As I walked down the hall towards my brothers, I really wished that leading a notorious biker club came with a goddamn training manual.

But the easy shit never did.

This life was a fucking addiction and I loved every last, oily drop. Eighteen powerful bikes and their riders, each one more formidable than the last, answered to me… and I took all that raw, rumbling power and redirected it to destroying anyone who dared break the peace.

We protected people.

We defended the innocent.

We were renegades, and damn proud of it.

Thanks to our moonlight exploits, countless fucking lives had been saved. My territory was safer than ever. After news of our victories filled the desert underworld, there wasn’t a criminal alive that dared to step foot here to start shit.

But that meant one thing...

Change was coming.

The Devil’s Dragons MC was headquartered in a dusty, dilapidated bar in El Paso. Not for much longer, I smiled as I crossed my arms and leaned against the beer-stained countertop.

“Gather ‘round, boys!” I bellowed out.

Between shooting the shit over rounds of beer and challenging each other at pool, the Devil’s Dragons were all here and accounted for. Every pair of eyes in the joint turned to me, and the merriment slowly died down.

It was rare these days that I specifically called for the entire club to be present, and I expected that they would know what that meant: news.

Big news.

I glanced briefly around the room.

To the left stood seasoned biker veteran Grizz Hawkins, his heavy arm wrapped around the waist of his woman. I couldn’t have asked for a better first mate, because he had it all: loyalty, skill, reliability, and even diplomacy. The fact that his latest mission had renewed his passion by reuniting him with Kate, his long lost love, was just icing on the goddamn cake.

Kate herself looked thoughtful. She was the newest face in the crowd – hell, she’d been in this bar less than a goddamn week. I didn’t blame her for being out of her depth. But between Grizz and Sarah, she was already adjusting to the biker life.

As for Sarah…

The love of my life kept her hand to the small of her back, her stomach swelling with our baby. She beamed proudly, motherhood already glowing along her skin. Fate had torn us apart when we were teenagers, but we had persevered against all odds and come back together through thick and thin.

The rock on her finger was proof.

I had made this woman my fiancée.

The rest of the MC was gathered around and behind them – including war-torn Ricochet, boisterous Victor, trigger-happy Torque, young Skid, and too many other names.

I looked upon them all with pride.

Sarah, Grizz, and Kate shared a pleased look. They knew what was coming, and were ready to finally hear me let the cat out of the bag.

“Dragons, I have good news… ”

The room swelled with anticipation.

“We’re going to New Orleans.”

The crowd roared with cheer.

My arrogant redheaded bartender slid a pint of my favorite beer my way as I let them have their moment of celebration. I took a deep swig to steel myself for the rest of the meeting.

The noise died down as I wiped my lip and continued. “I expect that all of you know by now that Grizz came back successful in his mission. He’s found us contract work, a place to call home, and room in the New Orleans underworld. Hell, he even found himself his old squeeze…”

Good-natured rowdy whoops rang out from the other bikers as Grizz hid a smile. Kate had no such shame, and quickly pulled him into a loving kiss to the sound of more jubilation.

Yeah, she was gonna fit in just fine.

My tone went serious, and the others calmed. “But we’ve got plenty of shit to handle before we go, or this place is going to erupt into chaos the second we’re out.”

I turned to key faces in the crowd.

“I want full updates on everything. Inventory, maintenance, contracts, the funds… by the time this meeting is over, I want everyone to know right where we all stand, because we’re gonna have our work cut out for us…”

* * *

An hour later, the club meeting was adjourned.

While I left Grizz to organize the club into divisions that would tackle our problems, I took Sarah out back to enjoy a little sunshine.

As suspected, the money was drying up. That much wasn’t news. I was relieved to hear that we had enough funds stashed away to get us packed up and moved. It would be a tight scrape, but we had a few holdout contracts for breathing room.

After all, we made our livelihoods with armed protection. If you’re real good at that, sometimes you find yourself out of a job…

“Sounds to me like things have gotten a little sloppy,” Sarah poked me with a sly smile as we stood on the back patio, staring out over the sprawling shrubs of the desert. “And here I was, thinking that you liked to run a tight ship…”

I grunted crossly.

“In a time of peace, engines go unoiled and guns go without proper cleanings. But with all the heat we’ve had this last year, I’m disappointed that they’ve gotten so sloppy, so quickly…”

It was true.

I was infuriated at their carelessness.

But Sarah knew how to calm me down. My lover pulled my hands off of the railing and to her face, kissing me deeply.

The irritation was already fading, drowned by the passion of her love.

No matter how disorganized the Dragons had gotten, or how dangerous our enemies could be, I knew that I would always be a stronger, tougher man with this woman at my side.

I’d already put a ring on her finger.

But there were other ways I could prove it.

My teeth caught her bottom lip as I sucked it lightly into my mouth, pulling her kiss deeper. The heat of the desert wafted around us as I lifted my rugged hands to her sincere, cherubic face.

I always loved how warm and soft her cheeks felt as I cupped my palms around them. For ten long, lonely years, I thought I’d never feel the touch of her skin again.

I intended to make the most of it.

We pushed back through the patio door and slipped towards our private room in the back, ignoring the controlled chaos of the front bar. Within moments we were both down in our bed, clothes scattering to the floor as our lips stayed locked in a constant, loving clash.

Goddamn, I loved this woman.

Sarah’s sex drive had been insatiable with her pregnancy, and we hadn’t let that go to waste. Without any need for a barrier between us, I had shot inside her enough to re-impregnate her dozens, possibly hundreds of times.

I descended down upon her, peppering a trail of kisses along her throat, down her rolling stomach, and slowly towards her glistening sex. Her impatient, trembling hands slipped into my hair and pulled me taut as I inhaled her essence, my tongue slick but hard against her clit.

“Oh God, Hunter…”

I loved to hear my name on her breath.

Carefully slipping her curvy thighs over my shoulders, I doubled down on pleasing her. My fingernails clamped into her skin – not too hard, but tough enough to send a shiver down her spine as I lapped away at her delicious pussy.

Her body tightened against me.

“That’s right, baby, right there...”

I loved making her feel like this. The best part was that the pregnancy made her even more sensitive to my touch. It would only take a few minutes because she always seemed to be right on the verge of coming…

“Oh fuck,” she suddenly gasped, her hands clenching harder into my hair. “Don’t stop–”

I’m not going to, baby, I smiled to myself.

Instead, I dug down even deeper, drinking in the juices flowing from her as her body stiffened. I could barely breathe as she held my face buried into her wet pussy, riding out what felt like another few incredible orgasms.

“How many this time?” I chuckled when she finally released her grip.

“Who’s counting,” she muttered slyly.

“I counted three.”

She silenced me with a commanding, curling finger. “Shut up and get inside me…”

And I did.

I loved this beautiful woman, and I loved to make hard love to her. The best feeling on the goddamn planet was sliding the full length of my throbbing hot cock inside her wet, juicy body, shoving myself inside her with each mighty thrust of my hips.

The sensation was even better with no need to slap on the rubber, leaving no barrier between our hungry bodies. With her increased sex drive, that was a powerful sensation I got to feel again…

And again…

And again…

The third trimester pregnancy meant that we had to get a little inventive with the positions, but her insatiable need to feel me inside her gave me plenty of incentive to put my core strength to great goddamn use. A little extra creativity in the sheets was a small price to pay for a constant barrage of pleasure with this amazing, beautiful woman I loved so goddamn much.

Just like right now.

We flipped positions a handful of times. As Sarah grew tired in one, I moved her into another, cycling through them like a new biker picking the coat of paint on his first big boy bike.

As Sarah and I crashed together one last time, her trembling body aching with release, I thrust my cock nearly ten inches inside her, pressing into her as deeply as possible before hot waves of pleasure washed over me, a thick, lusty growl escaping from deep inside me. Trembling with lust, my cock exploded inside of her, filling her with my heat.

I collapsed beside her as she lowered herself back down to the sheets. I’d felt her come on my bare cock at least a couple of more times, and I was proud that I’d been able to please her so many times.

She looked over at me, panting.

“I swear that you’re getting better at this…”

“As if there’s room for improvement.”

“You’d have thought not, right?” A playful smirk was on her lips as she gazed into my eyes with total satisfaction. “But you constantly seem to surprise me.”

“I’m full of them,” I grinned.

Sarah thought quietly for a moment.

Her fingers trailed along my forearm, just the way that I always liked it. It was a deep, soothing feeling, but I sensed something behind it.

“What’s wrong, love?” I asked her.

She didn’t stop the motion. Silently, she still glided her fingertips further along my forearm, tracing the shape of my muscle, sending shivers down my skin.

Whatever was on her mind was eating at her.

I was just about to open my mouth when…

“There’s just one little thing we never did.”

“Oh?” I gazed softly. “What’s that, babe?”

Sarah turned her face to mine. Her fingertips were still lovingly stroking along my thick arm as she spoke the last words I ever thought that I’d hear her say:

“I think that it’s time we told my Dad.”