Bones smiled. “She’s good.”
“Thank God!” Ryder exclaimed, and pressed his lips to my forehead, before taking Bones to the side. They spoke for a few more moments, and it seemed Ryder was asking more questions, before returning to me. “Let’s get out of here.” He scooped me up.
“I can walk, you know,” I stated dryly.
“I know, but I’m selfish and want you in my arms.”
A smile spread across my face, and I rested my head on his shoulder, giving him this simple act.
We mounted his bike, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight and pressing my cheek to the leather of his cut.
He pulled into his driveway, and I followed him into the house. No questions. After tonight, I realized how precious life was. How the little moments equaled the big moments in the long run. My talk with Pops was something I’ll never forget. And it was time I did as he asked. Ryder needed to know. He deserved to know.
We walked into his living room, and I stopped him before we got any farther. “There’s something I have to tell you,” I said looking deep into his hazel eyes.
“You’re pregnant. I know.”
My mouth practically hit the floor. “You know! How?”
“Bones told me when we found out you were taken. He thought I should know. I guess he figured I’d be a little less reactive if I knew I wasn’t only protecting you.”
“I went to Raven’s Nest to tell you.” Tears pricked my eyes, and he cupped my cheek. “I didn’t want to repeat the past. I took that decision away from you so long ago, and now I have the chance to make it right. Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”
“What do you want to do?”
I wanted to keep it. Have the life I always dreamed of, but never thought I could have. Now I knew I could. This life was dangerous, but it was also made up of loyalty that you could only find in family. A love and devotion so deep, nothing could break it. Any child would be lucky to know love that great. But it wasn’t my choice. Not this time. I shook my head. “No. I chose last time without consulting you. This time, it’s whatever you want.”
Ryder cupped my other cheek, urging me to look into the gorgeous hazel eyes of his. “I want whatever you want. If you want to keep the baby, we keep the baby, and be the best parents we can be. But, if you want to give it up again…I understand. I was so mad at you that I couldn’t see your reasoning. I get it now.”
“No! I get it. I fucked up. This life maybe dangerous and unconventional, but the love and support of the club and our family overshadows all of that. I want this baby. I want us to do it right this time.”
My words were cut off by his mouth crushing into mine. His hands tightened on my cheeks, and his tongue swiped at my crease. I parted my lips, letting him in and relishing in the familiar, delicious assault. He backed me up against the wall and wrapped his strong hands around my thighs, hoisting me up. I locked my legs around him as he ripped my shirt over my head.
I slid my fingers under his cut, and pushed it off his arms, dragging my hands down the hard muscles. He trailed his tongue down my neck, kissing and sucking as he made his way to the crook. I bent my head back, giving her easier access to the sensitive spot.
Even after everything that happened tonight: the heartache, the loss, the fear and panic. Ryder was able to wash it all away with a simple touch of his lips. We had all the time in the world to mourn, but right now I just wanted to enjoy the fact that I was alive and in the arms of the man I loved.
I grabbed his face and covered his mouth with my own, pouring every single feeling that was coursing through me into the kiss. He pushed into me, pressing my back to the wall, holding me up with his weight. He took his hands away from my thighs, and knotted his fingers in my hair, giving me back everything that I was giving him.
Chills racked my body, and I ran my fingers up his chest. A groan rumbled deep in his throat as his fingers dug into my ass. He pulled me away from the wall, and carried me to his bedroom, placing me gently on the bed, and standing back. His hazel eyes roamed my body as he tore his shirt off over his head.
He licked his lips as he undid his belt and tossed it to the side. His eyes became possessive and ravenous as he stalked toward me. He pushed his knee in between my legs, giving me no choice but to spread wide for him.
His tongue dabbed out, touching my stomach, and swirled and twirled its way up and then back down to the top of my jeans. “Off,” he growled and flipped the button open. I lifted my ass as he undid the zipper and pressed kisses to my skin. He pulled the restricting material from my body, inch by torturous inch.
Once off, he threw them to the floor, and climbed on top of me, crushing his mouth to mine. We had kissed so many times before but it was different this time. It was desperate and thankful. Carnal yet tender.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, but I kissed away his apology. He had nothing to be sorry for. We both were in the wrong, and I didn’t want to torment ourselves with the past. I wanted to live in the now, and kiss the past goodbye.
He pulled his mouth from mine, trailing a fiery path down my neck. His hands reached behind me, and he unhooked my bra. One by one, he removed the cups, until both breasts were bare and ready for him to take. He didn’t disappoint, pinching my nipple between his finger and thumb as he sucked the other into his mouth.
I arched as pleasure overwhelmed me and shot through my body. His hand moved down my side, squeezing my waist, as he sucked and licked the taut bead. A moan slipped from my lips just as his hand slid under my thong.
His finger circled my clit, and I cried out. “I want to make you feel good,” he muttered.
“Oh baby you are.” He picked up speed and just as I felt like I was about to explode, he plunged two fingers into my wetness.
I whimpered at the mouth-watering intrusion, and flung my head back to enjoy the ride he was taking me on. He bent down, pulling my white lace thong aside, and swiped his tongue over my clit. The intensity was almost too much to take, but I welcomed it, only craving more with each slide.
His tongue swiped lovingly at my folds as his fingers worked in and out. I tightened my legs around his head, and pushed my sex against his mouth. He devoured me, sending me spiraling over the edge.
I screamed out, grabbing his hair, and holding on for dear life as I enjoyed the sweet ride he took me on. He slowed, lapping up my juices as aftershocks of my orgasm wracked my body.
He kissed his way up my stomach, and when he looked into my eyes, I brushed the hair off his face. “Make love to me,” I requested. “I need you. Inside me. Now.”
A devilish grin flashed across his face. “Baby, that’s the only place I want to be.” He rolled off of me, pulling off his pants, while I stripped off my thong. He stroked his rock hard cock, and I bit my lip at the glorious sight. I got up on all fours, and crawled to the edge of the bed, taking him in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, loving the taste of him.
He groaned as I opened wide and took him deep in my throat. His balls rested against my chin and I cupped them, massaging my fingers into the sensitive flesh. I trailed my tongue up and down, taking him in deeper and deeper.
His hands in my hair tightened, and then stopped me from moving. “Turn around,” he demanded.
I did as he asked, getting on all fours and positioning my ass just right. Without any warning he shoved into me. We both cried out as he thrust in and out, covering my tits with his hands, and kneading the soft mounds.
He pulled my face up and kissed my neck as he delivered blow after blow. The ultimate high was building, sending me into a state of delirium. He reached around, rubbing my clit, and my head fell back against his shoulder.
“Mmm,” I moaned, as he pulled out and turned me over, climbing on top of me and plunging deep into my pussy. “Oh, God.”
He wrapped his hand around my head and held it up. His hazel eyes penetrated me, looking deep into my soul, deeper than any other person has ever gone.
We stayed like that as he pumped in and out of me, over and over again, each of us panting until the pressure built to a breaking point, and he came inside me. His body jerked at the release, and I kissed his cheek and shoulders as he continued to pour his hot seed inside me.
Slowly, he pulled back, and I traced his hairline with my fingertips.
“I love you, and I’m never letting you go. Not again. We’re going to be a family,” he said, pressing a hand to my stomach. “All of us.”
“That’s all I ever wanted,” I admitted for the first time ever.
ELEVEN
RYDER
I can take a beating, be threatened with a gun, and kill a person without a second thought, but saying goodbye to someone I loved… I couldn’t do it. Pops was like a father to me, and once I said goodbye, I was accepting that he was gone. I wasn’t ready for that.
I didn’t cry; it just wasn’t my thing. I drank myself into stupors and I pushed my feelings aside. But Pops wouldn’t want that. He hated watching me spiral down the rabbit hole, and I wouldn’t let his death cause me to do the one thing the only thing that ever disappointed him about me.
No. I would be strong. I would be strong for him. For Axel. For Sawyer. I would be strong. I straightened my tie, tugged on my cut, and walked up to the casket for my final goodbye.
He looked good. Not too much shit caked on his face. I kneeled down in front of the blue metal, and silently thanked him for all the years of being there for me. Tears poured from my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. Nobody would call me a pussy today. We were all crying.
“I’m so sorry, Pops. I wish I could’ve been there. Taken that bullet for you.”
A hand rested on my shoulder, and I looked up into Sawyer’s beautiful eyes. I linked my fingers with her and tried to take comfort in her touch. I took a deep breath and stood.
“Ryder, you need to know something,” she said, as she glanced over to Pops and smiled.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Pops knew. He figured it out.” She rested a hand on her stomach. “When Velasquez fired that shot, he was firing at me. Pops pushed me out of the way, and took the bullet for the baby.” Tears stained her cheeks as she told me. The room grew silent, and I knew everyone had heard her.
Shock and admiration built up inside me for the man who always managed to be there for me, even when I couldn’t be there for myself filled me. Axel and Paige walked over to us, and Sawyer threw her arms around him. “I am so sorry, Axel. It should’ve been me. It should’ve been me.”
Axel hugged her to him and then pulled away. “No. This was how it was supposed to be. Pops died a hero. I can find comfort in that.”
“If it’s okay with you,” Sawyer smiled at Axel. “I’d like to name the baby after him. Boy or girl they will carry his name somehow.”
“It would be an honor,” Axel choked out. He kissed Sawyer on the cheek, and then turned to Paige who wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
It was as if Pops had planned it. He had always been there for us, and now Axel and I each had someone who could fill the void.
I rested a hand on the casket and said goodbye, joining the rest of my family. We all stood together, our heads held high, silently saying our final goodbye as they closed the casket, placing Pops’s cut securely on top.
In the movies it always rained during a funeral scene. Today, as always in California, the skies were crystal blue and the sun was shining high above us. It was what Pops would want. He wouldn’t want the darkness to consume us. He’d want us to look to the light and move on with our lives.
So instead of mourning his death, we headed back to Raven’s Nest and we celebrated it.
Seven Months Later
SAWYER
Sweat trickled from my temple as I groaned. “I can’t. I can’t.”
Ryder kissed my knuckles. “You can. You’re doing so great, baby. She’s almost here. Just a little more.”
I panted, not believing his words, but knew I needed to. Taking one final deep breath, I pushed with everything I had, my scream filling the room.
“That’s it. You’re doing it. Oh my god, you’re amazing. You’re doing it!” Ryder was practically jumping up and down next to me.
I collapsed back into the bed, utterly spent, as a tiny cry echoed off the walls. My eyes widened, realizing that she was finally here. I lifted my head to see her, just as the doctor placed her up on my belly. My arms wrapped around her tiny body as tears flooded my eyes. She was beautiful. Perfect.
Ryder kissed my forehead, bending down to touch her tiny hand. “I have a daughter. Holy shit. I have a daughter.”
I laughed, wrapping the tiny blanket around her to keep her warm. “Yes, we do.”
The next hour was a whirl, with doctors and nurses checking us both over from head to toe. Finally, Ryder and I got a moment alone as a family. I shook my head, the words still sounding foreign in my head.
“You were amazing in there, babe. I’m so proud of you.”
I tilted my head up, and he bent, capturing my lips.
We didn’t get to savor the moment, because there was a pounding at the door. “Is she here? We want to see her!”
Ryder chuckled, straightening to go open the door for what I’m sure was the entire club. Axel and Paige hurried inside, followed closely by Mom, Cruz and Evie. My Dad was noticeably missing from the lineup, but he would meet his granddaughter soon enough. “Everyone else is here too, but Bones wouldn’t let us all bombard you at once. However, Trista made us swear not to take too long or she was coming in here to physically remove us so she could get her turn with her new baby cousin.”
Mom was the first to hold her, pushing past everyone, and cooing to her in Spanish as everyone else asked me how I was doing. Mom finally handed her back to me, giving her a kiss on the forehead. I waved Paige over, and she squealed as she took in the tiny baby wrapped safely in my arms. “Oh my! I think she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Axel, babe, you’ve gotta come take a look at her.”
Axel, who had been hugging Ryder, made his way over to me. “Can I?” he asked. “I promise I just washed my hands. Twice. Paige made me.”
Paige rolled her eyes.
I nodded, “Of course.” I placed her very gently in Axel’s arms, careful that he supported her head. “Axel, I’d like to introduce you to Paula Maria Monroe, the newest family member of the Fallen Idol’s MC.”
The door slammed open, and Trista and Blaze came barging in. “You all are too damn slow,” Trista declared and held up a bottle of champagne. “Besides, I brought booze.”
Bones came in behind her, and shook his head as Blaze handed him a cup. “What the hell.”
Trista poured the champagne, and Blaze passed them out. Once they were all filled and distributed, Ryder held up his glass. “To the newest member of the family.” He looked over to me as Axel rested Paula in my arms. “Sawyer and Paula, the two most beautiful girls I have ever laid my eyes on. I love you, both.” He smiled that gorgeous smile of his.
It took us forever, but I finally felt like we got it right.
“And to Pops,” I said. “Because, if it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t be here today. Besides, we all know damn well he’s here with us.” I held up my cup, tears building up on my lids, the pain still too close to the surface. “So, Pops, thank you for my baby girl’s life.”
Bones smiled while Mom pulled Cruz and Evie in close. Blaze wrapped his arm around Trista’s shoulder and held her tight against him. Paige rested her head on Axel’s chest, and I slid my hand into Ryder’s. I took the moment in, savoring this perfect memory and remembering the man who made it possible.
After a moment, we all held our glasses high.
“To Pops,” we cheered.
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This was the final story of the Fallen Idols MC.
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And you, yep the one sti
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But don’t worry, I have more books coming… and SOON.
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