by DL Gallie
“Did you just ask our daughter to shit on Bay?” Charli questions from the doorway. Looking up, I see my Angel standing in the entrance to Carter’s room staring at me. She’s wearing a navy sundress that hugs her curves and showcases her gorgeous tits. Charli always had nice tits but her tits since having Carter are even more plump and delectable.
“Yep,” I say, letting the ‘P’ pop. “If anyone deserves to be shit upon, it’s your best friend. Don’t get me wrong, she’s great but…” I shrug, leaving that sentence open-ended. Looking back down at our giggling munchkin, I grin when I see a twinkle in her eye that I take as her confirming that she’ll shit on Bay for me. “That’s my girl,” I tell her, bopping her on the tip of her nose.
Charli shakes her head at me. “You are terrible, Agent Cruz.”
“I’ll show you just how terrible I am as soon as we’re alone.” Picking up our daughter, I wink at my Angel and notice her cheeks darken. She’s biting her lip in that ‘fuck me now way’ and she’s clenching her thighs together, from that action I know, tonight is going to be fucking—literally—amazing.
We’ve just said goodbye to Carter, Charli seems a little sad but I’m sure a soon as we get home, I can get her mind off our daughter. Reaching over, I rest my hand on her knee and squeeze. She covers my hand, I can feel her gaze on me. “What’s on your mind, Angel?”
“Is it silly that I miss her already?”
“Not at all.” I glance at her and smile, turning my attention back to the road. “I miss her too, but I promise that I’ll do my best to keep you and your mind occupied.”
“And what do you have in mind?”
“I cannot reveal all my secrets to you…but I will say, I’m ever so glad you’re wearing a dress.”
“And why is that?”
“For starters, I can do this.” Sliding my hand up her thigh, I slip it between the gap. She widens her legs for me and I run the tip of my finger up her panty-covered slit. She shudders and I can’t help but grin, but I’m also cursing myself. We are still ten minutes from home and just from running my finger over her panties, they’re soaked and my cock is now rock-hard.
“And then what?” she breathlessly says. Pressing on my hand and pushing my palm against her heated mound.
“And then nothing.” Her eyes widen and she shoots daggers at me. “Nothing because if I keep going, I will either crash or pull over and fuck you on the side of the road, and for what I have planned, I don’t want any interruptions.”
“Well, hurry up and get home, because I need you now, Nic.”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice, so I increase my speed and make the remaining ten-minute trip in seven. We pull into the garage and I turn the car off. Turning to face Charli, I find her staring intently at me. We both lean forward at the same time and our lips slam together in a heated and carnal kiss. I thread my fingers into her hair and deepen our connection. Her tongue licks along my lips before slipping into my mouth. The temperature in the car rising with each lash of our tongues together.
“More,” she moans against my lips.
Breaking the connection, I pull back and stare. Charli is gorgeous at the best of times but when she’s glowing with arousal, fuck me sideways, she’s stunning. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. “Don’t move,” I growl at her. Pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, I pull back, unbuckle my belt, and climb out. I round the hood of the car and open her door. Staring down at her, I offer my hand. She places her palm in mine and an electrical current zaps through me, every nerve ending in my body buzzing with desire.
Pulling her up, I slide my hand around her waist and pull her in. Grazing my nose up her neck, I nibble her earlobe and whisper, “I’m going to fuck you on my bike and then we are going to take a ride. When we arrive home, I’ll fuck you on the bike again and then I’m going to feed you. Then I’ll carry you to our bed and I’m going to make love to my fiancée all night long.” Lifting my head, I stare at my Angel. “Nod if you agree with this plan.”
Her tongue darts out and she licks her lip. She nods her head, steps around me, and walks over to my bike. Along the way, she lifts her dress over her head, leaving her in her panties and bra. She looks at me over her shoulder and drops her dress to the cement. She spins to face me, and walks backward to my back. She lifts herself up onto the seat and spreads her legs. She leans back on her hands and stares at me intently. Raising her eyebrows she seductively says, “What are you waiting for, Biker Boy?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.” Stalking toward her, I grip the collar of my shirt and pull it over my head, stopping between her spread legs.
“Man, it's hot when you do that.”
“Do what?” I ask, as I unbutton my jeans.
“Remove your shirt with one hand like that.”
“Duly noted.” I kick off my jeans and briefs. My cock springs free, the tip glistening with arousal at the sight of a lingerie-clad Charli on my bike.
“I stand corrected,” she says, her eyes roaming over my naked body, “you fully naked is the hottest sight ever.”
“You in lingerie on my bike is the hottest thing ever.”
We stare at one another and like in the car moments ago, the temperature in the garage increases with each passing moment. Charli lifts her hand and drags the tip of her finger down her chest and under her panties. “I stand corrected, you on my bike in lingerie with your hand in your panties is the hottest sight ever.”
With my eyes locked on Charli, I take the final step toward her and I slide my hand into her panties with hers. Together we slide our fingers in and out of her slit. The material of her panties is in the way; pulling my hand out, I grip the side and tear them off her body. Dropping to my knees, I nudge her hand out of the way with my nose, and inhale before licking her from taint to clit. “Niiiiic,” she moans. Gripping my head in her hands, she presses my face into her mound as I begin to lick up and down her slit. Pushing my tongue inside, she moans, thrusting herself against my tongue. I slip a finger inside, pulling out, I thrust back in and it sets her off, she orgasms—loudly—and coats my face with her arousal.
When her body tremors cease, I kiss up her body. Her skin breaking out in goosebumps. Kissing up her neck, I lift her leg, and wrap it around my waist. Lifting my head, I gaze into her hazel orbs as I press my length inside her, her head drops back as I slide myself in to the hilt. “Watch,” I growl, she lifts her head and together we watch my dick slide in and out. Thrusting my hips back and forth, in and out. We rock ourselves into oblivion, both of us crashing over the edge at the same time. Murmuring each other’s name as pleasure courses through our veins.
Resting my forehead against hers, I vow, “I love you, Charli Davis.”
“I love you too.”
It’s the middle of the night and Charli and I are naked in bed, she’s cuddled into my side and is sound asleep. We did exactly as I planned and now we are both exhausted, well fucked, but exhausted. I lost count as to how many orgasms I gave my Angel, but the image of her fingering herself on my bike will be engrained in my memory forever.
Brushing a tendril of hair behind her ear, I stare down at her. She really is beautiful, and lives up to her name of Angel. She’s pure on the inside and out. I’m still amazed that she’s mine. Sure, our journey here hasn’t been easy but anything worth fighting for is worth it, and I would go to hell and back for her, and Carter. Those two own my heart and soul.
“Are you staring at me again?” she asks, lifting her head to look up at me.
“Yep, I can’t help it.”
“You are too sweet but if you don’t get some shut-eye now, tomorrow with our lil’ munchkin is going to be tough.”
“It will be worth it. You are worth every sleepless moment.”
“You are such a sweet talker and I love it, but we need sleep.”
“Fine,” I huff, “but in the morning…”
“…we can do it on your bike again before we go ge
t Carter.”
“I was going to suggest waffles but I’m okay with another bike fucking.”
“Waffles on the bike,” she suggests.
“Charli on the bike…waffles off Charli in the kitchen.”
“I like that plan.” She presses a quick kiss to my lips. “Now sleep.”
She snuggles into my side and like she always does, she drifts off to sleep in my arms. This is the best way to fall asleep, and I’m lucky because I get to do this every day for the rest of my life. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
40
Charli
Today is my wedding day and I’ll officially become Mrs. Biker Boy. I cannot wait to start my life with Nic and Carter officially as a Cruz.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I think back to when I first met Nic and my heart flutters, just like it did that night when I saw him pull up on his bike at Bin 501. I was never into the biker boy thing, but that night I did many things I’d never done before, and I’m glad I took the chance because it led me here.
A knock on the door startles me. “Come in,” I yell.
“I can’t,” a deep gruff sexy voice says through the wood, “it’s bad luck to see the bride but I needed to see you.”
Walking over to the door, I rest my palm flat against the surface. “Well how can you see me, if there’s a door in the way?”
“I can feel your presence whenever you’re around.” Swoon.
“You've already sealed the deal, Biker Boy, no need to go all out with the swoon.”
“I will swoon you like you’ve never been swooned before, Angel. Now, in the front pocket of your overnight bag is a little something for you.”
Walking over to my bag, I unzip the pocket and inside is a long black box. “What did you do?” I ask.
“Open it and see.”
Lifting the lid, I gasp. Inside the box is a Pandora bracelet with three charms: baby booties with a pink stone, a motorcycle, and last but not least, a rose gold infinity heart dangle charm.
“Nic,” I cry, “it’s beautiful.”
“Just like you. Carter and I cannot wait to see you, now dry those tears and come marry me.”
Nodding, I stand here and stare at the bracelet when I hear Baylor yelling, “Dominic Cruz, what are you doing here? You better not have seen her.”
“Calm your tits, woman, I stayed in the hallway this whole time.”
“You better not be lying to me. I don’t care that it’s your wedding day, I will kick you in the nuts if you ruin this for my girl in there.”
Swinging the door open, Baylor lifts her hand and covers Nic’s eyes, even though his back is to me. “He can’t see you,” she growls at me over his shoulder.
Pushing Baylor’s hands out of the way, I cover his eyes with my hands and step in front of him. I press my lips to his. “I love the bracelet.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “And I cannot wait to marry you.” KISS
“I love you too, Angel, and I cannot wait for you to officially be mine.”
“Seriously,” Baylor growls. “You,” she pulls on my arm and covers Nic’s eyes, “inside, and you, get to the altar so you can make her yours.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Don’t fucking call me ma’am,” she growls at Nic, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Watch your mouth, Kitten,” Corey snarls from behind her and I laugh again. I notice Bay’s eyes glaze over when she hears Corey’s voice. “Sorry to break up this Hallmark moment, but it's go time, people.”
“See you soon, fiancé,” I whisper into Nic’s ear. “I’ll be the one in a white dress.”
“And I’ll be in the one in a tux with his eyes glued to you.”
Corey drags Nic away from me and Baylor pushes me back into the dressing room. “Seriously, I leave you alone for five minutes and you do this.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have snuck off to fuck you husband in the room next door.”
“How did you know?” she asks, as she attaches my veil.
“I have ears and you’re not all that quiet when you come. I see nothing has changed since the WitSec cabin with you two.”
“You’re just jealous that I got some just now and you have to wait until after the ceremony.”
“Touché,” I tell her, but really I’m fine because last night before Nic took off, he and I had one last romp on his bike. Doing it on his bike is one of my favorite extracurricular activities to partake in. Taking a deep breath, I run my hand down my dress and stare at myself again.
Looking over to my best friend I proudly say, “Let’s go get me married.”
I am now officially Charli Cruz; we are the Cruzes. I love saying that just as much as I love my husband and our daughter. Carter is in Nic’s arms and we are walking back down the aisle as a family. I’m grinning from ear to ear, I have never been happier than I am in this moment.
Looking up at my husband—love saying that already—and daughter, my grin widens. Happiness, love, and everything in between courses through my veins. Falling for Agent Cruz was the best decision I ever made.
Epilogue
Charli
…three years later
Watching Nic in a pink tutu with Carter in her orange one has my ovaries bursting at the seams, if I wasn’t already pregnant, I’m sure I would be. Nic is the best dad and he treats our little princess like a queen. I can’t wait to see what he’s like with our little princes, Davis and DJ—Dominic Jr.—when they arrive in a few short weeks.
A few weeks ago we moved into our forever home. With twins on the way, the old place wasn’t big enough for a family of five but this place, it’s big enough for a football team but after DJ and Davis, no more kids for us. Carter is already a handful, so I can only imagine what my two new Cruzes are going to be like when the three of them are together.
Nic and Carter are still in the living room dancing around together. If I wasn’t the size of our new house, I’d be up with them, but instead I’m sitting on our new blue sofa eating, you guessed it, cheeseburgers. The burger craving from having twins is out of control, thank the heavens for twenty-four seven McDelivery.
“No eating on the sofa, Mommy,” Carter says.
“I think Mommy gets a free pass,” Nic says, scooping her up into his arms and flying her around the room. “Growing babies is hard work, so we need to make things as easy as possible for Mommy until the boys arrive.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she says. “Can we go for a swim?”
“If you have a nap, sure.”
“Put me down,” she says to Nic, she races over to me and grips my cheeks. “Daddy said if I nap, I can go swimming so I’m going to nap.”
“Okay, munchkin. Do you want me to tuck you in?”
“No, I’m a big girl now, I do it.” She rests her hands on my big belly and gets close, then she whispers, “I’m going to nap, baby boys, and then swim.” She kisses my stomach and my eyes well with tears at the scene before me. Damn pregnancy hormones making me emotional at the drop of a hat.
Sitting here, I watch Carter skip to her room. “We did good, didn’t we?” Nic says, taking a seat next to me and pulling me into his side.
Nodding my head, I wipe away a stray tear. “We sure did.” Leaning my head back, I stare up at him and I’m overcome with emotion. “I really am a lucky woman and I’m so glad I climbed on the back of your bike that night.”
“Me too, Angel, me too.” He kisses my temple and drapes his arm over my belly. Snuggling into him, I pull his arm tighter around me and sigh. #TeamCruz really is the best team to be on, and I can’t wait for our trio to become a quintuple.
Bonus Epilogue
Charli
…nineteen years later
“I can’t believe our little girl is graduating college today,” I say to Nic, as he steps out of the bathroom. A towel around his waist with his abs on display, rendering me speechless when my gaze drops to the illusive ‘V.’ Nic is just as good-looking today as he was twenty-two years ago when we first
met.
The doorbell rings, snapping my attention away from the dirty thoughts that were playing through my mind at the sight of my husband semi-naked. “I’ll get it, you,” I twirl my finger at him, “put some clothes on.”
“You don’t tell me to do that often,” he teases with a wink.
“Down, boy. We cannot be late for our daughter’s college graduation.”
“Spoilsport,” he whines, dropping his towel and giving me an unobstructed view of his sexy as sin body.
“I was going to say maybe when we get home we can go for a ride, if you know what I mean, but if you’re going to be like that…”
He grabs my arm and pulls me into his chest. “We are definitely going for a ride later, Mrs. Cruz.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Biker Boy.”
He presses his lips to mine and what starts out as a sensual kiss, quickly turns heated. The doorbell rings again, pulling us apart.
“Coming,” I yell, as I walk away from Nic to answer the door.
“You will be later,” he teases as I close the door behind me. Walking down the hallway, I open the door to see Mason, Avery and Flynn’s son and Carter’s boyfriend, standing in the doorway.
“Hey, Mase,” I greet him. “I thought you’d be with Carter?”
“I…I…I wanted to talk to you and Mr. Cruz before the ceremony.”
“Okay, come on in. Nic is just getting ready.”
“Can I get you a drink?” He shakes his head. “You look nervous, is everything okay?” He nods his head, sweat beading at this temple.
“Mason, what are you doing here?” Nic says, walking into the living area doing up the cuff on his dress shirt.
