth once again.

  He moved up and down slowly at first, and she kept her lips tight around his organ. “Are you sure?” he asked huskily.

  Blue couldn’t talk with her mouth full, but her attempt sent a vibration through the biker that drove him wild. He slammed himself into her face, burying his cock and yanking it back out again. She brought her hands up and scratched her fingernails down his ass cheeks. His balls curled up toward his body, ready to shoot out a load, but Torque pulled back. “Jesus, Blue. You feel so good. I don’t know if I’m going to make it through every room in the house.”

  “Good. Then that means we’ll just have to keep trying.”

  She had teased him, and it only brought out more of the animal inside him. He carried her bodily to the dining room, where he bent her over the dining table. His fingers firmly caressed her ass, just as they had in the garage, but this time he entered her.

  As many times as Blue had already come, it still felt so good just to have him inside her. His girth filled her channel, making her body bend and arch in ways that she never did any other time in her life. Torque grabbed her by the hair again, twisting it into a rough shank around his hand as he pulled back on her with every thrust. He was dominant, he was in control, and she loved it. Torque was the only one she would trust with her life and with her body, and she wanted him to do his will.

  But he had an agenda, and no matter how good their lovemaking felt, it was time to move on. He picked her up, turned her around, threw her over his shoulder, and headed down to the bathroom. Torque set her on the cold counter and plugged her, watching his dick as it moved in and out of her. “One of these days,” he said, the ardor clear in his voice, “I’m going to put you in that shower and rub my soapy hands over every inch of your body.”

  She sighed lustily, knowing it would feel just as good as it sounded. “Promise?”

  “Fuck, yes.” His eyes closed as he lost himself in the motion. “I want to do it right now, but you aren’t going to let me. Your body feels too good.”

  Her core jumped, threatening to come again.

  “Oh, no, you don’t.” He picked her up once again. “I love to see you get yours, but that’s just going to make me come.” Torque turned back into the hallway and went around to the stairs.

  “Isn’t that a good thing?”

  “I’m not ready yet. There’s at least one more thing I want to do.” He practically ran up the stairs with Blue in his arms.

  She felt like she was flying, and a shudder of delight ran through her body when they reached the landing and Torque kicked in the door to their bedroom. He carried her to the bed like a medieval warrior king carrying his prize, but he laid her so gently between the sheets that he surprised her. Torque kissed her as he mounted the bed and slowly spread her legs. His eyes stared down into hers with such intensity that she couldn’t look away.

  Entranced by this softer, gentler side of him, Blue smiled. “What’s this all about?”

  He hovered above her, caressing
her face, studying her eyes and her mouth. “I love to get rough with you, Blue. I love the way you respond to me when we’re going crazy. I love that we can be complete animals with each other. But I don’t want you to ever forget how special you are to me. We can fuck each other all we want to, but at the end of the day, I just want to make love to you.” He entered her again, but slowly, meaningfully, sheathing himself inside her for safekeeping.

  Blue wrapped her legs around his tapered waist, allowing him to go as far inside her as possible. She wanted every bit of him, physically, mentally, emotionally. He was everything to her, and the baby they had made together was only proof of that. She felt their bodies intertwine, but she couldn’t close her eyes this time. She wanted to see the need in his eyes, the urgency, the honesty.

  Just as she knew in her heart how much she loved Torque, her body knew it as well. A tension built in her body, increasing with every slow thrust until it built into a ball of desire in her chest and exploded outward through her muscles. Blue undulated around him in waves of delight, pulling him in even farther.

  His member responded, his girth expanding and his hips suddenly moving faster. His arms slackened underneath him as they both climbed to the pinnacle of their ecstasy. Blue moaned, panting as he filled her. Torque shuddered and collapsed, his body spent.

  They lay together in bed afterwards. Blue’s head was on his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest and stomach. His hand stroked her hair, moving down occasionally to tap rhythmically on her shoulder or trace a line down her spine.

  “What are you thinking?” he asked when she laughed softly to herself.

  “Well,” she replied demurely, “I was just adding up in my head all the places we missed.”

  “Oh? I didn’t know there were that many.”

  She counted them off on her fingers. “There’s the kitchen. I think if it was night and we had the lights off, we could get away with doing it on the screened-in patio. We completely skipped the guest bedroom.”

  “Anything else?” he asked derisively.

  Blue screwed up her face as he looked at the ceiling. “The hallway. Maybe some of the closets would work.”

  “If you want to get technical about it.”

  She giggled. “I do. Trust me, I really do.”

  “Damn. I guess I should have bought a smaller house. I’ll never be able to get that all done in one day before you make me come, but I’m not complaining.”

  “You can always make another appointment with me if you want to try again.” Blue pulled herself up on one elbow so she could look at him properly. He really was one hell of a handsome man. He was so tall and so muscular, like a god. She knew that even if he hadn’t been so attractive, she would have had no choice but to be with him. He was perfect for her. “I’m so glad I have a family with you,” she said softly.

  He pulled her over his chest so that he could kiss her once again, tenderly, lovingly. “Me, too. I never thought I would, not with the way I had been living. I wasn’t even too sure of how Acer would feel about me moving out of the clubhouse and reducing my time with the clan, but he just smiled and smacked me on the shoulder. I think he likes you.”

  “He just likes my work,” Blue countered. “Did he tell you he made another appointment after I fixed his arm?”

  Torque shook his head and grinned. “I’m not surprised. What’s he getting this time?”

  “He wants the Ace of Spades down his left calf, and he tells me he has plans for the Jack of Diamonds on the right.” She had already started on the sketches, eager to fill out Acer’s collection.

  “That sounds like him,” Torque replied. “I don’t know what I want for my next one just yet, but I do have my artist picked out.” He kissed her nose.

  “Sounds good to me. Speaking of, we’ve been gone for a while.”

  Torque got up, the sheets sliding off his naked body and revealing it in all its glory. Blue let herself admire his strong legs, his muscular ass, his flat stomach, and his wide shoulders. His deep black tattoos complemented it all, and she could see now that the new tattoo in honor of his daughter would only make it better.

  His arms rippled as he held out a hand to help her off the bed. “Let’s go get our girl.”

  THE END

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  The more her nails scrape down my tattooed back…

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  So he can put his baby inside me.

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