“She’s not wearing a property patch,” Vinny said triumphantly.
I was so fucking proud of my girl when she pressed her lips together to keep from speaking. She knew the rules of the MC, and though the “Speak only when spoken to rule” was complete bullshit, if we wanted Tito to keep his word, we needed to make sure he was satisfied that he couldn’t take us on.
However, we had no problem making it clear that no one—no one—was forced to be with a Silver Saint. I picked up the vest from the table top and gave Vinny a withering stare. “Unlike your kind of trash, we give our women a choice.”
Erin’s eyes were glued to the stitched leather as I held out the vest to show her. Then I turned it around and waited. I didn’t have to wait more than a few seconds before she eagerly pivoted and shoved her arms through the holes.
I grabbed her shoulders and guided her around to face me, then tugged on the sides of the open vest, pulling her close. “Who do you belong to, baby?”
“You,” she replied with a grin.
“Damn fucking right,” I grunted before bending my head and giving her a deep, thorough kiss. When I finally pulled back, she was breathing hard and her green eyes were glassy. I chuckled and patted her ass once more before gently pushing her toward Bridget again. “Wait in our room, Cherry.”
The girls left quietly, and only once Erin was out of sight did I look at Tito. “Taken.”
He nodded. “Let’s go, Vinny,” he muttered as he stood from the chair.
“No!” Vinny seethed. “Erin is my property dammit! Prez you have to—”
Tito slapped Vinny across the face and growled, “I don’t fucking have to do anything, you little shit. Erin’s an old lady and we don’t fucking mess with another man’s property. Now get your ass on your bike and head home, or stay here like a fucking idiot and get your ass beat. But you ain’t gonna get one lick of help from the Devil’s Jesters.”
Vinny’s face was red and blotchy, anger seeping from his pores. He contemplated his president for a minute, then glanced at me. I grinned, hoping he was as stupid as he looked.
I got my wish. He lunged at me, and I knocked him out with one first to the face.
Tito rolled his eyes and muttered, “Fucking prick.” Then he nodded to Mac and left without another word.
Rider was standing closest to me, so he stepped over and threw the unconscious Vinny over his shoulder. “Go check on your woman. You know where to find him when you’re ready.”
“Thanks,” I rumbled as I stalked from the room. I’d do as Rider suggested and make sure Cherry was all right and bring her some food, then I was going to make a visit to “the woodshed” and make sure Vinny never forced himself on another woman.
A couple of hours later, I grabbed a shower in one of the communal bathrooms in the clubhouse before hurrying to my room. I was more than ready to spend the night inside my old lady.
Thoughts of this morning ran through my mind, and my cock swelled painfully. It was then that I realized I hadn’t used protection. The image of her pregnant with my baby sent my already raging lust into overdrive. A wicked smile spread across my face as a new plan formed. I was gonna spend every second I could with my naked cock buried in my Cherry’s tight pussy until I’d knocked her the fuck up.
11
Erin
Lying back on the mattress, I stroked my fingers down the front of the vest Patrick had given me. I’d been so nervous when Bridget had knocked on the door and asked me to come down to Mac’s office with her. I’d known that Patrick wouldn’t let anything bad happen, but all of the possible reasons he’d need me swirled around my brain as I’d followed her through the clubhouse. Everything except him asking me to be his old lady and sliding a property patch onto my back. I wasn’t sure how he’d managed to pull it off, but I was thrilled to officially be his. And to follow the order he’d barked at me when he’d popped into the room to make sure I was okay before heading off to take care of some club business.
Stretching out on our bed with nothing but my new vest covering my body, I couldn’t wait for him to come back. He’d said he would only be gone for a couple of hours, and I was starting to get antsy. Keeping myself turned on for so long wasn’t that hard—all I had to do was think about Patrick’s sexy, tattooed body, pierced dick, and all the things he had done to me so far. But being aroused for so long was starting to push me to the edge of my limits, and Patrick had made it clear that coming without him wasn’t okay.
When he finally shoved the door open, I was beyond desperate. “Nobody else better knock on that door again until tomorrow. It felt like you were gone forever.”
“It was only a couple of hours, but I get what you’re saying.” He stalked toward me, his blue eyes darkening to navy as his gaze drifted down my body.
I took in his still-wet hair and bruised knuckles. “Easy for you to say. You were busy doing whatever it was that left you needing to take a shower before you could come back to me.”
“Trust me baby. I’ll make the wait more than worth it.” I licked my lips as he took off his vest and shirt. “Remember the lesson I taught you about delayed gratification our first night together?”
I nodded, my cheeks heating as I remembered how I’d squirted when he’d finally let me come. “Uh-huh.”
“Wanna bet I can make you come just as hard after you’ve spent the past couple of hours thinking about how I’m going to fuck you?” His fingers trailed across my neck, through the valley between my breasts, and down my belly. Then he dipped them into my wetness. “Gonna take you from behind so I can see my property patch on your back while my cock hammers into your tight pussy.”
I traced over the dark tattoo etched on his forearm before reaching up to rest my palm over his heart. “Maybe you could return the favor someday and take me missionary while I can see my name on your chest.”
“You want to be inked on me?” he growled as he shoved his pants and boxers down his legs and kicked them off. His dick was already hard—long, thick, and ready for me.
Precome dripped over the metal balls of his piercing, and I licked my lips again as I sighed, “Yes, I’d freaking love that.”
“Done.” He crawled on top of me and claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss, leaving me breathless when he finally lifted his head again. “I’ll sketch the tattoo out and show it to you soon.”
Whoa. I hadn’t expected him to agree so easily. “Are you sure you want to do that so soon? We’ve only known each other for a day, Patrick. I’ll totally understand if you’d prefer to wait a little before doing something so permanent.”
Moving to his knees, he gripped the edges of the opening of my vest and tugged until my back lifted off the mattress. There was a possessive gleam in his blue eyes as he growled, “Inked into my skin or not, we’re already set in stone, Cherry. That happened the second you let me into your sweet pussy, baby. Before you accepted my property patch, which there’s no going back from. You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”
“Really?” I whispered, staring up at him in awe. Since my parents died, nobody had really wanted me. My sister and Razor had tolerated my presence, but that was it.
He hefted me higher, until I was straddling his upper thighs, my core pressed against his hard length. “Don’t you get it, baby? I fell for you back at Hell’s Kitchen, before you even climbed on the back of my bike.”
“By fell for me, do—” I had to swallow the lump in my throat before I could get the whole question out. “Do you mean that you love me?
“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what I mean.” His lips curved into a smile before he brushed his mouth over mine. “I love you, Erin.”
Everything had happened so fast between us, but I didn’t have any doubts about my feelings for him. “I love you, too.”
“That’s good.” He flipped me onto my hands and knees, giving my butt a little swat before adding, “Because you’re stuck with me forever, baby.”
Pressing his palm against my upper
back, he pushed my shoulders against the mattress while raising my butt high into the air. Then his hands traced the writing stitched on the back of my vest before they drifted down to my rounded butt cheeks, and delivered a spanking to each side. I jumped a little at the first, but when the moment of pain sent a shock of pleasure straight to my core, I pressed into the second swat. When his fingers slid between my slippery folds, I let out a needy moan. “Please, Patrick.”
“You’re drenched, Cherry.” He thrust a finger inside me and swiveled his wrist to hit my G-spot. “I bet you’ve been waiting all this time for me to come back and lick your juicy pussy. Haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I hissed as I felt his hot breath against my damp skin. Then his tongue darted out to circle my clit before sliding between my pussy lips to dip inside me. I fisted the sheets in my hands, unable to move my hips to meet the strokes of his tongue with the way he was holding me still. I was right at the brink of an orgasm when he pulled away, making me cry, “No. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“I know, baby.” He rubbed his hard-on through my wetness and tapped my clit with the tip. My entire body tightened when that cool metal hit my engorged bundle of nerves, making him chuckle. “But the first time you come with my patch on your sweet body, it’s gonna be with my cock deep inside your pussy.”
A hungry noise rattled up Patrick’s chest as he nudged my entrance with his dick. His fingers dug into my hips, and fireworks went off behind my eyelids as he slowly pulled me back onto his hard length. My inner walls fluttered around him, and I gasped, “I don’t think you’re going to have to wait very long for that to happen. Holy crap, you’re hitting spots I didn’t know existed in this position.”
With the way he filled me, he seemed even bigger than before. He gave me a few long thrusts, and I felt every inch as he slid deep then withdrew. “You’re so fucking tight like this.”
His hands stroked my butt and thighs as his hips found their rhythm. Then one hand left my hip to reach around and tease my clit. My pussy clamped down on him as I moaned, “Oh, yes. Please. More.”
His dick drove deep, over and over, and my release built with every glide of his piercing against my G-spot. I was completely at his mercy as he hammered in and out of me, his balls bumping against my clit on each thrust. “Fuck, yeah. I can’t wait to fill you with my come. Let go for me, baby.”
My body was strung tight, dangling over the edge. When he pinched my clit between his finger and thumb, I finally flew apart. As I screamed his name, he pounded in and out of me. “That’s it, baby. Finish coming all over my big dick and then I’m gonna fill you up and give you my baby. Can’t wait to have a little girl with your red hair and green eyes.”
Thinking about getting pregnant with Patrick’s child ratcheted my pleasure up even higher. “Yes,” I gasped.
My orgasm was so strong, I could barely see straight when he wrapped his body around mine and anchored himself deep. His cock twitched inside me, jets of come splashing against my inner walls until it dripped down my thighs. His breath was hot against the back of my neck and ear as he grunted, “Not gonna let you leave this bed until I’ve knocked you up.”
I certainly wasn’t going to argue, not when my body was still shuddering from the force of my release. And Patrick was true to his word—which we discovered three weeks later when my old man made me pee on a stick to confirm I was pregnant.
Epilogue
Patriot
Erin’s finger tips drifted across my chest, right over the tattoo I’d had inked onto my skin as soon as I’d put my ring on her finger, just a few days before we found out she was pregnant. “I still can’t believe you did this,” she whispered.
I’d not only put her name there, I’d added “Property of” as a symbol that I was hers as much as she was mine.
She shifted and I groaned as I grasped her hips to keep her still. We’d just finished making love, and her sexy body was sprawled over mine. Her legs at my sides and her soft tits pressed against my chest, her head resting on my pec. Since she was so tiny, her hot pussy was positioned between the V of my hips, but still close enough to my cock for me to feel its heat. I had a surprise for her, but the way she was drenching my stomach had my mind wandering to the taste of her sweetness on my tongue.
Telling my cock to have patience, I pushed through the fog of lust. Grinning, I used one finger to lift her chin so she was looking at my face. “Wanna see my newest one?” I’d been careful to hide it after Nova finished inking me the day before.
My wife’s brows lifted, and she pursed her lips. “You got another tattoo without telling me?” Erin was always in support of more artwork on my body, she loved my tats. But she also liked to be present when I got them. It made them even more meaningful to both of us. However, this one was special and I’d wanted it to be a surprise.
“You’ll see why, baby. Go ahead and climb off me so I can turn over.”
She pouted, making me chuckle, but did as I’d requested. When she was kneeling beside me, I flipped onto my stomach and waited.
When Erin gasped, I knew she’d spotted the ink on my upper back. It was an intricate design that incorporated the things that I held closest to my heart, including a flag, cherries, a motorcycle, our names, and a few other small symbols that were important to me. There was a chain that extended down from the symbol that had a dog tag attached. On it was the name Caty and a date—our daughter’s name and the day she was born. There was an additional tag, but it was blank. “I’ll add one for each of our kids.”
“It’s amazing,” Erin breathed. Then she poked me in the side and let out an adorable little growl. “How did you find out I’m pregnant? Did Cat go blabbing?”
I laughed and rolled onto my back, dragging her over me once again. “I think you forget that I know your body. I’ve touched and licked every inch. You think I didn’t notice when your tits grew and your nipples got more sensitive?”
Erin pouted, and I winked at her as I slid her down until my piercing was right on her clit. I mentally thanked Hack and Paisley for taking our daughter overnight, because there was nothing stopping me from staying inside my wife’s pussy until the sun came up.
She moaned and tried to wiggle for friction, but I kept her still, earning me a glare. “Don’t tease me, Patrick. I need your fat cock filling me up.”
Laughing, I bucked my hips to rub the metal balls over her little bundle. “You also get more demanding in bed.”
I didn’t give her the chance to argue before I lifted her and thrust up as I brought her down hard on my dick. The feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me was sheer bliss. “Shit, baby,” I gritted out, on the edge of my control. “We did sweet and slow earlier, now I need to fuck you hard and fast.”
“Yessss,” she hissed as she squeezed her inner walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Ride me, Cherry,” I demanded in a raspy voice. “Fuck my cock.”
Erin groaned as my dick moved inside her when she sat up. She rose and fell back down, gasping when I went so deep my piercing hit her cervix. “Patrick,” she moaned. I cupped her tits as she sped up her pace until she was bouncing on my cock. My thumbs rubbed over her stiff nipples and I watched in fascination as her skin flushed making every sexy freckle stand out, as if begging for me to trace them with my tongue.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Squeeze that dripping pussy, coat my cock in your juices. I’m gonna lick you clean later.” The thought made my mouth water and made the sensation of her slick channel even more heady. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, baby, that’s it. Fuck, yes!”
My hands glided down to cup her belly, still slightly rounded from having our daughter. Yeah, I’d only waited a month after the doctor gave the all clear before I was sinking bare into Erin every chance I got.
Knowing she was carrying my baby again ratcheted up my hunger, and I lost the patience to let her be in charge any longer. In one swift move, I flipped us over and began slamming into her tight hole. I lo
cked her ankles around my neck and reached around to twist and pluck her nipples. Erin cried out with every punch of my hips as I powered in and out of her, slamming the headboard into the wall.
I traced my fingers over the skin of her torso connecting the dots of her beautiful freckles before returning my attention to the hard tips of her tits.
I could tell she was close, but I wasn’t ready. “Hold it, Cherry,” I growled.
“I can’t!”
I pinched her nipples hard and yanked my cock out to slap it against her pussy. “Hold it!” Then I drove back in, picking up my hard, frenzied pace. Erin shouted, but she didn’t come. “Good girl,” I praised, my voice raspy from the effort I was exerting.
Finally, I couldn’t ignore the tingling at the base of my spine, and I knew Erin was where I wanted her to be. “Come, baby.”
Erin’s back arched, and she screamed my name as her climax hit. Her pussy erupted with her juices, coating my cock so I slid in and out with ease despite her walls clamped around me, pulsing with her orgasm. I thrust in twice more before burying myself as deep as possible and exploding inside her. “Fuck, Cherry!”
The next morning, Erin was passed out, naked in bed, when someone knocked on the door to my room. We’d moved into a house less than ten minutes away, but there were still times when we stayed at the clubhouse if Caty wasn’t home. I was pretty sure that it turned Erin on to think that my brothers and their women might hear us. Though she’d never admit to it. I was fine with letting her think that because she screamed all the louder, but the truth was, the rooms were soundproof. If anyone heard my woman coming, I’d have to kill them.
I was tempted to ignore the visitor, but no one would interrupt us unless it was important. Reluctantly, I slid out from beneath my wife and grabbed my jeans, putting them on just before I cracked open the door. “Yeah?”
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