Poseidon's Lady (Poseidon's Warriors MC)

by Darlene Tallman

  By the time he’s done bathing me, despite there being nothing sexual about it, my body is on fire. He makes quick work of washing himself before I find us both on the bathmat as he dries first me then himself before he once again scoops me up and carries me bridal style over the threshold to our bedroom.

  “Look what they’ve done,” I whisper looking around. The room is lit by candles, but not ones that have a flame; they’ve used the LED candles and have a scented candle on a warmer that has the room bathed in a soft, sensual scent designed for seduction. The bedding was changed, and I can tell that the sheets are a higher thread count and someone created one of those pillow things like people get on cruises. I start to giggle when I figure out that somehow, they managed to craft two people obviously fucking.

  “Those assholes,” he mutters through his chuckles.

  “How did they manage all of it?” I ask. I mean he literally asked me to marry him today, then carted me off to the courthouse. What was done took time.

  “We had all of it on standby, sweetheart,” he replies, gently laying me down in the middle of the bed.

  “Well, y’all did good,” I say as he joins me on the bed. I’m feeling so relaxed already, but still hyper aware of everything he is doing. I roll so we’re face-to-face and reach up to cup his cheek. “Jesse, you came into my life when I was lost and managed to find me and set me on a new course. Even though we’re partners, you still give me the freedom to be myself and you have no idea how much that means to me. I love you so much; you’re everything I ever dreamed about and I can’t wait to spend the next sixty or seventy years loving you.”

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he replies, leaning in and gently kissing me. We stay like that for a while, just kissing with minimal touching. The embers from before continue to grow and soon, the kisses get deeper and our bodies move closer. As my passion flares, I find myself writhing against him, wanting, no needing him to bury himself deep in me so I don’t know where I end and he begins.

  “Jesse, God what you do to me,” I moan out as he caresses me and lowers his lips to kiss that spot between my ear and my neck that drives me crazy. He doesn’t reply, just lowers his head and captures one of my nipples in his warm, wet mouth while his hand plays with the other. My breasts have grown so sensitive, something I should have recognized as a sign I was pregnant, but right now, his touch is sending electrical blasts straight to my pussy and I feel myself growing wetter. I know that by the time he enters me, he won’t have any problem, which is good because despite our many romps, he still has to make sure I’m ready to take him.

  “Your skin is like molten silk. I can’t get enough of you,” he says as he switches to the other breast. As my passion grows higher, I find that all I can do is writhe and moan. I’ve lost the ability to do anything else, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He continues to move south, leaving his mark everywhere he touches and I know I’ll bear the evidence of his touch long after tonight is over. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, my legs splay open and I watch, my eyes hooded, as he inhales deeply before he dives into my pussy.

  “Jesus,” I moan. He’s too far away to reach, so I find myself rubbing and plucking at my nipples. They’re so turgid at this point, I’m pretty sure they could cut glass. When I feel his fingers enter the playing field, I let go. I was so well-primed already, between the shower and the kisses that I come as soon as his digits breach my sheath. He doesn’t let up on his ministrations, though. No, he coaxes two more orgasms out of me with his tongue and fingers until I’m nothing more than a breathing, limp noodle.

  As he crawls up my body, I can feel the precum from his dick against my thigh until he’s right there, at my entrance. “I love you, Lilli,” he says as he slowly enters me in one long, smooth thrust until he bottoms out.

  “I love you too, Jesse. So, so much.” He begins a slow, steady assault, moving in and out in long, languid thrusts. I try to get him to move faster as I wrap my legs around his hips, but he doesn’t take the hint.

  “Do you feel me, Lilli? This is us, sweetheart, now and forever,” he states. I can feel another orgasm on the horizon and instinctively know that this one will be a grand slam.

  “Yes,” I breathe out on a moan. “I feel you, sweetheart. Love me, Jesse,” I beg.

  “Always,” he replies, his voice deep and husky. His pace never changes and soon, I can feel my pussy fluttering and tightening around his dick. “Give it to me, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

  With a keening cry, I feel the orgasm roll over me causing my back to arch off the bed as I cling to him like a spider monkey. He thrusts once, twice, three more times and with a shout, I feel his dick pulsing inside, bathing me with his seed. I feel his weight against me and relish it, knowing I’ll only have it for a few short seconds before he rolls us.

  When my heart has stopped pounding and I can breathe again, I reach up and smooth his sweat-slickened hair back. “It’s always been good with you, even the first time, but this, right now? Was out of this world.”

  “Because I was claiming my wife,” he replies, leaning in and kissing my forehead. I don’t know why that kiss is more intimate than what he was doing a short time ago, but I feel it down to the marrow of my bones. He goes to move away and I pull him back until he says, “Let me get something to clean us up. We’re not done, sweetheart. Not by a long shot.”

  Poseidon

  I don’t waste any time getting a wet rag and cleaning the two of us up. Right now, I feel such a deep connection to her that I’m at a loss for words, something that rarely happens. As I pull her into my arms, a deep feeling of contentment washes over me. “Let’s nap for a bit, sweetheart. We’ve got a long night ahead of us and I’ve got plans to break in some of those things the brothers gave us.” She giggles as she snuggles closer and I marvel again at how well we fit. While she drifts off into a light doze, I hold her.

  An hour later, she bolts up and with a look of horror in my direction, she flies into the bathroom and I hear the unmistakable sounds of her throwing up. I guess our child has decided to cock-block his dad because there’s no way in hell I’ll do anything more than get her comfortable now. I get in there as she is finishing and help her up. She won’t look at me as she brushes her teeth then gargles. “You want me to go down and grab you some ginger ale and saltines, pretty girl?” I ask, grabbing my lounge pants from the back of the door. Since I suspected she was pregnant, I had the prospect get some of that in stock based on what I researched.

  “We have that?” she replies, her voice raspy from throwing up. “I’m sorry, Jesse, it looks like peanut wanted to let us both know he or she is here.”

  “We do and if you’re still feeling sick, I can check with Trident to see if he has any anti-nausea medicine.”

  “I’m still queasy but I don’t think I’ll throw up again,” she says. I help her back into bed where she curls up on her side, her hand automatically cradling her stomach.

  “I’ll be back in a few.” I head downstairs and am rummaging in the kitchen for what she needs when Trident walks in. “Hey, brother, do you have anything for nausea?” I ask him.

  “For you or Lilli?” he replies.

  “Lilli. Think that the morning sickness has hit, even though it’s definitely not morning.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got something she can take that’ll help. She needs to get into a doctor as soon as possible.”

  “She found a clinic with all women doctors and plans to call them tomorrow,” I state.

  “Alright, follow me and I’ll grab that stuff. All she has to do is put it under her tongue; it melts. Fair warning, it might knock her out for a bit.” I nod because her comfort is more important than my dick.

  I return to our room with my arms full and find her sleeping. I hate to wake her up but I also don’t want her to do what she recently did again. I can handle anyone else getting hurt or being sick except for her. However, that being said, there’s no one else I trust more to take care of her than me. “Lilli, sw
eetheart, I need you to wake up for me,” I whisper.

  She grumbles but doesn’t wake. Instead, she snuggles deeper into the bed. I gently shake her, and she asks, “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I don’t want you to wake up again and have to run into the bathroom to throw up,” I retort. “Now, open your mouth; this goes under your tongue.” She obediently does what I ask, and I smirk when I see the face she makes as the medicine melts. “Here, sweetheart, sit up, I have some ginger ale for you to help take that taste away.”

  Once she’s all situated, I turn the candle warmer off then check the rest of our suite, turning off the lights that were on from her late-night pukefest, then crawl back into bed with her and pull her into my arms. “Love you, Jesse,” she mumbles, her eyes closed.

  “Love you too, sweetheart.”

  She wakes me in the middle of the night three more times and each time, she cries. Trident brings me more of the medicine but after the third time, when I call him, he says, “Brother, I think you need to take her in. She’s likely getting dehydrated, and that’s not good for her or the baby.” I nod even though he can’t see me and disconnect the call. My only goal? Getting my woman relief.

  Lilli

  I honestly don’t remember much of the previous night after Jesse and I made love for the first time as husband and wife so to wake up in the fucking hospital with an IV has me completely out of sorts. “Jesse?” My voice is raspy and my throat hurts from the many bouts of puking. Most of that is hazy, almost dreamlike, likely from whatever it was that Trident gave me to take, but I definitely remember worshipping the porcelain throne several times.

  He lifts his head where it was lying on the bed beside me and I feel his hand sweep across my face. “You feeling better?” he asks.

  “Compared to last night? Definitely, but my throat hurts,” I reply. When he sees me struggling to sit up, he gently picks me up and gets me adjusted, then grabs the bed remote and tinkers with it so I’m mostly upright. He hands me one of those plastic hospital cups that’s filled with ice water. Fucking nirvana, if you ask me.

  “You scared the shit out of me, pretty girl,” he advises.

  “That wasn’t my intention, trust me. I had plans that involved lots more of us getting busy with each other.” I give him a look and then it dawns on me, I probably look more like a swamp troll and less like a seductive temptress. Yet, I see his eyes heat up at my words as they sweep over me. “Fancy duds, huh?” I ask, plucking at my hospital gown. I hate these things; they reveal more than they cover and knowing that my ass hangs out makes me cringe. “So, what’s the plan? Why did you bring me?”

  I’m pretty sure his getting in the bed with me is against hospital regulations, but being in his arms is heaven, so I won’t complain. He gets us both settled, kisses my forehead then starts talking. “After the fourth time of you stumbling out of the bed to fall in front of the toilet to puke, Trident said you were getting dehydrated and to bring you in.”

  “Trident saw me like that?” I’m horrified right now; I can never face him again.

  “Sweetheart, he’s a damn nurse, plus he was a medic when we were actively serving. Trust me when I say, he’s seen far worse shit than someone puking,” he replies.

  “What happened then?”

  “I got you dressed and brought you in. They agreed with Trident’s assessment that you were dehydrated, so they admitted you, got you hooked up to a bunch of shit and here we are, all nice and cozy,” he says.

  “What a way to start our marriage, huh?” I ask, rubbing my hand over my still-flat stomach. I can already see this child is gonna be feisty.

  “I expected an adventure, sweetheart, based on how we met,” he replies, leaning over to kiss me.

  “Do I have to stay in bed or what?” I mean, I have to pee and I don’t feel like I’ve got a catheter in right now.

  “You can get up to go to the bathroom. Let me help you.” And once again, it’s as if we’re connected on another level; he immediately deduced my need and is working to resolve it. In short order, he has me up and walking with the IV on a rolling pole. When we get to the bathroom, he helps me inside then says, “I’ll be right outside the door; let me know when you’re finished, and I’ll help you back into bed.”

  I wait until he closes the door before I let out a small giggle. I’ve been handling this on my own for a very long time. The instantaneous relief I feel as my overfull bladder is released has me moaning. I’m guessing they’ve been steadily pumping fluids into my system while I was blissfully unaware. Once I’m done, I wash my hands and face. When I see how horrible my hair looks, I cringe but there’s nothing I can do right now so I shrug then open the door. “Your swamp troll is ready to return to her habitat,” I tease, looking up at my man.

  “Sweetheart, you couldn’t be a swamp troll if you tried,” he replies as he leads me back to the bed.

  “How long do I have to stay?” I question once we’re settled in bed together again. I’m sure when the nurse comes in, we’ll catch some flack, but knowing Jesse, he’s not going to budge and quite frankly, I don’t want him to.

  “The doctor was in earlier. They’re running some more tests to make sure all your levels are good, and he mentioned that they were sending down someone from that doctor group you wanted to check into for a sonogram.”

  My eyes light up; if they’re doing one of those, we might get to see the little peanut who has caused all this unnecessary drama. “And after that?” I just want to go home.

  “He said if everything came back within the parameters he is looking for, then he’ll discharge you,” Jesse states.

  “Good. I just want to be home, in our bed.”

  “Me too, sweetheart. Are you hungry? I can get a prospect to pick something up for you. I know hospital food sucks.”

  At his mention of food, I’m suddenly ravenous. But I need to be cautious; right now, I’m not feeling sick and I want to keep it that way. “Maybe something light? I don’t know, scrambled eggs, toast, bacon? Or sausage. Whichever would be lighter on my stomach, I guess.”

  “Both of the meats are kind of greasy, but you like your bacon crisp so that should help. Okay, let me call in an order to the diner and I’ll have one of the prospects pick it up and deliver it for us.”

  “Perks of being the president, huh?” I tease.

  “Absofuckinglutely,” he expresses. I watch as he searches for the number on his phone and grin when he places his to-go order. In addition to what I asked for, he’s getting their giant breakfast, which has pancakes and hash browns. He then calls one of the prospects and gives him the task of picking it up and bringing it to us in the hospital. “There, we’re all set. Should be about thirty minutes or so.”

  Seeing the baby, our baby, on that screen and hearing the heartbeat again has my tears flowing. Our love created a new life and even though the little peanut has turned my belly into a scary place, knowing that we’re going to be parents has me over the moon. “I can’t wait to see your belly swollen with our child,” Jesse says, looking at the pictures the tech printed for us.

  “I’ll probably get stretch marks.” I’m not huge on working out, but I’m in shape and with Jesse being so much bigger than me, I suspect I’ll look like a buoy by the time I give birth.

  “I don’t give a flying fuck as long as you and the baby are healthy,” he states, kissing me. I feel the flicker of desire flame up; when he sees it, that quick kiss turns into a promise.

  The nurse comes in with my discharge papers as well as a prescription for anti-nausea meds. “The doctor had her office make a follow-up appointment for you, Mrs. Malone,” she advises, handing over a card. “In the meantime, if you have any problems, you can come back if they can’t fit you in since they’re on the staff here.”

  “Let’s get out of here, sweetheart,” Jesse says. “Thank you, ma’am.” I watch the nurse, an older woman, blush at his words. Once she leaves the room, he helps me get dressed in clothes he went and g
rabbed and before I know it, I’m being wheeled out by another nurse to his waiting truck.

  Poseidon

  Once we’re headed back to the clubhouse, I activate my Bluetooth and say, “Call Mom.” I see the look she gives me but ignore it. It’s time to let my mom know that I’ve settled down.

  “Hello, my wayward son,” Mom says by way of greeting. “What’s going on that I deserve this call.” I groan because we’ve been so busy, I haven’t been diligent about keeping in touch.

  “Sorry about that, Mom. I’ve got some news, are you sitting down?”

  “Do I need to be sitting down? How’s that woman you rescued?” She knows about Lilli and how I found her when she came to the cabin, but I haven’t kept her up to date on everything else.

  “Well, about that. We got married yesterday and surprise, you’re going to be a grandma in about six and a half months, give or take.”

  Silence greets me as I wait for her to process the bomb I just dropped. I heard her indrawn breath at my words but am completely blindsided when she states, “Well, looks like a visit is in order. Is she with you now? How is she feeling? Are you still at your clubhouse?”

  I grin because when I decided to start the MC, my mom was completely onboard with the idea. I’d hazard a guess and say she’s proud of how I’ve turned out, but it’s not something I’ve asked her. “She is with me, yes. To answer your question, she’s got some morning sickness going on so we just got out of the hospital because she was getting dehydrated. Gotta say, the brothers will love seeing you, Mom,” I reply. She ‘adopted’ all of them and even though some still have living parents, most of them are shit, so they lap up the attention she gives them whenever she comes around. “Yeah, although Lilli and I need to look for a house of our own now.”

  “Well, I’ve got quite a bit of vacation time and I’ve been thinking of slowing down a bit. Might be time to relocate.”