by Tia Lewis
“Well just so you know, I didn’t sleep with them.”
I took a deep sigh. “I know.”
“But you don’t know why.” He’d told me then what he’d come to realize that night, that when it came sex with whores, it was all an act. None of it was real. The girls only cared about the money, and they went through the same act with every single customer. “And when I figured that out, I mean really figured it out, and I compared it to what I felt like when you and I were together… there was no comparison. Seriously. It was like night and day. I finally got it. I don’t need them. I need you. Whatever I would do with them would be empty and pointless. I would never know if they were even enjoying it because they’re so used to pretending for the guys that they fuck for money. It’s all twisted, and that could never satisfy me. I should have told you this sooner.”
I’d been halfway convinced by that point. “What’s the other thing that you wanted to tell me?”
“The second thing is, managing that place has been the best thing that I’ve ever done in my life except being with you and having Christopher. Before I did it, I didn’t feel like I was anybody. Yeah, I was Vice-President, big fucking deal. I love my club, I love my guys, but I wanted something a little more. I must have had a little ambition in me, or else I wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to run the new location. And you remember how I couldn’t even handle running the books for two weeks while Drake was on his honeymoon? I mean, come on!” He seemed exasperating, throwing his hands in the air to emphasize his point.
“How far have I come since then? I’m so fucking proud of myself, babe. For the first time in probably my whole life, I have a sense of pride and accomplishment about myself. I wasn’t even proud when I was in the Army—it was just something that I had to do to fulfill a sense of obligation. But this shit with the club, I wanna do it, and I’m good at it. I need to feel like I’m good at something.”
I couldn’t argue with that, and I’d ended up in his arms with tears in my eyes, asking him to forgive me for being so selfish. I trusted him, of course. I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. I was only making drama for drama’s sake when I gave him shit about it.
And things had been great since then. He’d stepped up, proven himself a leader in his own right and was turning a healthy profit every week. The Blood Riders were doing better than ever, thanks to his idea to expand their investment with the Cobras.
And I had learned to accept help when I needed it. I left Christopher at daycare during the week—with Creed’s income and mine, we could easily afford it—so I could work and take online college classes. I didn’t know what I wanted to study yet, so I was getting my core classes out of the way first. I only knew that I wanted to do something other than be a bartender for the rest of my life. Darcy had stretched her limits with working so much, and she was no less a part of the club than she had been before she became a chef. She just added to the family in a different way.
I looked around the living room and realized that for the first time in a long time I felt a sense of family. These men and women were the family that I had always wanted when I was growing up. Back then I’d wished that I had brothers, sisters, and parents that I could count on, instead of being forced to fend for myself and keep an eye on my siblings. I finally had the support and love that I never had before, but I had needed to accept it first. My child had made me learn that lesson. And so had Creed.
“Next year, I’m hiring a cleaning crew to help with the end of the party,” I said, finally putting away the last of the leftovers. I’d shooed everybody out of the apartment hours earlier, insisting they let me clean up on my own. I really just craved the peace and quiet. It was so nice, being able to hear myself think. I liked my over the top, messy life, but there were times when it was nice to just sit and be.
And that was what I did when I sank into the sofa with Creed beside me. I rested my head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath for what felt like the first time all day.
“You did a great job today,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head.
“Eh, it wasn’t all that much. Darcy did all the food and Violet did the decorating…”
“But you were the hostess, and you’re good at that.” He cocked his head to the side. “Maybe you should study hospitality. You know, like running a hotel or a restaurant. Hey, maybe you could run Darcy’s restaurant when she gets it going.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” I admitted. I had been running the bar at the clubhouse for years, not to mention keeping the clubhouse clean and functioning for the guys. “That’s actually an excellent idea!”
“I have them sometimes.” He reached beside him to where there were two paper plates, each holding a slice of cake. “I didn’t think that you got any cake and thought that you might want some. That little bit from Christopher’s plate was really good.”
“I’m sure that it was. Darcy made it, so I am certain that it’s absolutely delicious!” I sat up with a fork, ready to dig in. He was right, I hadn’t gotten a piece, and I was eager for a taste.
When I sank my fork into the cake, I hit something hard.
“What the hell? Is she baking bones into cakes now? Jesus, I’m glad the baby didn’t get this piece!”
I fished whatever it was out of the cake, all ready to call Darcy and give her a piece of my mind. How could she be so thoughtless when she knew that the baby would be eating the cake too?
Then I realized what it was. I gasped when I looked up to find Creed kneeling on the floor.
“Marry me.”
His proposal was sweet, simple and to the point. Just like the man himself. No frills, no extra words when just two would work just fine.
“Of course I will!” I replied, sliding the cake-covered ring onto my finger. We both laughed, kissing passionately. We ended up on the living room floor, the cake long forgotten.
I sighed as his mouth found my skin, while his hands worked my shirt up and over my head. We knew each other so well, but it was never anything less than thrilling when he touched me. He played with me, flicking his tongue over my tingling skin as he worked his way down to my breasts, which rose and fell faster and faster the more that he licked at my overheated skin. I held the back of his head, my head rolling from side to side as he kissed every inch of me. The joy that I felt was beyond anything that I had ever known. Creed was now my fiancé. My soon to be husband. The father of my child, and of my future children.
I lifted my hips so he could remove my jeans, then slid out of my panties and wrapped my legs around him. Just the feeling of him settling between my legs was the sweetest sensation, like coming home.
I closed my eyes as he got ready to enter me, then arched my back as I accepted his first strong, sure thrust. Our bodies fit together like two pieces of the same puzzle like we were made for each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a long, sweet kiss full of all the love that I felt for him. I wanted him to know how much I loved him every single minute for the rest of his life. I had waited too long before I told him in the first place.
We made love right there in the middle of the living room floor, holding each other close as we rocked together in a perfect rhythm. I pulled his t-shirt over his head, running my hands over his bare skin. His body was so beautiful, so muscular, and I was so proud to know that he was mine, especially when I saw other women admiring him. I dug my fingers into his muscular back, his muscles moving under my hands as he drove himself into me again and again, harder and faster as we both lost control. I loved his broad shoulders and his strong, thick arms that held me so tight and so sure. His ass was a work of art, flexing as he pumped in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around him, desperate for release after he’d built me up to a thundering crescendo. I pulled him close, and I never wanted to let him go.
“Oh, you like it like that, baby?” He picked up the pace, both of us crying out as he moved harder and faster. Our bodies crashed together, and he pushed me higher and higher with
every thrust, with every lick of his tongue against my skin, and every time that he nipped at my throat, my shoulders, or my lips. I loved the way that I could lose myself in him. I trusted him. I had never regretted that first decision to put myself out there and let him prove that he was worthy of my trust.
I rolled my head from side to side, lost in the pleasure, the urge to come overriding everything else. When it finally happened, the tension in my body too much to bear, I gripped him hard with my arms and legs, digging my nails into his back, biting down on his shoulder to stifle the cries that might wake the baby.
He groaned, coming along with me. The both of us were left panting, wrapped up in each other and consumed by the moment of pure bliss.
“I should propose every day,” he chuckled between breaths. I laughed, hugging him with all my might.
“And I would say yes every day,” I giggled. “If you promise to always buy me a new ring.”
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Sports Romance:
Draw Play: A Sports Romance
Stadium of Lights: A Second Chance Romance
The Blood Riders MC Series:
(Motorcycle Romance)
Threat: A Blood Riders MC (Book 1)
Reveal: A Blood Riders MC (Book 2)
Creed: A Blood Riders MC (Book 3)
Bad Boy Mafia Duology Series:
The Hitman’s Possession: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Book 1)
The Hitman’s Property: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Book 2) - coming 11/2016
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Tia Lewis is an author of erotic and dark erotic romance. She enjoys writing about strong, possessive, dominant heroes and sassy, smart heroines. Her characters range from hot, dominant bikers, billionaires, to powerful gangsters, and all kinds of bad boys in between. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she’s not busy working on her next release.
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