His to Take

by Sam Crescent

  “I’m pregnant,” she said. “We’re pregnant.”

  She turned toward him.

  “We’re going to have a baby?” he asked.

  He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. He went to kiss her, but Natalie pulled away. “I need to brush my teeth.”

  Daniel didn’t kiss her. He wanted to, but he knew she would hate that. Stroking her cheek, he smiled at her.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “I am the luckiest guy in the world, do you know that? So fucking lucky.”

  “I think I got just as lucky. Maybe even more so. You could have totally been an asshole.”

  “I could still be an asshole,” he said. “Damn, woman, I love you.”

  He spoke the words that he’d been wanting to say to her for a long time, but simply hadn’t. With work, and everything that had happened, he’d wanted to tell her at exactly the right time, but the life he led, there never was a right time.

  She released a little gasp. “You love me?”

  “Yes, and I’m not just saying that about the fact we’re going to have kids.”

  “I’m pregnant with one baby. We don’t know if it will be twins.”

  “I don’t care. I know we’re going to have lots of them, and we’re going to build a family together, and it’s going to be amazing because you’re amazing. You’re the love of my life, Natalie. It’s why I couldn’t be without you. It’s why I never want to be without you. I love you more than anything else in the world.”

  Tears filled her eyes, and he didn’t want to be responsible for making her cry.

  “Don’t cry,” he said.

  “They’re really happy tears. I’m really happy,” she said. “You love me, and I love you too. I’ve loved you for so long, but I’ve been so afraid to tell you, and now I can’t stop crying.”

  “It’s probably the hormones.”

  “I didn’t want to be part of this crazy life where people killed other people for fun, but I will do anything to be with you. You’re the only man I want, and I love you so much.”

  He pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

  “I want to kiss you, but now I hate that I don’t have any mints.”

  “How about, we tell them the good news, then we leave, and you can brush your teeth, and I can kiss you all night long.”

  “I love the sound of that.”

  Laughing, he took her hand and led her back out to where his friends were waiting.

  “Took you long enough,” Vincent said.

  “We’re pregnant,” Daniel said.

  Cheers went around the table.

  “And we’re going to go and leave. Make this a two-people celebration. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

  He didn’t give them time to talk. As he pulled Natalie out of the bar, his car was already waiting for him. He helped her inside, placing the seatbelt around her and making sure she was secure.

  She giggled. “I’m fine. I’m safe.”

  “Good.”

  He would keep her and his child safe.

  He’d do everything to make sure he had them both.

  ****

  With her teeth now brushed, Natalie made her way back to the bedroom where Daniel caught her around the waist, spinning her to face him.

  His lips were on hers, and she gripped the back of his neck, holding him close. He moved her back until she was pressed against the wall. He took hold of her hands and placed them flat on either side of her head.

  “You’re feeling kinky tonight?” she asked.

  He chuckled. “I want to love every single inch of you.”

  “I’m all yours, Daniel. Every single part of me belongs to you.”

  Daniel took possession of her lips, and it wasn’t long before he touched her neck, sucking on her pulse. She loved it when he kissed her neck, especially when he had a day’s stubble, and it felt so good.

  He didn’t stop there.

  “Keep your hands above your head.”

  She held her hands where he told her, and he tore the negligee from her body.

  He loved her.

  This man. The guy she hadn’t wanted to marry loved her.

  Her feelings for him hadn’t been instant. They had taken time, but the moment she got to know the real man beneath the title, she’d fallen for him hard. The world got to see the bad guy, but she got to see him.

  His lips moved to her breasts, and as she stared in the mirror she watched as he took one nipple into his mouth. His hand cupped the other, pinching the tip.

  “I love your tits. They’re going to get bigger as well.”

  She gasped as he pinched one. He moved toward the one he hadn’t sucked, flicking it with his tongue. His touch set her on fire. She wanted more of him, craved him.

  Her pussy was already soaking wet.

  She wanted him.

  Needed him.

  Was desperate to feel him fucking her.

  Daniel wasn’t in a rush though.

  He took his time, lavishing each nipple until he was satisfied. There was no rushing him. She knew from experience that he loved to drive her wild, to take her to the peak, and push her over the edge. Of course, right now he kept her at the edge, waiting.

  “How is your pussy?”

  “Please, Daniel, I can’t take much more.”

  He knelt on the floor, and she opened her legs. This time, he didn’t make her wait long as his tongue touched her clit. He stroked over the nub and she gasped, her head resting against the wall. The pleasure was already to the point of pain, burning for more, for everything that he had to give her.

  “You taste so good.”

  Daniel moved her away from the wall, walking her back until her legs hit the bed. He followed her down. He pressed two fingers inside her, and his tongue danced back and forth over her clit.

  Gripping the sheet beneath her, she rocked her pussy up against his face, needing him.

  “Please, I can’t take much more. I need it. Don’t stop. Please.”

  He didn’t stop, and when her orgasm came, she was so fucking ready for it.

  Screaming his name, she went over the edge, to the point that stars danced behind her eyes. The pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, and he kept her there, sending her into a second orgasm.

  He didn’t wait for her to come down from this peak though.

  Daniel spread her legs, and his cock glided between her slick folds. He entered her and slammed every single inch within her.

  He took hold of her hands, and he wasn’t gentle to start off. Each thrust seared her to the core, not in a bad way. Her pussy was so wet that as he took her roughly, he filled her with ease.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. This is my pussy, and I love being inside you.” He pressed his lips against hers, and she tasted herself on him, and she didn’t care.

  This was hard, dirty, and everything she wanted.

  He surrounded her. His smell, everything. She was addicted to him, and only him.

  There was no way she ever wanted anyone else.

  This life hadn’t been what she thought she wanted, but she wanted him, and would do everything for him.

  Daniel was her life. He was her soul, and she’d do anything to keep him.

  Suddenly, Daniel slowed down, his thrusts going from frantic to slow. He teased her with his cock, holding her hands to the bed as he pulled all the way out of her. The tip of his cock slid across her pussy, bumping her clit, making her gasp. He slid back inside her.

  “You’re so wet, baby.”

  She felt her wetness leaking from her.

  Daniel clearly relished her arousal, and she refused to be embarrassed by what he did to her.

  “You want my cock.”

  “Yes.”

  He fucked inside her three times, and she cried out, wanting more.

  Daniel took her to the peak, keeping her there, and they danced together, him in charge, like always.

  She didn’t want it to stop, and as
he brought her to a third orgasm, she felt it as he found his own release. His cum filled her pussy, flooding her with his seed.

  He collapsed over her, taking most of his weight so that he didn’t crush her.

  She wrapped her arms around his back and smiled at him.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked.

  “I imagine it’s similar to what you do to me. That was incredible.”

  “I love you,” he said.

  This just made her smile even more. “And I love you.”

  He pushed some of her hair off her face, and he moved, still with his dick inside her, but so that he lay on the bed. He rested his head in his hands, and she touched him, resting her hand on his arm.

  “Was this how you imagined it would be?” she asked.

  “No, I didn’t know how it would be.” He cupped her cheek. “There is no one else I’d rather spend my life with. I hope you know that.”

  She nodded. “I know that.”

  “And I will never stop loving you. You’re the only woman I want, Natalie.”

  “No mistresses then.”

  He shook his head. “None. No woman will ever match up to you.”

  All of her life she’d wanted someone who would love her without restraint, who wouldn’t care what other people thought or saw. After what her mother put her through, a life filled with vile, nasty comments, she’d thought she could handle anything.

  Her mother had nearly broken her, but Daniel was the one who had put her back together.

  Taking hold of his hand, she locked her fingers with his. They were bound together not only in marriage and blood, but also in love.

  “I’m yours, forever, Daniel. I’ll never leave, and I will do everything to make a life with you one that you wish to come home to.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her.

  This time, she felt his love right down to her soul, and knew she’d never give it up, not a chance in the world.

  Epilogue

  Five years later

  “This is our last baby,” Daniel said.

  Natalie looked up at her husband. “You said that after Charlotte, then of course you said it after Dylan, and now you’re saying it again, after Rose.”

  He smiled down at his wife. Yes, their little girl had nearly given him a heart attack. He stood behind Natalie, one hand pressed against her head, breathing in her scent. He loved his kids. They made him want to be a better man, but his wife?

  His love for Natalie was what drove him insane.

  Vincent and Ronnie had gotten him a book on pregnancy, and being the kind of guy that he was, he’d read the damn thing. It was all fine. He knew each week, each little stage, and how big their baby was going to be.

  He’d been there for the kicking, and the heartburn, and of course the long nights when she couldn’t sleep. Every step of the way with each pregnancy he’d been there.

  Then of course, there had been the complications section in the book, and with that, he’d gone and done more research.

  Now, only a slim number of women didn’t survive pregnancy or the birthing stage, but knowing there was a risk, it had driven him crazy with worry.

  Natalie had told him everything would be fine, but the thought of living without her, of possibly having to be with a child that he knew had killed his wife, would have destroyed him. He’d even told Ronnie and Vincent that if anything happened to her, they had to end him. His love for her was that fucking strong.

  With Charlotte’s labor, it had taken a long time, a day, but to him it had lasted weeks. He’d even threatened the doctor that if anything happened to his woman, he’d kill him, and then his family, and then of course, he’d kill him again.

  She took his hand and placed it on Rose’s chest. Their little girl was wriggling about. She’d screamed as they always do, which was a good sound. The doctors had smiled, and then as she was placed in her mother’s arms, Rose had gone quiet.

  “Hello, little girl, our little baby daughter. I’m Mommy, and this is Daddy. Don’t mind him though. He’s a little cranky because you took too long. I know your brother and your sister are going to love you oh, so much, and it’s going to be amazing.” Natalie kissed her head, and then looked up at him. “Hold her.”

  She made him do this each and every time.

  Kissing her lips, he leaned forward and took his little girl in his arms. All the while, Natalie smiled at him. “She’s so perfect,” she said.

  He stared down at his little girl, with her perfect lips, nose, and her eyes, staring up at him.

  There he went. The tightening of his chest. The love that he felt and the protectiveness all came rushing forward for his little baby.

  “And that’s Daddy, Rose,” Natalie said.

  She covered his hand with her own.

  “Well, maybe we could have one more,” he said, seeing the love in her eyes. He couldn’t deny her, would never dream of denying her.

  Natalie rested her head against his arm and giggled. “I know how to get what I want.” She winked at him, and he saw that she was tired.

  Rose gave a little whimper, and he placed her back in Natalie’s arms. She kept sniffing out her breast, and he watched as Natalie placed Rose against her nipple, and their little girl began to nurse.

  “I love you,” Natalie said. “More than anything in the world.” She leaned against him, and he kissed her head.

  “There are no words,” he said.

  He’d lost the words long ago.

  Natalie was his, and she would always belong to him.

  The love he had for her didn’t have any boundaries.

  The End

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  BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER

  THE BIKER’S BABY

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  Gunner stared down at the slut that was licking his dick. She was just a regular club whore who thought she could bag herself an old man or at least a club patch. A lot of his men liked her, but he was finding her a little too bland for his taste. She was twentysomething and had a mouth like a fucking suction cup. Her mouth bored the shit out of him, and he was losing his erection fast. Her blonde hair was dyed, and the feel of it in his hand was greasy as fuck.

  He usually liked to use the club whores. They distracted him from some of the tough decisions he had to make or when he just wanted a few moments of peace. Right now, that wasn’t the case.

  “Get the fuck off,” he said, pushing her away and tucking his dick back into his pants. Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear the anger from his mind, but that didn’t help.

  “I can do better. Please, Prez, I want to please you.” She ran her hands up and down his thighs. Since he was the Prez of the Satan’s Demons MC, they all wanted to please him.

  “If you don’t get the fuck out of my office in the next ten seconds, I’ll make sure that you don’t touch another club dick.”

  She was already scurrying away. Leaning back in his chair, he released a breath. He didn’t know what it was. The young women used to do something for him. He liked their need to please, to make their place known. The men were all over them, including the married men.

  If his men wanted to break their marriage vows, that was on them. When he had been married, he wasn’t a saint. He wouldn’t judge any man on how he lived his life. He had two teenage boys himself, and both of them were fucking nightmares. Even now, in high school, they were constantly after pussy like two horny teenagers usually were. It did fill him with a little pride knowing his boys liked to fuck and were not into hearts and flowers. At least they knew to bag their shit up because he wouldn’t sta
nd for anything less, not in his house. He wasn’t going to have any unplanned brats around his place.

  “You want to tell me why you sent that piece of ass away?” Kent asked.

  He looked up at his VP, who was leaning against the door. “Wasn’t interested.” When it came to Kent, he didn’t trust the man as far as he could throw him, which was one of the reasons he’d made him VP. Keeping his enemy close.

  Kent had wanted to take the Prez’s patch, but when Gunner himself got the patch, Kent seemed to step down. There were times he saw something in Kent’s eyes, and that feeling in his gut never went away, not when it came to this man.

  The MC were strong together, but that didn’t mean there weren’t men who wanted to take his place.

  “I get it. She probably tasted of another man’s cum. From what the guys tell me she does nothing but talk, which is why they’re always putting her mouth to good use.”

  Gunner wrinkled his nose. “I do not need to hear that.”

  “Maybe you’re getting old.”

  “I can fucking take you, so don’t start that shit.”

  Kent burst out laughing, but there was a bitter edge to it. “That’s never in question.”

  “Isn’t it?” He stared at Kent long enough to watch the other man withdraw. So far Kent didn’t have the balls to take him on. “You think I’m ready to settle down.”

  “Or maybe you’ve had your eyes on a certain brunette that comes around sometimes.”

  Gunner stared at the man across from him and didn’t say a word. He knew instantly who he was talking about. Scarlett Williams wasn’t a club whore, nor did she have anything to do with the club. She was a thirty-year-old, sweet as they come, curvy woman who was also the wife of one of the club’s close friends, John.

  Gunner and John had served in the military together. Rather than join the club, John continued his college education and was now an accountant with his own firm in town. He’d once had big plans of city life. That had all ceased when he caught sight of Scarlett. Gunner couldn’t blame him.