EPILOGUE
“The Filthy Wedding Night. Party of two.” – The Hawk’s
“No, Gia. I mean it. No babies. You don’t want some screwed up kid turning out like me.”
“Hawk … I’m just a girl, sitting on her man’s dick, asking him to push a baby into her.”
The growl coming from him was feral and so delicious she bit back her smile as he grabbed her hips.
“Stop. You know that shit messes with my head.”
She did.
He was so erotic.
So, ruggedly beautiful.
So, her husband as of a few hours ago when they stood in front of family and friends and took their vows to one another.
“You know making babies means more sex.” She played her top card. Being an old lady to a notorious biker member she’d learned fast what triggered Hawk into giving Gia her own way.
He was such a Gia pleaser.
“Plus, he’d be half mine and you know I’m a genius. I want to consummate our marriage with my biker husband by making a baby.”
His blond head reared up. Eyes flashed. Nostrils flared like he could already smell the sex on their bodies. Gia waited it out. Smiling.
“How much more?”
“A lot more, baby. You’d have to plant all your seed inside me a lot of times. Make sure it’s deep in there. Over and over.” He growled tackling her to the floor, guarding her head with his large palm, before she’d even finished speaking.
Gia laughed until he thrust inside her and then she groaned for her man.
She groaned a lot in the next hour.
They lay like roadkill on the carpet. Chests rapid with breaths.
Gia a sated mess.
Hawk a heaving mess.
His eyes closed, a hand resting on her belly.
Gia turned half towards him.
“I’m meticulous in doing this job right, little bit,” he told her in between slippery, panting kisses. His little finger playing around her navel. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll do that all over again, fill you. And fill you.” He reached up and stroked hair from her face and smiled that half smile of his. It lit Gia up from the inside even as her body renewed with a fresh wave of desire starting low in her belly where his finger toyed with her. “And don’t think I don’t know how you manipulated my dick.”
She merely grinned at her worn-out husband for a job well done. No one could accuse Hawk of half-assing anything. Not as a Vice President in an MC or as her new husband. “He likes me a lot.”
Hawk grunted what she called his chuckle.
His eyes closed to regain his strength.
Little did her man know.
But he was about to.
Drawing patterns on his sweat slicked chest, around and around she went, she hummed to herself. Happiness radiating through her pores. “You already did your job. By the way. Real damn well as it goes.”
He cranked one eye. Not quite getting it.
And then Gia watched his face turn white, every drop of sexual exertion color dropped off his skin. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.
A rare show of shock from Hawk. She was delighted.
“Gia, what do you mean?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“But we only just…” he gestured between her legs. Gia couldn’t help it, she laughed and curled herself into his side. He immediately cuddled her in. “My load isn’t driving a Lamborghini, little bit.”
“You already got me pregnant several weeks ago, Colton. I hope It was the night you proposed. You’re going to be a daddy.”
He reared up off the floor so fast.
Naked, sweaty. Wild. Hers.
“Jesus Christ, Gia! I just fucked you like an animal on all fours.”
She dreamy sighed. Her body was still feeling it in her hip bones and deep, deep inside where she pulsed wet. “I know. It was wonderful. And I want to do it again in ...” She craned her neck to look at the clock. “Four more minutes, baby.”
A bit later when Hawk regained his mind, he Gia cuddled on his lap, his big hand cupped over her still flat belly. She suspected this was her perch for the next nine months. “You totally played me.” She could hear the satisfied smile in his voice. With a man like Hawk who didn’t give away emotions very well you had to look closely for the clues and she’d become an expert in reading his tones of voice.
“Yeah, I did. Do you still love me?”
An instant answer. “Always.”
THE END BEGINNING.