Tank (Dixie Reapers MC 9)

by Harley Wylde

  When I got to the driveway, Emmie was gone and so was Torch. I looked around, but didn’t see either of them. Flicker came over, his hands in his pockets.

  “He had a truck here already. Took Emmie to the new house,” Flicker said. “Probably for the best. That shit inside could fuck up anyone, and she saw it go down.”

  Shit. He was right.

  I strapped the duffle to the back of my bike and drove it over to the house Torch was giving to us. The lights were on inside and I had to admit it looked like a nice home, good place to raise a family. And then little Farrah let out a war cry and dropped out of the tree, nearly landing on my head. I sighed and looked down at her. The imp just grinned at me, until she tried to stand.

  “You broke it, didn’t you?” I asked, eyeing her foot.

  Her lip quivered, but she lifted that stubborn chin of hers and tried to stand up again. I could see the pain etched on her face, but the little shit had too much of her daddy in her to give up. She took two hobbling steps before I picked her up and carried her down to Venom’s house. Ridley was on the porch, hands on her hips, as she scanned the darkness.

  “Farrah!” she called out, until she spotted us heading her way. “What the hell has that girl done now?”

  “Think she broke her foot when she launched herself out of the tree,” I said.

  “What tree?” Ridley narrowed her gaze on her daughter. “I told you not to climb the tree in the yard.”

  “I didn’t,” Farrah said.

  “You didn’t climb that tree right there?” Ridley asked, pointing to one at the corner of the property.

  “Nope,” Farrah said.

  “She dive-bombed me from the tree in front of the yellow house,” I said, giving a nod in the direction I’d just come. “Torch gave the house to Em and me, seeing as how mine isn’t in the best of shape right now.”

  The kid gave her mom a disgruntled look. “I waited forever for someone to come by. You took too long to look for me.”

  “So you were going to jump out of the tree at your mom?” I asked.

  Farrah grinned, then grimaced in pain.

  “Jesus,” Ridley muttered. “Can you put her in my SUV? I’ll have to ask Isabella to watch Mariah so I can take this one to the ER. Venom is just going to love this shit.”

  I carried Farrah over to Ridley’s vehicle and set her down on the backseat. Ridley came out a moment later with Mariah, and as they drove off, I wondered if my life was about to become that eventful. I doubted it. Unless my kids took after me. I was hoping they’d be more like Emmie. I didn’t think I could handle a miniature version of myself. The world wasn’t ready for that, and I damn sure wasn’t.

  I walked back to my new home and found Emmie standing on the front porch. The truck was gone, which meant Torch had either gone back to my place until things were sorted, or he’d gone home to his wife and kids. Hopefully, he’d taken that useless shithead, Casper, with him.

  “You like the house?” I asked as I removed the duffle from the bike. I walked up the porch steps and she wrapped her arms around me.

  “I love the house,” she said. “It’s perfect.”

  “I guess all this room means your sister will be visiting frequently,” I said.

  “After Lupita has recovered, I wouldn’t mind a visit. I don’t think she’ll make a habit of it. She’s going to have to figure out who she is now that she’s no longer an agent or a prisoner. Her life in law enforcement is over, and I know my sister. She’s going to flounder at first until she finds another cause to support.”

  “We’ll help her however we can,” I assured her.

  “Zach?” she said softly.

  “What, sweetheart?”

  “I love you. I know it’s only been a few weeks, and people will say that’s way too fast, but…”

  I shut her up the only way I knew how. I pressed my lips to hers, and was grateful when I tasted mint. She smiled against my mouth.

  “You didn’t even know I’d brushed my teeth,” she said. “That could have been really, really gross.”

  “Nah. Kissing you is never gross.” I smiled down at her. “And I love you too.”

  She glanced over her shoulder through the open door of our new home. “You know. We have lots of space now. Tons of new rooms to explore. Maybe even christen?”

  I swatted her ass. “Then I guess you better get inside and get naked.”

  Emmie smiled at me a moment, then it slid from her face. “I know something really horrible happened tonight, and yes, it was scary. I’m sure later I’ll have time to think about everything and I might freak out. But right now, I just want to forget. I want to make a happy memory, something so wonderful that it will overshadow the evil from tonight.”

  “I can do that. Have you checked out our new shower yet?” I asked.

  She grinned widely again. “Yep. Dual showerheads, and really big. We could probably fit three of you in there, maybe four.”

  “Go start the shower, Em. I’ll be there in a minute. Just going to lock up for the night.”

  She went inside and headed upstairs. I watched her ass sway and sighed at the beautiful sight. After I made sure the house was secure, I tossed the duffle onto the bedroom floor and found a very naked, very naughty Emmie in the shower, with her hand between her legs.

  “I told you to get the shower ready, woman, not start without me.”

  “You were too slow,” she said as her fingers stroked her clit.

  I stripped off my clothes and opened the shower door, stepping under the hot spray. My cock was already hard and aching just from looking at my sexy as fuck wife. I reached for her, and Emmie plastered herself against me. I kissed her long and hard, groaning when I felt her nipples harden even more. It still amazed me how responsive she was, and how eager.

  “Please, Zach. We have all night to take things slow, but I need you right now.”

  I placed my hand against the tiled wall, but it felt cold. There was a bench along the opposite wall of the shower. I walked over to it and sat, then pulled Emmie down so that she straddled me. With my hand wrapped around my cock, I guided the head between her slick folds and watched as she lowered herself.

  “Fuck, baby! You feel so damn good,” I said.

  “I never knew what I was missing,” she said. “But I’m so glad I waited for you, Zach.”

  That made two of us. She lifted and lowered herself, moving slowly at first. I reached between us and rubbed her hard little clit. Her pussy grew slicker, hotter, and soon she was riding me with fast, jerky movements. I could tell she was close. I used my other hand to tweak her nipples, pinching first one, then the other. Her pussy squeezed me tight as she screamed out her release, slamming down onto my cock again and again. When she panted for breath and her body started to grow limp, I gripped her hips and thrust upward. I fucked my gorgeous wife until I filled her with my cum, and even then I still wanted her.

  No matter how many times I felt Emmie wrapped around my dick, I knew I’d always need more. I didn’t think the craving I felt for her would ever go away. If anything, it seemed to grow stronger every day.

  “Love you, sweet angel,” I said.

  “Love you more.”

  I smiled and kissed her again, my cock already growing hard once more. Yeah, every day with my wife would be an adventure, and I couldn’t wait to see what life had in store for us next. It just preferably wouldn’t involve a lot of blood. I much preferred hearing my Emmie scream in pleasure, and I was going to keep her screaming all night long, until we were both too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

  Epilogue

  Emmie

  Four Months Later

  I glared at my smug husband, who was grinning like he’d won the fucking lottery. We’d just left my latest doctor appointment, and we’d finally been able to see our precious baby growing inside me. At least, we were supposed to see the baby. As in one baby. Nope. Of course not. It seemed my hunky biker had super sperm. He’d not only knocked me up r
ight away, but he’d planted triplets inside me.

  “I hate you,” I said.

  “No, you love me. You know you love me. I think this is proof right here,” he said, patting my stomach.

  I swatted at him, but he just laughed and danced out of the way.

  “Three babies, Zach. What the hell am I supposed to do with three babies? I don’t even know how to take care of one!” My voice was rising with each word, panic starting to set in. Oh shit. Three! I couldn’t do this! I didn’t know the first thing about kids. What if I broke them?

  “Hey,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around me. “Breathe, sweetheart. We’ve got this. You aren’t alone. No one at the compound has had triplets before, but Preacher has twins. I’m sure he and Kayla can give us some pointers. And there are a ton of babysitters whenever you need a break.”

  “What if I’m a bad mom?” I asked, my voice so quiet I didn’t think he’d heard me.

  “You are going to be the best mom ever,” he said. “How could anyone as sweet and loving as you not ace being a mom? We’ll read every baby book out there, listen to whatever advice the others offer --”

  “Ridley said to buy stock in alcohol,” I said before he finished his sentence.

  “Okay, so we’ll listen to everyone’s advice except Ridley.” He muttered something about making sure Venom knew Ridley had a drinking problem, which made me laugh.

  “Want to go shopping?” I asked. “Maybe if we go to one of those big baby stores I’ll see all the cute things and won’t feel quite so… scared.”

  “We can do that,” he said. “We’ll need three of everything.”

  I arched a brow and looked at up him. “You seem rather calm. You did hear the part where we’re having three girls, right? Daughters, Zach. You’re going to have three. At the same time.”

  He audibly swallowed and nodded. “Yep. Need to start stocking up on more ammo. And more guns. Motion sensor lights around the house might be good too, you know, in case they end up being more like me and sneak out at night.”

  “I think we have a while until that happens,” I said. “Let’s focus on not breaking them right now.”

  “We’ve got this,” he said again, but I thought this time it might be more for his benefit than mine.

  The nightmares I’d had for weeks since Zach had killed Ernesto and Luis had stopped. It wasn’t their deaths that scared me, but the horror of what might have happened if they’d lived. I always woke after one and reminded myself the evil bastards were gone. Now I worried my husband might wake up screaming at night, and for a very different reason. Watching my big teddy bear turn into a protective papa bear was going to be entertaining. Especially when the girls were old enough for boys to start coming around.

  Oh, yeah. The future was looking bright indeed. As long as I didn’t drop the girls before they had a chance to grow up. It was a real fear, but I’d conquer it. With Zach by my side, I knew that anything was possible. He believed in me, so I would too. And on the days I didn’t think I could handle it, I’d remember all that we’d been through already and remind myself that I was stronger than I thought.

  I glanced up at my husband again and fought back a smile. And I might have to remind him just how strong he was too. The big guy was already scanning the area and scowling at any little boys who could be potential threats to his darling daughters when they were older. Our life was going to be amazing, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of mine loving the incredible man walking beside me and the little girls we’d created together.

  Harley Wylde

  When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place!

  An international bestselling author, Harley is the “wilder” side of award-winning scifi/fantasy romance author Jessica Coulter Smith, and writes gay fantasy romance as Dulce Dennison.

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