“You wanna dance?” I asked Heather, she looked towards the dance floor and it was full of half-naked women bumping and grinding against then men who wanted them for the night. She shook her head and I pulled her to a booth at the back of the room and we sat down. Roxy approached the table with a tray in her hand.
“You want a drink, sexy?” she asked as she bent over so I could see straight down her top.
“Beer please. Sugar, you want a drink?” she shook her head as she stared daggers at Roxy. I nodded my head at Roxy and she walked off swaying her hips.
“Do you wanna fuck me?” Heather asked out of the blue. I was shocked by her question that I didn’t answer her straight away. “Well? I’ll take your silence as a no then.” She went to stand up and I grabbed her wrist pulling her back down.
“Why are you asking that?” I was confused as hell.
“Answer the question,” she demanded. She was being very brave and pushy tonight, if she wasn’t eight months pregnant I would have swore she had been drinking.
“Of course I wanna fuck you, you’re sexy as hell.”
“Then stop looking at her like that.” She pointed to Roxy who was now walking back to us, she placed the bottle of beer on the table along with a double whiskey.
“I thought you may enjoy that too.” She winked at me. I nodded my head at her and turned my attention back to Heather.
“I am not interested in anyone else.” I pulled her close and showed her by devouring her mouth, leaving no room for doubt.
THE PARTY WAS in full swing, these things normally went on until sunrise. Though we wouldn’t see all of it as Heather was sure to be getting tired soon. She had been quiet for a little while and I looked at her and her focus was on the stage, watching the dancers.
“You ok, sugar?” I asked her, her head snapped to mine and then back to the stage like she was afraid she was going to miss something.
“Yeah, I’m just watching for some tips,” she nodded her head towards the stage.
“Oh, hell no. You’re not dancing like that. Just do what you done the other night.” I told her.
“I can’t keep doing the same routine all the time.”
“Yeah you can and then Uno will get bored and pull you off the stage.”
“Then how will I pay off the debts? By sleeping around once he’s born?” she asked placing her hand on her tummy.
“Ok, fine. But if you wanna keep them interested keep up the routine you done with Cammie.”
“Really?” She asked.
“Yeah, guys love girl on girl action,” I told her.
“Hmm, is that what you like too?” she asked me.
“I’m not gonna lie, it’s great to watch.” I smirked at her. “We best get out of here soon.”
“Why?” she asked looking around. “It’s still packed in here.”
“The sex party will start soon. Partner sharing, threesomes, orgies…”
“I get the idea,” she said holding her hand up to silence me.
“Come on let’s get you to bed. Let me hold you.” I said as I stood up and held my hand out for her.
“Wow, cuddling. Score for you,” she giggled. We walked past several people, one being the guy from the Cornish Crusaders, the piercer. He looked like he had started the party early, he had a girl riding him, her tits bouncing in his face and he held onto her hips encouraging her to go faster. I noticed that when we passed he stared at Heather and she was looking at him too.
“And you tell me off for looking at other women that way.” I chuckled.
“What? No, it was only because they were having sex right there for everyone to watch. I don’t think I could do that.”
“It happens a lot.” I told her as I pushed open my bedroom door and locked it behind me. Heather went into the bathroom to get ready for bed, she had make-up and shit to remove. I pulled off all my clothes apart from my boxers and climbed into bed.
The bathroom door opened ten minutes later and Heather walked out wearing tiny shorts and a t-shirt that was just covering her bump. I pulled back the covers so she could climb in.
“Thank you,” she said shyly. I laid on my back and stretched out my arm offering her a chance to cuddle on my chest, she tried to get as close as possible but her bump was causing us a problem. So she rolled over and I spooned her from behind. Holding her close to my body. It was nice, no awkwardness and what I didn’t expect was for her to pull my hand and place it on her tummy, where the baby was kicking. A shot of happiness and sadness coursed through my body, I loved feeling him move. But it brought painful memories of my daughter that was killed. I pushed the emotions and memories to the back of my mind and enjoyed my moment with Heather.
“I’m falling asleep.” Heather mumbled. “Give me a goodnight kiss,” she demanded. I rolled her onto her back and pressed my lips gently against hers. I was surprised when Heather laced her hands at the back of my head and pulled me closer to her. I licked along her bottom lip until she opened up for me. I found myself hardening and I wanted to climb on top of her and claim her completely. I knew it was too soon and not possible with how big she was now, I wanted to fuck her, claim every inch of her body, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to be gentle about it. I pulled away from her and she smiled at me, rolled over onto her side and fell asleep.
Heather
I WOKE up to find I was alone in bed, over the last two weeks Blade and I had spent every night cuddled up together and I always woke up to find him snoring. I was beginning to feel like I was happy here, yeah I had to dance a couple nights a week, but I just focus on Blade and pretend that I am dancing just for him. Cammie and I have started dancing together regularly as the guys seemed to really like that. My tummy interrupted my thoughts when a loud growl erupted into the room, I climbed out of bed and quickly showered before I went in search for Blade and food.
The club house was oddly quiet and there was no one in the kitchen, so I made myself some toast and a cup of tea and walked into the bar area to sit down. Cammie was sitting at one of the tables and I walked towards her.
“Morning,” I said as I lowered myself onto the chair. Cammie smiled at me and then her attention went back to painting her nails, she huffed and puffed like she was getting annoyed. “You ok?”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “I just can’t do this hand,” she pointed at her right hand. “In fact, it’s all a mess.”
“Calm down, let me see.” I grabbed her hands and she had made a shocking mess of her nails. I grabbed the nail varnish remover and took all the polish off and started repainting them for her.
“Wow, you’re really good at that,” she beamed. I smiled up at her as I concentrated on not making a mess.
“Do you want some of these on your nails too?” I asked pointing to a pack of stick on gems.
“They’re really fiddly,” she told me.
“I think I can manage.” I smiled. I had her nails finished within half an hour and she was pleased with the end result.
“Heather, these look amazing. Where did you learn to do that?”
“I’m a trained beautician,” I told her. Her head snapped up to look at me, taking her focus off her nails.
“Really? Like you can do the whole waxing and stuff too?” I nodded. “Does Uno know?”
“No, why would he?” I asked.
“He sends us all to a salon in town to get waxed, the guys like us bare. I bet if he knew you could do this, that would be a better way to pay off your debts.” I liked what she was thinking.
“I’ll talk to Blade about it, have you seen him?” I asked, looking around. “Why is it so quiet?”
“Church meeting, a lot of the girls are still in bed… So, can you do my toes for me? Waxing too?”
“I’ve been asking Blade for the last two weeks to go to my house and get my stuff for the baby, if he lets me I’ll bring my equipment with me and then I can do your toes and waxing too.” Cammie clapped her hands together and cheered as I said this.
“You’ve been asking me what?” Blade said behind me. He made me jump and I placed my hand over my heart in an attempt to slow it down.
“To get the baby things from my house.” Blade looked at Itch and then back to me. I noticed Itch nod his head slightly.
“Come on then, sugar. Let’s go get them now.”
“Really?” I asked and he nodded. I stood up quickly as I didn’t want to give him a chance to change his mind. I had to grab hold of the chair next to me as my head swam with dizziness. I tried to focus on the mirror that was hanging on the wall and felt Blade’s hands on my waist before I even saw him.
“You ok, sugar?” he asked me, I smiled at him through the mirror and nodded my head. “You sure?” he looked worried, I knew he cared about me I just wasn’t sure how much. I didn’t know if we were playing an acting game still or if we were really at the point of being a couple. Did I want that? So soon after James? What Blade and I had was different, he made me feel safe and protected even in this place. When I was in his arms I was calm and collected and I imagined a future together, all three of us. James had always been on the wild side, always out on his bike, drinking and partying. I had met him at a bar when I was twenty and the bad boy side of him called out to me, we were young and reckless and we were married within three months of meeting. I didn’t know much about an MC club, James told me he was a brother and they would always come first, that made me feel deflated but I couldn’t walk away from him, I had fallen in love with him in an instant. Getting pregnant wasn’t an accident, we had talked several times about having a family, when I say talk I mean me trying to convince him it was time to start a family and he kept putting it off, saying he wasn’t ready. The day I told him I was pregnant wouldn’t be a day that I could forget.
James walked in through the front door with a scowl on his face, he stormed through the house until he reached the kitchen and the first thing he done was pull a beer out of the fridge and emptied the contents in one long gulp.
“Hi,” I said quietly not wanting to startle him. “You ok?”
“Club business.” This was what he always said when he didn’t want to talk about anything. He looked at me and his eyes turned black with desire, I needed to tell him my news before he got distracted. He was always rough with sex and although I normally loved that I didn’t want to harm the baby that was growing inside of me. I was still in the very early stages of my pregnancy and I didn’t want to risk miscarrying. He stalked towards me and as I was about to speak his mouth came into contact with mine and he was thrusting his tongue against mine. My body responded as it always did, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up so I was sitting on the kitchen worktop. His hands ran down my front and under my t-shirt until he had my breasts in his palms, he pulled at my nipples and I moaned into his mouth, moving my body over his hard cock, looking for relief. He released my breasts and pulled at my legs, telling me to wrap them around him. As I did this he carried and slammed me into the closest wall. I let out a yelp and he grinned at me, thinking that I was enjoying this. He turned me around and walked a couple of more paces and slammed me into another wall.
“No, stop, please.” I begged. He pulled back and looked at me, confusion written across his face. I took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant,” he lowered me to the floor and took a step back.
“How? I thought we talked about this? It’s too soon.”
“I guess I must have missed a pill.” I said shrugging my shoulders, when in fact I hadn’t been on my pill for the last six months in the hopes of getting pregnant, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.
“You done this,” he growled and he pushed me back against the wall, his hand closing around my throat. I tried giving him a pleading look but it wasn’t working. “Get rid of it,” he demanded.
“NO!” I screamed in his face, pushing at his chest with my hands. He didn’t move. “This is our baby, we made this together.” He let go of me and began walking towards the front door. “Where are you going?” I called out.
“Out, I can’t stand to look at you right now.” I slid down the wall until my bum hit the floor and I cried into my hands. I was not getting rid of my baby, if he didn’t want it, then I would leave him. I could do this alone.
“Sugar?” Blade’s voice snapped me out of my memory and I was glad that I now had him, even though I knew he was keeping things from me, I just hoped in time he would trust me enough to talk about his past.
Heather
WE PULLED up to my house in Cornwall in a large truck that Blade had borrowed from the club. I felt a sense of serenity wash over me and I couldn’t wait to get inside, I was hoping that Blade would let me stay for a little bit, I missed being in there. As we were about to climb out of the vehicle Blade’s phone began ringing. He looked at it and then at me.
“I gotta answer this, stay there, sugar.” He climbed out of the truck as he answered the phone and I watched him pacing up and down, running his hand through his hair, he looked at me every couple of seconds. Once he had stopped moving and had his back to me I climbed out of the truck quietly and started walking towards the front door, digging around in my bag for my keys. I didn’t need Blade with me constantly, I was quite capable of going into my house alone and gathering the things I needed. I pulled my keys out of my bag and inserted them into the lock, I turned them and the door didn’t unlock. I checked to make sure I was using the correct key and tried again this time pulling at the door handle too. Had someone changed the locks and not told me? I looked behind me to call out for Blade and saw that he had started walking towards me and he looked pissed off. I heard the door behind me open and wondered why someone was in my house.
“Can I help you?” A tall, pretty blonde woman asked.
“Who are you?” I asked. She didn’t answer, she opened the door wider and placed her hands on her hips. I looked over her shoulder and noticed that my house had been completely re decorated.
“You come to my house and ask who I am? What do you want lady?”
“Sugar…” Blade said from behind me. I spun around to face him.
“Why is she living in my house?” I asked. “Where is all of my stuff?”
“Oh, has no one told her yet? Awkward.” The blonde sung.
“Tell me what?” I stomped my foot as I was getting impatient.
“Well…” The blonde started when Blade interrupted her.
“Thanks, Jess, you can go now.” I heard the door behind me shut and Blade held my hand and began leading me back down the path and around the side of the house and towards the garage.
“Where are you taking me? What’s going on? Why is she in my house?” I sobbed. Blade stopped walking and wrapped his arms around me until I calmed down. We sat on a garden bench that was near the garage, I don’t remember this ever being there.
“Sugar, the Devon MC owns this house,” he pointed at my house over his shoulder.
“No, it’s mine and James’s house, we bought it together nearly six years ago. I had some money left to me when my Gramps died. This is my house now.”
Blade shook his head. “I’m sorry, sugar, all I know is this is one of the Devon MC’s properties… All of your stuff is here, in the garage.” He got up and opened the large door and I saw all of the baby items and my work stuff too. I needed all of that if I could convince Uno to let me work at the clubhouse.
“Where is all of my money then? If I didn’t buy this house?”
“I really don’t know,” he answered. “Come on, let’s grab what you need and load up the truck.” He walked towards me and pulled me to my feet. “I’ll reverse the truck down here.” I nodded and he jogged towards the truck as I walked into the garage.
BLADE HAD LOADED everything I wanted to take with me into the truck, he refused to let me lift anything except for cuddly toys and bedding.
“Where are we going to put this all?” I asked as we climbed back into the truck.
“We’ll make it fit in our room, sugar,” he
smiled at me.
“Can we go via the beach please?” I asked, smiling sweetly. He didn’t answer straight away so I added; “It’s been a shock of a day and I still need answers, I’m guessing I’m gonna have to speak to Uno about that. I just want to breathe in some fresh Cornish sea, please?” I pleaded, placing my hands on his arm. He nodded and I squealed in excitement.
A few minutes later we were pulling up to the beach at Portwrinkle, the sky was blue with only a small scattering of clouds. The sound of the sea relaxed me instantly and I couldn’t wait to paddle in it. I was thankful that I wore a summer dress and sandals today. I climbed out of the truck and looked at Blade.
“You’re not really dressed for the beach.” He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. Biker boots and his leather cut, telling everyone he was part of the Devon Destroyers MC. “Lose the boots and jacket and roll up your jeans,” I told him as I slipped my feet out of my sandals. He stood there staring at me. “What?” I asked. He strolled towards me and pressed me up against the truck.
“I’m the one that tells you what to do, not the other way around, sugar,” he growled as he trailed kisses and nibbles down my neck.
“Blade…” I panted, he knew exactly what buttons to push to make my body feel alive. I was craving the intimacy and soon I wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer.
“This will be the one and only time I do as you say, got it?” I nodded and he placed a chaste kiss on my lips before he proceeded to remove his boots and leather cut, leaving them in the truck.
We walked hand in hand down the steps and across the pebbly beach towards the sea.
“Ow, fuck. Why did I have to remove my boots to walk across stones that hurt my feet?” Blade complained.
“They’re pebbles and it’s the beach experience. Come on.” I tugged at his hand and we walked closer and closer towards the sea, I breathed in the salty sea air, I missed this so much. Living in Devon wasn’t the same as Cornwall, if I got the choice in the future I would definitely move back here.
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