Bailey leaves tomorrow, and I need to spend some time with him before he goes off to boot camp. My man is going to be a Marine, and then he’s going to come back here, and sweep me away from everything.
We’re going to live somewhere else, away from clubs and kidnappings, away from illegal drugs and guns. We’re just going to live. Free and happy.
The night continues, and I can’t keep my gaze from straying over to Bailey. He’s sitting with his nieces and nephews from Idaho. Their family is a bit, unconventional. His half-brother is older than his own mother, his nephews and one of his nieces, are older than he is. Yet, they always look so happy, and according to him, they are, too.
I’m not sure what a happy family like that is like. My aunts and Mom don’t always get along, and I certainly don’t always get along with my cousins. I don’t really understand how they can always be so damn happy—maybe because they live in different states? I don’t know, but I kind of envy their close-knit family dynamic.
Bailey looks up, his blue eyes meet mine, and he gives me a wink. I watch as he tips his head toward the back door. My cheeks blush and I nod.
We had a plan before the wedding started, before we were caught. Tonight, we were going to sneak away from everybody else, and we’re finally going to do it. It’s probably ridiculous that I’m still a virgin, especially since Bailey and I have been together, secretly, for so long.
I wanted to wait until I was married, he’s known this since the beginning, and he’s never tried to press me for more. We’ve fooled around plenty, but we’ve never actually done the deed itself. Tonight, all of that changes.
I can’t wait until we’re married, especially since my dad freaked the fuck out at the idea of us even dating seriously. He’s known that I’ve always had a crush on Bailey and that he’s always had one on me. I think my dad really thought we hadn’t acted on our feelings just because he told us not to, or that they would eventually just go away.
Glancing around the room, I find my parents. They’re dancing, their bodies are swaying as they hold each other really close together. They’re ridiculously lovey dovey, but I like that, especially since at one point I thought they might split up.
Turning away from them, I make my way to the dark hallway that leads to the bathroom and the back exit of the building. I know that Bailey is waiting for me on the other side of the door. I’m so nervous that my legs shake with each step that I take toward him.
Wrapping my hand around the doorknob, I suck in a deep breath, then exhale as I turn the handle. I quickly step outside and close the door behind me. As soon as the lock clicks into place, Bailey lifts his head with a grin.
“Hey,” he grins.
I give him a shy wave. “Did my dad threaten to kill you?” I ask, referring to the conversation they had earlier today when he found out about us.
Bailey shakes his head. “Not in so many words. He said we could possibly date after I get back from basic training though,” he shrugs. My eyes widen, in surprise that my dad agreed to that, or even suggested it. “I told him it wasn’t an option. We’re getting married. I’m not dating you anymore,” Bailey announces.
I hold my breath when he steps toward me, his hand wrapping around my waist before he roughly tugs me against his body. Placing my hands on his chest, I tip my head back and look into his gorgeous blue eyes.
“I don’t want to leave you for twelve weeks,” he murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. My eyes water just thinking about being separated for three whole months. “And I refuse to be away from you a minute longer than I have to. I don’t know where I’ll be stationed and there’s no way in fuck I’m leaving you here when I go.”
Lifting my hand, I place my palm against his cheek. “I love you, Bailey,” I whisper.
He doesn’t say a word; his chin dipping and his lips touch mine. My mouth automatically opens as his tongue sweeps through me. “It’s our last night together,” I whisper against his lips.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here then,” he grunts.
I don’t question him for even a second. My feet start moving immediately as he holds my hand and we hurry toward his single cab pickup truck.
BAILEY
I start toward our destination, an old country road where my dad and the rest of the brothers target shoot and fish. It’s a big piece of forest owned by the club, but I’m pretty certain that nobody will be out here tonight, not with the wedding going on.
I can’t believe my shy sister married a member of the club. My oldest sister, Riley, I could see. Finley? Not so much. Although if there were a member I’d want to be with either of my sisters, it would be Hacker. He’s not quite as rough as the others.
Glancing over at Rosalie, who is sitting in her short, peach, bridesmaid’s dress, I clench my jaw. I’m trying to keep my dick at bay. I want her so fucking bad, and in this dress, it’s almost impossible to keep my hands off of her. I can’t believe it’s been five years since I’ve been inside of a girl.
When Rosalie said she wanted to wait until marriage, I almost laughed at her. I thought there was no way I could do it, that I could wait. But here I am, five years later, and there’s been nobody else.
I love her too much to hurt her like that. I’m nothing like the men I’m surrounded by, which is why I’m choosing to leave, why I’m choosing the Marines. I want to start a clean life, just me and Rosalie.
I shift the truck into park and look out at the valley below us.
“Bailey?” Rosalie breathes from her spot next to me. Her voice is so sweet, fuck, she’s so sweet. I turn my head to the side and wait for her to continue. “I’m ready,” she whispers.
My eyes widen at her words, her meaning crystal fucking clear. “We’ve waited this long, Blue Eyes. We can wait a few more months.”
Rosalie shakes her head almost furiously and my brows knit together. “I want you now, we’re engaged.”
“But—”
Rosalie lifts her hand and places her fingertips against my lips. I can’t believe I’m actually trying to talk her out of having sex, I must be fucking sick.
“I love you, Bailey. I know that you love me too, and once you’re finished with boot camp you’ll come back here, pick me up, and we’ll run away together,” she whispers. “Tonight, I want to be with you. I want all of you.”
Something inside of me snaps, she doesn’t have to tell me twice. I open my pickup door and slide out, jogging over to her side to help her out as well.
Once she’s steady on her feet, I fold the seat over and grab a couple blankets. They’re always in my truck in case of an emergency. It snows up here in the winter, and my pickup isn’t the most reliable mode of transportation. I lay them down in the bed of the truck and then climb inside, helping her up to join me.
Rosalie lays down on her back and looks up at me, her bright blue eyes not quite innocent, but not quite knowledgeable either. She’s been through a lot in her childhood, some shit I wouldn’t wish on anybody. Yet, somehow, she’s stayed somewhat innocent. I run the tip of my index finger over her lips, feeling the softness beneath me.
“I love you, Blue Eyes,” I whisper.
Rosalie lifts her hand, sinking her fingers into my hair and scratches my scalp. By tomorrow I won’t have this hair anymore, and this feeling will be nothing but a memory. “I love you more,” she smiles, sweetly.
I move back on my knees as she sits up and I watch. Rosalie slowly unzips her dress before lifting it over her head and discarding it to the side of the pickup bed. Then she removes her strapless bra and exposes her soft tits for me.
When she reaches for her panties, I shake my head. I reach for her shoes, taking them off, then I unbutton my own shirt and toss it on top of her dress. “Lay back, I want to taste you,” I rasp, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her lacy panties. I drag them down her thighs and throw them to join the rest of our clothes.
Rosalie slowly spreads her legs for me and I lean in, inhaling her scent before I
kiss her clit. “Bailey,” she whimpers, sinking her fingers into my hair again.
I lick her slit, the entirety of it, before I swirl my tongue around her clit and gently suck. I know what she likes, I’ve eaten her sweet cunt more than a hundred times, but this feels different, everything feels different right now. Her fingers tighten in my hair as I take my time, showing her just how much I fucking love her.
Rosalie’s hips jerk and she moans loudly, knowing that there is nobody else around us. I let out a groan when I feel her body grow closer toward its release. Slipping two fingers inside of her, I concentrate my mouth on her clit, my tongue flicking between my teeth scraping and sucking it hard.
“I’m going to come,” she practically screams.
When she does, I don’t stop eating her until her body stops jerking and twitching. Quickly, I remove my pants and align my cock with her entrance. I glance up at her, her eyes are closed and she’s got a small smile tipped on her lips.
“Let me see those blue eyes, Rosalie,” I whisper. She opens her eyes slowly. Pressing my cock against her entrance, I grit my teeth together. “Are you sure?” I ask. “I don’t have anything,” I admit.
She widens her legs and lifts her hips slightly in reply. Without saying another word, I slowly sink inside of her pussy. “I need you,” she whimpers.
It’s been so long, and I don’t remember it ever feeling like this with another girl. My heart starts to race, it’s practically leaping out of my chest as I continue to slowly sink inside of her. I feel the barrier of her hymen and I stop. Deciding I’m going to pull out as a precaution, I exhale, closing my eyes.
“Blue Eyes, it’s gonna hurt,” I warn.
She gives me a small smile and slides her palms up my arms to cup both of my cheeks. “I know,” she whispers.
I break through her innocence and wince when she lets out a loud gasp. Tears fill her eyes, and I try to feel bad but she feels so fucking good that it’s hard. I slide one of my hands around her head to lift her face closer to mine, as I lower down.
Pressing my lips to her cheeks, I kiss her tears away as I let her body adjust around mine. I lick the seam of her lips and she opens them, an invitation for me to invade.
I fuck her with my tongue, then when her body loses tension beneath mine, I fuck her with my cock. I already know that I won’t last long, she’s too fucking tight, and she feels too damn good.
I close my eyes, continuing to kiss her, and glide in and out of her pussy, feeling every inch of her—relishing in this moment. This will keep me company for the next twelve weeks, this single memory alone.
Chapter One
SIX WEEKS LATER
ROSALIE
Shit.
“I’m pretty sure we learned about how to prevent this little problem in sixth grade,” Riley announces from her spot sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
I lift my gaze to her and glare. She winks, giving me a smile. She’s forever a smartass, and I usually love that about her, but right now? Not so much. “Haven’t you ever done something in the heat of the moment?” I ask, looking down at my hand.
Riley snorts. “Girl, you do know who I sleep with, right? In general, he’s a decision I make in the heat of the moment. No sane woman would choose a whore like him.”
Riley’s face softens, and she wraps her hand around my knee and gives it a squeeze. “Is it Bailey’s?” she whispers. I almost throw the pee stick at her face for even asking me a question like that. She shakes her head and then shrugs. “I assume it is, but you know what they say about assumptions, plus he’s gone,” she shrugs.
I wish I would have had Finley do this with me. She’s much sweeter, calmer, and more compassionate than her sister. “We had sex the night of Finley’s wedding before he left for San Diego,” I admit.
“You say that in a way, where it sounds like it was the first time. I know that can’t be accurate though. You guys have been sneaking around for five years,” she whispers.
I press my lips together and look at her, afraid to say the words aloud, afraid she’ll think I’m a weirdo or something. “Oh my God. You and Bailey never… before that night?” she breathes. I shake my head, refusing to actually say the words. “And that little fuck got you knocked up?” she practically yells. “You know he’s lucky he’s not here right now, I’d beat the shit out of him… or have Tinker do it at least,” then her body locks up tight. Her eyes widen and her eyes connect with mine. “What’s your dad gonna do?” she whispers.
I shake my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. I’ve been doing this a lot lately, crying, and at least now I know why.
I’m pregnant.
Pregnant with Bailey Duhart’s baby.
Bailey Duhart who is in Marine Corps boot camp and not scheduled to come back home for another six weeks.
Bailey Duhart who has only written to me once.
“My dad will probably kill both of us,” I whisper as I try to wipe some of the tears away from my eyes.
Riley snorts. “Bullshit. Your dad loves you. He might get pissed, maybe beat the shit out of Bailey when he gets home, but he won’t kill you. You’re being dramatic.”
“What would your dad do?” I ask, lifting a brow.
Riley shakes her head once before she gives me a sad smile. “He’d be mad, he’d beat the shit out of Tinker, then they’d have a beer, and he’d tell Tinker he had to do right by me,” she laughs.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?” I ask, looking down at her stomach. Her hand lays on it and she quickly moves it before she looks away from me. “Riley?” I whisper.
“Heat of the moment, right?” she says with a wobbly chin as she turns her head back toward me. “I reminded him. I told him to use a condom,” she whispers. “He didn’t.”
I reach out for her hand and take it in mine. We’re both in similar predicaments. Maybe this will be good for both of us, maybe we can lean on each other for support. “Are you going to marry him? Do you love him?” I ask.
Tinker is the exact opposite of a man that I would want. He still fucks around with club whores even though he has Riley. Although he couldn’t really go public with her, not until now. Maybe he’ll change? I highly doubt it, but he could—stranger things have happened.
“I’ve always loved Tinker. Why did you think I was always so boy crazy? I wanted to make him jealous,” she smiles sadly. “My dad’s made it pretty clear he wants us married, and Tinker is all about the club. We’re doing it all next weekend,” she shrugs.
I can tell that there is a hurt in her eyes, something she’s not telling me but it’s also something she doesn’t want to talk about. Riley is usually an open book. If she doesn’t want to talk about something, though, you can’t pry it out of her. No matter how hard you try.
“So when are you going to tell your parents?” she asks, changing the subject.
I shake my head almost violently. “I’m not telling them shit, and you can’t tell anybody. I need to talk to Bailey first.”
“You have six weeks until he comes back, Rosie,” she whispers. “How are you going to keep this a secret, you’re going to be like three months along.”
Closing my eyes, I let out a heavy exhale. “I don’t know, but I have to talk to him first.”
“I won’t tell anybody, I swear,” she whispers.
I hide the pregnancy test in a box of tampons, snorting as I do. How fitting. Riley tells me that she has to go and I thank her before giving her a hug.
“We got this,” she whispers in my ear.
I watch her walk away and try to keep from crying. If my father didn’t hate Bailey before, he’s definitely going to hate him now.
RILEY
My phone buzzes in my hand and I look down once I’m inside of my car and away from Rosalie. It’s an angry text from Tinker. He wants to know where the fuck I am. I guess I should tell him, especially since I ran out of his bedroom this morning while he was passed out. I could blame it on Rosalie, but I didn’t get her
urgent phone call until I was already in my apartment and showering.
Dustin “Tinker” Brady has been my crush since I was old enough to notice boys. He’s always been the one. Unfortunately, for me, I’m not his one and only.
In fact, I’m one of many.
He almost made some brand-slut his Old Lady around six years ago. My uncle Camo talked him out of it, and I leapt for joy when Tinker listened to his advice and didn’t go through with it.
However, after that, he turned from wild to feral. He started fucking anything and everything that had tits. Every time I would see him with some new whore, it chipped away at my heart.
When I turned eighteen I had some bright idea that I would make him mine. It was right before I got my sister and Rosalie, kidnapped. Another bright idea of mine. I decided to date someone closer to my own age. I just didn’t go about it the smartest way.
I met Benny online. He seemed awesome, and when he wanted to meet in a public place, I just knew he was going to be someone who would keep my mind off of Tinker. No other boy had been able to do that, keep me from thinking, or lusting, after my father’s man—and trust me I’d tried with other boys before.
The entire plan of mine blew up in my face. Benny was part of some club that was going to take over the Notorious Devils, and they kidnapped me, Finley, and Rosalie in an attempt to do just that. Luckily, it didn’t work. My dad may be older, but he’s a badass and pretty damn scary. Combine him with the rest of the Devils, and they’re virtually unstoppable. Thank God. They saved our lives.
I start my engine, and my phone buzzes again. I ignore it and drive back to my apartment. I need to come up with some kind of plan. If I don’t, I’ll be married to Tinker by next weekend.
The teenager inside of me does a cartwheel at that thought, but the intelligent woman, she has no desire to be shackled to a guy who can’t keep his dick in his pants—no matter how great that dick feels.
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