“Ohhh,” I breathed.
My eyes closed as he started to suck on my neck, coaxing my orgasm to the surface.
I arched, rubbing my aching nipples against his chest.
The rasp of my lace bra dragging along the hard plane of his chest had a moan leeching out of my throat.
My eyes crossed, and I yanked his beard down, bringing the rest of his face with it, and slammed my lips against his own.
“Fuck,” he growled against my lips. “You want me, baby?”
Of course I wanted him. What kind of a stupid question was that?
I nodded anyway, though, just in case he needed the encouragement.
He grinned his Cheshire cat grin, showing me his teeth, and then reared up off of me—all the while being careful of my belly as he moved.
Our clothes were discarded. The bed was raked clean of the rest of my clothing, which likely were going to need to be vacuumed or lint rolled from all of the cat hair.
Then he was maneuvering me onto my side, and crawling into the bed behind me.
He brought his hand to the back of my thigh and lifted it, scooting even closer and allowing his hardened cock to drag deliciously through the lips of my sex.
I bit my lip, my head going back, and moaned—long and loud.
I reached down between my legs and captured his hard cock, squeezing the tip lightly as I lined him up with my entrance.
The moment he felt himself positioned, he gave a loud grunt and thrust inside of me.
He didn’t fit.
At least not yet, anyway.
So he had to play with my clit, coaxing my body to produce more wetness to ease his way inside.
Luckily, he didn’t have to do much more than look pretty, because the moment his rough fingers found my clit, I started to be pulled under.
At first I was able to think.
But it quickly became apparent that there would be no thinking when Truth’s cock was inside of me, so I gave up and just focused on how good it felt.
I loved the way his hard cock filled me up when he thrust forward and even how it left me feeling bereft as he pulled away.
I looped my hand up, tangling it in his hair, and started to move my hips as best as I could despite him holding me exactly where he wanted me.
“Baby?”
I ignored him, and he moved his large hand down between my thighs and went back to playing with my clit.
“You okay?” he rasped against my ear.
I bit my lip.
I was so fucking close, and all he wanted to do was fucking talk to me.
“Perfect,” I gasped. “Fuckin’ hurry!”
He growled, leaned down, and drug his bearded jaw along the length of my shoulder that he could reach without moving.
And I had to say, the man was a freakin’ genius. The faster and harder he thrust, the more I wanted to scream out with pleasure.
But, alas, I couldn’t. Not and walk out of the bedroom with my head held high.
Though, I guess, technically, Ghost wasn’t in a great mood lately, anyway. Hearing Truth and I have sex was the least of his worries.
Seanshine, though, would happily make my husband feel bad for forgetting about them.
Me, though, I didn’t care. One second I was contemplating the men outside, and the next Truth rolled me over onto my knees, holding onto my hips until I could get my knees and arms underneath of me.
Once I was up and not squishing our baby, he returned to fucking me. This time it was rougher. Less sweet and more raw.
Thrust, thrust.
Smack.
I gasped, my eyes springing open, and turned my head to glare at him over my shoulder.
“Fuck, Truth!” I gasped. “What the fuck?”
My words, however, were lost on him as he picked up his pace.
Our bodies were smacking together, echoing off the empty walls of our shared bedroom.
“Come,” he ordered. “Use your fingers if you have to.”
I didn’t need to.
He didn’t even need to tell me to come, because I was halfway gone before he’d even finished his sentence.
I cried out and clamped down on his cock, my face burying in the pillow that was half under my body, half under my head.
He cursed and bucked wildly as his thrusts became erratic and uneven.
Then I heard his groan of completion as he followed me over the edge into the abyss.
“Fucking better and better every single time,” Truth said, letting his sweaty body lean over my naked back. “I love you, Very.”
I smiled.
“I love you, too, Truth.”
His growl of happiness was made against the back of my neck, and I shivered as the words hit home.
I loved this man. I loved the way he left me for hours on end, and I’d find him building a sword, all hot and sweaty into the wee hours of the night. I loved the way his eyes lit up when I brought him tea, juice, or coke for no reason. I loved the way he would curl me close when he felt I’d gotten too far away from him during the night or even while we were eating dinner.
But, most of all, I loved how he loved me. Without limits.
He didn’t care that anyone thought he was whipped or too attentive to me. He only cared about what he and I thought, and that was everything.
***
Two hours and a sated vagina later, I was trying not to fall asleep as I waited for dinner to be ready.
We were all gathered around the bar eating when something popped.
The food on the stove. Hot grease that Big Papa was using to fry some chicken. The problem was that there were a lot of people eating, and he had a lot of it to do.
Aaron and his wife, Imogen. Tommy Tom and his wife, Tally, as well as their daughter who was putting the chicken away just about as fast as Big Papa could fry it. Then there was me and Truth. Seanshine and his most current date—who happened to be Tommy Tom’s sister. The two former prospects who were full blown members of The Dixie Wardens MC now. Their dates. Then Big Papa’s date, whom, I might add, was a complete and total bitch.
The pop of the fryer caused me to jump and turn. Food went everywhere, and Ghost, who’d been standing about a foot away holding a plate for Big Papa grunted. Then he was moving, turning and twisting at the same time he yanked his t-shirt off over his head.
I saw that the plate of chicken was on the table, saved by Ghost before he’d yanked his t-shirt off.
The split-second I saw of the back of his t-shirt before it was on the ground showed oil streaking his back, and dripping down his pants.
“Oh, shit!” I gasped, coming to my feet as did a few of the other ladies that were sitting surrounding the table.
Three pregnant ladies, all waiting for food, didn’t make for patient waiting.
“Ghost!” Tally gasped, already moving around the table.
I made it around the other way just as Imogen got off her stool, both of us jumping over Tank who looked annoyed that we would dare disturb his sleep.
That was how three pregnant ladies, all hormonal as hell, were found standing around a practically naked man who was in the process of taking off his pants when their men came in to see what the commotion was all about.