by C. M. Steele
“We’re here,” he says calmly, turning off the engine and hopping out. I’m sitting with my dress hiked up and a hot mess when he opens the door. “Come, Mrs. McMann.”
“Was going to…” he cuts off my words with a kiss and carries me out of the truck and up the stairs. He shouldn’t be doing it, but it’s futile to argue with the man.
“You will in a minute. I don’t want any eyes on you. I don’t want anyone see you come. It’s only for me.” Once he hits the alarms, we’re in the door, and he locks it back up. When he turns around, I’m on my knees, looking up at him with parted lips. He bites his, groans, then tips my chin for a kiss. He undoes his badass family crest belt and tosses it on the floor. I reach up and brush my hand over his length as he unbuttons his jeans. After sliding them down past his thighs, I pull his cock from his boxers. The head is dark and covered with his pre-cum. I run my thumb over it, making him shudder. He leans against the door as I swallow the tip. We both moan, and I take him down deeper, slowly gliding my mouth over his length. He’s so big that I can’t fit him all down my throat. But like a good wife, I try. He growls, thrusting his hands into my hair, taking over. I want him to come as much as I want to come. He takes his dick away too soon, but he has me in his arms carrying me to the sofa. With me on all fours, my hands on the armrest. He comes up behind me. I think he’s going to slide in and pound away, but he flips my dress over my back. I feel his tongue slip between my folds. A gasp escapes as he fucks me with his tongue and then he presses his fingers inside me. I can’t take much more. His other hand cups my ass cheek spreading me wider and when I feel his tongue at my ass, I cream. I come so hard that my world shakes.
Chapter 23
Mick
My sanity is gone. I have to fuck her everywhere. I stand up leaving her laying on the edge of the sofa while I take off my pants and boots. I’m buck naked while my hand slides between her pussy soaking it and working my way to her ass. I press one finger inside, and my wife pumps her ass out searching for more. “Hold on, Princess. I need to come in your perfect little cunt first. Then I’ll claim that fat, tight ass next. I promise.” She gives me some more cream as I rub the head against her pussy. I slide my cock into her entrance. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My wife is my home. I lean down and whisper, “You’re going to be fucked good.” I thrust into her, but I have to see her face. I pull out and flip her over. I help her out of the dress and toss it on the floor. It’s in my way, keeping me from her sexy body. Her breasts are wrapped up in a lacy candy red bra that tempts me to fuck her tits, but that’s got to wait. I need to get my wife pregnant. Taking my place back deep inside her heat, I tug down on her bra. I bend down and suck on her hard, dark colored nipples. Her body arches and I grasp her hip, pump once roughly into her. “You’re so beautiful. I want to watch you come again.”
“I don’t think I can,” she moans. I feel her walls clenching, gripping me greedily. She wants more.
“Yes, you can.” I take her lips, kissing her until we’re breathless. Our bodies rock together on the sofa. My cock is so deep in her that I’m sure I’m going to put a kid in her womb. Her cries grow louder as I pick up my strokes.
“More, Ewan,” she begs. I feel her walls sucking me in and then squeeze as she comes. I join her, spraying her womb with my seed.
“I pull out my cock and rub it against her asshole which is relaxed, she clenches a bit as the tip slips past the entrance, but I run my tongue along her pulse, then bite down. Her hands go to my back, hungrily dragging me down to her. I kiss her swollen lips, and she moans as I push past her tight ring, claiming her ass.
“Mick, it feels too damn good. Don’t stop,” she passionately mutters.
“What happened to Ewan?”
“He left. Dirty Mick took his place. Fuck, don’t stop, you hung bastard.”
“Morgan, I’m going to empty my balls in your ass. You want that?”
“Yes, I’m going to come. Shit, fuck me like your dirty little slut.” I grab her hair and tug her head back, sucking on her neck. “Do you like getting fucked in your ass, little girl. Do you want to come knowing I’m doing nasty shit to your innocent body? I can feel how much you like it.” I press my hand between us, teasing her clit. I’m about to come again, and I need her with me.
“Yes, I’m coming, Mick.” She clenches up, and I nearly pass out as I fill her ass with my load. We’re both a sweaty mess as I pull out of her ass.
“We need a shower.”
“Yes, we do,” she whispers, closing her sleepy eyes. I’m so damn in love and tired as fuck.
Chapter 24
Morgan
Mick’s been out of the hospital for a week. His parents spent the last two days with us, but they left back to Ireland because they own a farm and don’t have many people to manage it properly. They have been so worried about Mick and wanted us to go to Ireland. I know I’ll love it, but who knows when we’ll have time.
Between the planning and building of my café, the tattoo shop, and moving from my apartment to his house, we’ve been busy. The Riders moved all my things into the house, refusing to let Mick touch shit, but I had to direct them.
I’ve been calling him Mick a lot more. Every time I say it my pussy clenches. We have fucked in every part of the house, and I can’t get enough. It’s like his dick needs to be in me all the time. We haven’t gone anal again, but damn, I can’t wait for it. I know it’s only because I was so far gone in the throes of passion to be scared of his fucking python in his pants. Seriously, I have to bust out a ruler one day. It’s got to be close to a foot.
I’m standing in the middle of my new store fantasizing about my husband’s thick cock. He’s at the shop getting paperwork in order and organizing his schedule. He can’t do tattoos that take more than two hours yet, but he’s taking in small ones. I’m meeting with the interior designer from a company my brother recommended.
There’s a knock on the door, and I spin around to see a tall guy about my age. “Miss. Steele, hello. I’m Jamie Erickson.”
“Hello,” I stammer. Not because I’m interested, but I don’t think Mick knows Jamie is a guy. “Actually, my name is Morgan McMann.”
“What? The documents all refer to you as Ms. Steele.”
“Yes, well, that was when I first started the project. I’ve recently gotten married.”
“Okay. I’ll make the change. Let’s go over your plans.”
“I like the setup as it is, but it’s the colors and décor. I want this place to look inviting, sleek but not too modern.”
“I understand. So usually browns and greens are the themes. They are relaxing, but I’m thinking a light blue with a dark hardwood all around.”
The door suddenly slams open, and we both pop our heads up from the little binder he brought to see my husband standing there with his fist clenched.
“Jamie, don’t mind my husband. He doesn’t bite anyone but me.” I wink at my husband which quells just a hint of anger. “Ewan, this is the interior designer Jackson sent over.”
“Really, hmm. Well, how long is this meeting going to take?”
“As long as it needs to,” I inform him. He grabs a chair and takes a seat. “Don’t you have a shop to run?”
“Nope, just working on the books.” He crosses his arms. “Continue.”
“Well, Jamie, I do like that idea. What else.”
“I’m thinking you want it to feel like you’re sitting in an open kitchen with the sunlight coming in. Close your eyes and think about what you would like to see. What would you want on the walls? I’m thinking some framed foliage, sketches, or something that draws people’s eyes.” I close my eyes and do just that. I smile to myself because I can picture penciled sketches of classic images like Van Gogh’s Starry Night. I hear a groan come from my husband and I open my eyes to see them both staring at me.
Mick is on his feet and now so is Mr. Erickson, except it’s not by choice. My husband who has recently gotten out of the
hospital has Erickson with one arm twisted behind his back. “Jamie, boy, I think this meeting is over,” Mick mutters, pinning Erickson’s face to the table on top of all his materials.
“Um, yes, sir.” Mick releases him with a little shove. I see him stammering and gathering his things in a mad rush. Jamie’s face is tomato red. As soon as he’s out of the door, Mick locks it, lowering the shades on the door and picture window. He pivots around to stare at me, shaking his head.
He takes his phone out of his pocket and dials a number all the while keeping his eyes on me. “Hey, fuckhead. Brother or not, if you ever send a swinging dick to be alone with my wife ever again, I’ll bust your face.”
“Yes, well. Jamie is a fucking dude, who has a hard-on for Morgan. He’s lucky I let the fucker live.” He ends the call and sits the phone on the table.
“What the hell did I miss?” I ask because I’m feeling clueless. He was cool, and all the sudden shit got crazy, and my husband turned caveman.
“He’s lucky; I get it. You’re fucking sexy. So damn sexy you don’t even know it.” I blush. “You got that guy hard as fuck, he saw what I did—a woman with passion, hungry for something.”
“I wasn’t thinking dirty.”
“No, you don’t have to. Your pleasure shone through you. And I can’t have that. Jamie boy’s lucky that I’m too fucking horny to kill him. Stand up, Mrs. McMann.”
“Why?”
“Did I stutter?” he asks. I get up and stand in front of him. He grabs hold of my waist and lifts me up, carrying me to the unfinished countertop. It’s smooth but still needs the marble top. Grasping the hem of my dress, he pushes it up, then roughly cups my sex. I’m shaking with need instantly. I love the way his green eyes have darkened. He nips at my lip, sucking it into his mouth before kissing me. “You’re mine, Morgan. This…” he grunts, thrusting a finger under my pantie and into my pussy, “belongs to me.”
“Yes, it does,” I agree. My eyes cross, and I toss my head back, planting my hand on the counter. He lets go, then drags my panties off of me. I don’t know what’s coming, but I know it’ll be both of us screaming soon. He spins the chair around and sits on it. With his hands firmly planted on my thighs, he spreads them wider. His nose brushes up into my curls; then he runs his tongue along my seam.
“My pussy,” he growls against my heated cunt. I’m done. He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I come. He doesn’t stop after I come down, he eats me like a damn banquet. I’m so close again when he lifts me off the counter and flips me onto my stomach. I hear his zipper, and I brace my hands on the edge. “Wife, I’m going to leave your pussy and thighs coated with my cum until we shower tonight. I want any swinging dick to know you’re mine.” I feel his thick head at my entrance, and I’m already clenching up. “Hold tight.” He enters, stroking deep inside. I cry out as he hit my womb over and over again. There’s something I need to talk to him about, but it’s going to have to wait. “Fuck, your pussy is so damn tight. I’m going to come. Come with me, wife,” he demands just as I feel his hand spank my ass. And like that, I come on his cock. I feel every single one of his pulses. Damn, I hope my brothers don’t show up. He pulls out and quickly slides my underwear back up my legs, cupping my pussy and holding his cum inside me.
He spins me around and kisses me with the passion of a man in love. “I love you, Ewan, only you,” I murmur.
“I love you to obsession, Morgan. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“No, I’m wonderful.” I watch him as he zippers up his pants putting away that deliciously thick cock of his. Damn, my man is so hot. It’s October, and I feel another heatwave kicking in.
“I need some air, Ewan.”
“Fuck, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just hot in here. Can we go for a walk or do you need to go back?”
“I’m all yours, princess.”
“Okay.” He grabs a bottle of water for both of us from the sliding cooler I have already set up. Taking my hand, we leave the café and lock up. I drink down the entire bottle before we get ten feet.
“Baby, something’s not right,” he insists. Since we’re not keeping secrets, I have to tell him, but I’m not sure how.
I rub his forearm, trying to calm down the panic in his eyes. “Everything’s fine. I’m having a hot flash or something.”
“Aren’t those for older women?” he questions.
“Yes—and for pregnant women as well.” His eyes widen, and he stops us from moving forward. We’re in front of the tattoo shop coincidentally, and I can see Demi and Ash staring at us.
“What? Morgan, are we having a baby?” he hollers, grinning from ear to ear. I love how happy he is.
“Yes, I had it confirmed this morning with Crystal’s doctor.”
“Wait, so you’re like a week or are we talking about our first night.”
“Our first night.”
“I could have left you fatherless.”
“But you didn’t.”
“Damn, I was rough with you right now.”
“Don’t start that. I talked to the doctor about sex. She said as long as I’m not bleeding or beaten, I’m good. I told her we’re newlyweds.” I twinkle my eyes at him.
“Oh, so you’re okay?” he asks wrapping his arms tighter around me. I love the feel of his hands touching me ever so gently and yet thoroughly dominating my body.
“Yes, as long as you are.”
“I’m fucking more than okay. I’ve been wanting to put my baby in you long before I should’ve been thinking that shit.”
“Well, now you did the job,” I say with a big ass grin that stretches to my eyes.
“I think it’s time to celebrate.”
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“Shit, but tomorrow the shop is closed, and we’re going to celebrate.”
“Naked in bed?” I ask.
“That sounds like a great way to celebrate our soon-to-be family.”
“Fine. I’m going back to the café. I have some paperwork to do, and I have to email the interior design firm and ask for a replacement because my husband is a caveman.”
“Damn right.”
“Well, then caveman walk me back to work.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter 25
Mick
It’s been a month since we found out about the baby. The women are eager to set up their nurseries, but they have to wait for us to take them to Dallas. Boomer and I have both been busy trying to get our shit together from the damn bastards. I would love to get my hands on all the other fuckers in their organization.
Morgan’s at home waiting for me to finish up. I’m worried about her being there, but last time I called, Blade made a run around the perimeter. We haven’t had any trouble since the attack that almost ended my life, but we’re still on the lookout. I don’t trust the prospects at the house with her, so only my brothers are allowed to check in on her.
“Demi, you can head out if you want.”
“I’m just cleaning up. How are you feeling? Today you looked a little tired.”
“Yeah, it’s harder than I thought it would be. You know I need more arm strength, but they got the weights so low that I feel it’s not going the way I want it.”
“Take your time, Mick. You’ve got your business, and you have both Ash and me to help anytime.”
“Thanks, Demi.”
“Who’s waiting for you?”
“Rico is out there. Goodnight. Ride safe.” I lock up about ten minutes later, slip on my vest, and hop on my Harley. Today’s the first time I’ve ridden in months. Maybe that’s why my ass is exhausted. I’m beat when I pull through the gates. When I go inside, Morgan’s sleeping on the sofa. Fuck, I’m torn between loving that she’s waiting for me and that my poor wife shouldn’t wait up for me. I bend down and pick her up in my arms.
“Ewan, welcome home,” she murmurs sleepily, curling up against my chest.
“Thank you, princess. Let’s get yo
u to bed.” As I carry her, her robe falls open and my wife has on a skimpy nightgown that goes just to the top of her thighs. Fuck, my dick is stiff, and I’m certainly not that big of an asshole to wake her up. I tuck her in bed, kiss her cheek then head to the bathroom to clean up. We haven’t made love in two days, and I wonder if my woman needs some loving. She’s been going through some rough morning sickness, so I’ve been going to work without our morning romp as she calls it. I’ll try to fuck her nice and thorough before I leave to the shop tomorrow. I don’t want her to feel like I’m neglecting her.
Chapter 26
Morgan
I’m crying again. Shit. I have to stop this before Mick sees. I miss him, and my hormones demand that Mick make it right. I wipe away the tears, but I’m too late.
“Morgan, baby. I’m sorry. Did it hurt?” I’ve controlled most of the vomiting, but I feel lonely.
“I’m fine, Ewan. Aren’t you getting ready to leave?”
“No, I’m taking half a day.”
“A half day?”
“Yes, my wife wore the sexiest nightgown to bed, and I didn’t get to admire it as much as I would’ve liked.” A smile spreads across my face; then the tears start again.
“I’m sorry, Ewan. It’s these damn mood swings. One second, I’m happy, then bitchy, or in tears. I can’t even tell you how much the smell of your deodorant makes me horny.”
“Really,” he says wagging his brows.
“Yes, but it’s not funny. This baby is turning me into a basket case.” I throw my hands up and walk past him and into our bedroom. “Look at me. I’m a mess,” I complain.
“Morgan, you’re not a mess. I’m about to mess you all up though. You are fine as fuck. I need to enter your sweet changing body and ease that fear you have growing.” He grabs his cock through his boxers, rubbing it while staring straight at me. The feral look he wears sends a direct shot to my core. My nipples harden through the silky, pale pink nightie. His eyes move to them, sticking his tongue out and gliding it over his lips.
