Married life, huh? Didn't think it could be this awesome.

Maria is everything a wife should be, and I don't mean she's cooking and cleaning all the time. I'm not a sexist prick I do my fair share around the house. I mean, she's amazing. We can talk about anything and everything, and there's never any judgment in her eyes for the things I've done. She knows the man I really am, the outlaw biker bastard But she loves me regardless, and I love her just as much.

I'm not going to say I never believed I'd fall in love, that I'm too fuckin' broken to love anyone. I've got a heart, and it ain't broken, I've always been capable of love, I just never found the right girl to claim it. Until now.

She brings out the best in me. The girl knows how to make me laugh, how to calm me when I feel like I'm going to explode when things aren't going my way. Yeah, I'm a brat when I don't get my way, so fuckin' what. My dad spoiled me after Celia walked away from me. Not with toys and things I didn't need, although I could have them if I wanted them.

My father spoiled me with love and attention. He was firm but fair, and he let me get away with a lot more shit than he really should have.

Like the time Tank and I beat the fuckin' shit out of some guys in their twenties for scaring a then twelve-year-old Willow, by telling her how they'd drag her off somewhere to play with her. She was twelve for christ's sake! She was so fuckin' frightened watching Tank and me squaring up to those fuckers. She ran off inside the house yelling.

Seconds later, my mother, Tank's, and Hawk's came rushing out of the house. The second the biggest cunt told me what he'd like to do to my mother, I flipped out, jumped on him, and beat down on him. Of course, he whaled on me as much as I did him, but he wasn't as quick as me, and I pounded his fuckin' face into the damn ground!

Wasn't long before my dad arrived with most of the MC behind him. While my mother was upset at my behavior – the violence, not the standing up for her and Willow – my father and grandfather were immensely proud of me. I felt like the fuckin' king of the world right then.

I wasn't yet fifteen, and already my grandfather wanted me in the club. ‘Men like you, Jett, are hard to come by. What you just did, taking care of your mother and sister, that's what a real man does. Always look out for them, Jett. Never stoop to the level of lesser men.’

‘Don't worry about me, Pops. There ain't no way I'll ever raise my hand to a woman. Dad taught me right.’

Told me he was damn proud of me, proud of his son for raising me right.

I may never have laid a hand on a woman, but that's not to say I'm not a violent man. I'm beyond that when I have to be, and sometimes, just because I want to be.

That's not to say my parents aren't proud of me. They know the real me. Everything I have ever done is for my family. Maria knows that. We've talked about it. Talked about our lives and who we were before we met.

We don't talk about club business. I wouldn't involve Maria in that even if I could. It can be a dangerous business, the things we as brothers have to do to keep this town safe from scum.

Not that there's much shit going down lately. Things are quiet enough for us right now. We fucking deserve it after all the shit we've been through the past couple years.

That isn't to say we're slackers, business is still business, the club still needs to earn a crust, still needs to show every other fucking club out there that we're the biggest, the best.

One slip and those fuckers out there will try and take over, and there ain't no fucker taking over our patch. Our club. We're the fucking Mother Charter!

My baby is growing big inside my wife; especially now she's eating right and gaining weight. Her stomach is swelling nicely, and I'm fucking hooked on stroking her baby bump every damn night before falling asleep.

I always thought settling down was for idiots. All that pussy they're missing out on, all those women to please, to be satisfied by. What more could a man ask for?

However, I was wrong. Settling down with Maria, marrying her, becoming a father, has been the best decision of my life.

We're lying in bed right now, naked. I always sleep naked. Pretty girl usually sleeps in PJ shorts and a tank. Not tonight. After we showered together, I refused to let her sexy ass put clothes on. I dragged her to bed, lips locked, a fire in my belly for her. I fucking need her, need to pound the shit out of her gorgeous body.

However, I know that's not what she needs right now. What she needs is for me to show her that she's worth more than just a quick fuck. She's worth everything to me. Never in my life did I think I could fall this damn hard, but I have, and it's time I showed my wife how much she means to me.

“What are you doing, crazy man?” She giggles as I kiss her neck softer than I ever have before. Usually, I'm like a damn vampire sucking and licking at her body.

I trace the outline of her jaw with my pointer finger and smile. “I’m going to make love to you, princess.”

She looks at me, stunned. She wasn't expecting that from me, but then, how could she expect anything else? I'm a monster after all. Every time we're together, we fuck, hard. We've never made real love before. Months into our marriage and I've never made love to her.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Don’t look so worried, baby. I just want you to feel what it’s like to be made love to by me.”

“Made love to many women, Mr. Jackson?” She asks cheekily.

“One or two.” Won't tell her it was when I was nothing more than a kid and didn't really know what I was doing. The older girls led the way, showed me how to be gentle, showed me how to touch them the way they wanted me to. I was a horny kid who would have shot his load every time before I'd even given them what they needed unless they'd guided me.

Maria gives me that look women give a man when they're jealous but are trying not to show it. I chuckle. “You're jealous.”

“And you wouldn't be if I told you dozens of men had made love to me in the past?”

Hate to admit it, but my blood is suddenly boiling, my eyes are hazing over. The thought of any man touching her sends me murderous!

She starts laughing. I move to pull away from her, but she wraps her arms around my neck, she's no longer smiling. “Please don't pull away from me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you angry. I was only joking. I didn't mean it.”

She's frightened, I can see it in her eyes. I fuckin' hate that she's scared of me. She should never be scared of me, of anyone!

I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “I'm not angry, baby. Please don't be scared of me. I would never hurt you.” She smiles when I kiss her softly. “But you're right I am jealous. Jealous of every man who came before me. Every man who touched this body, or kissed these lips.” The lips I kiss softly again, making her smile against my mouth, again.

“There weren't even been a handful of men before you, Jett, and they were nothing special.”

“Did they ever make love to you?”

“I don't know. It's just sex, right?”

“No,” I smile, knowing I'm going to be the man to show her what it's like. Don't get me wrong, I ain't no pussy ass motherfucker who goes around making love to women left and right, but this is my wife, my world. Yeah, I said that. “It's not just sex.” I stroke her soft cheek. She's glowing lately. She's damn radiant, absolutely beautiful. Mine.

I kiss her because I just can't stop myself. “There's fucking, in any way a person wants it. Hard and fast, spontaneous, rough, then there's making love, touching the person that means the most to you in a way you'd never touch another person. Sex can become mundane if it's the same thing again and again.”

“That's why you take me by surprise, huh?”

I laugh heartily. She's right I like taking her by surprise. I love taking my wife anywhere I see fit. Don't even give a fuck if we're in a store shopping for food. I want to fuck my wife; I'll drag her into the back room and fuck her. Ain't nobody gonna stop me.

“We've made love before, though?”

True, we have in a way. I've started out gently, wanting to show her what it's like, but I end up fucking her stupid. “Not the way I want to make love to you right now. You are so beautiful.” I breathe against her neck while trailing both my lips and tongue up and down the column of her throat. “I won't touch you anywhere you don’t want me to.” As much as she lets me fuck her till she comes her brains out, I've noticed she sometimes flinches. It's as if she's remembering something and can't quite get it out of her mind.

I've asked her about it, of course, but she swears blind that no one has ever hurt her in that way. I struggle to believe it sometimes. I also struggle not to kill because of it.

“You're my husband, and I want you to touch me everywhere.” She whispers with a roll of her eyes. That's good enough for me. I'm going to give her precisely what she wants.

I lift off of her, taking her right leg by the ankle. Our eyes are locked, her lower lip between her teeth. I can see the gleam of arousal soaking her pretty pussy lips. My dick is rock solid and so ready to be inside of her.

However, this isn't about my greedy dick, this is about my wife and making her feel good.

Trailing kisses from her ankle right up to her thigh, she moans loudly. I trail my lips all over her body, every damn inch. Over her chest, down her stomach, over her pubic bone. The scent of her skin is intoxicating to me.

“Oh! That feels good.” Her back arches, eyes closed.

I lift her right leg slightly, parting both. I want to taste what's mine. Gently, I lick the seam of her wet pussy, and she groans. God, I love those little noises she makes.

Parting her pussy lips, I roll my tongue over her little clit, just the way she likes it, just the right way to make her scream. I slip two thick fingers inside of her, twisting as I lick and suck. “I ain't stoppin' until you're comin' all over my damn face!”

“Oh, Jett!”

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, yes, it feels so good,” She's squeezing her breasts, showing me what I'm missing. They're fuller now, pregnancy making them swell. Making my damn mouth water.

I love the fucking taste of my girls pussy it's like fucking nectar from the God's!

Hands in my hair, a whimper from her lips, thighs shaking, she comes with a scream, and inside, I'm gently chuckling at just how loud she is, calling my name to the heavens above. Thank God we don't have elderly neighbors.

I kiss my unborn child inside its mother while climbing Maria's body, pushing her legs open wider. She groans when I kiss her from her neck to her shoulder. She shudders a little when I bite the skin of collarbone. I know how much she loves that. Makes her claw at me like a feral kitten!

I grab her hands, entwining our fingers, holding them beside her head. This is as new to me as it is her. I don't do this lovey-dovey bullshit, but for her, I'd walk through fire and fuckin' brimstone. Sit on a goddamned bench in the park, holding her hand, singing and fuckin' making a damn fool of myself if that's what she wanted. Why? Because she brings out the best in me, Maria makes me want to give her the world, and I'd do it with a smile on my face.

She looks me right in the eye as I enter her tight little body and the ache in my cock at feeling how tight she is... Fuck, I have to grit my fucking teeth. I won't let my damn balls explode yet, no matter how much they may want to.

“You are so beautiful, Maria.” She is so beautiful to me. So fuckin' beautiful, and she's all mine. Ain't nobody better so much as look at her for too long. Even if she is the most beautiful woman, any man is ever likely to meet. I'll gouge out their fuckin' eyes!

“I love you.” She whispers.

I smile and bite her lower lip, making her moan as I move in and out of her a little harder, she's almost there, I can feel it. “I love you, too.”

She smiles and slides her little hand out of mine and around the back of my neck, bringing my lips down on hers. In that one kiss, she falls over the edge into a most intense orgasm that has her legs tightening around my waist, her nails dig into the back of my neck, and she screams into my mouth.

I can't help myself, and I grab her right thigh and pound into her harder. Call me fucking selfish if you want, but I need her like this. Just a little harder still, only two thrusts and I'm coming hard inside of her tight body. Fuck, I'm coming so hard, and she's clinging to me so tightly, her hips still rocking into me, her pussy convulsing around my cock.

“Mine!” I whisper with conviction. She is mine, and I'm never letting go.

“I'm yours, Jett. Always.” She tells me as I pull out of her sweet little body and lay beside her. She turns on her side to face me, a big smile on her face, stroking my cheek with her palm.

“Are you okay, baby girl?”

“Yes,” She giggles. “That was amazing.” She smiles and kisses my hand, which she’s now holding. “I didn’t know you could touch someone like that. Well, I did, I'm not dumb. I guess I mean that I didn't know I could be touched like that.”

“You really never have been made love to properly, have you?” Doesn't she realize it's different for everyone? Especially if you love the person, you're with. Fuck me; I sound like a dick. How the hell would I know what it's like when you're in love? I never was until I met Maria.

Damn, I really am in love with her.

“No, but I'm glad you showed me what it was like. I never want anyone else to touch me, Jett. I belong to you.”

“No one, and I mean no one, will ever touch you again! You're mine, Maria. I didn't fight the fuckin' mafia to claim you, just to lose you.”

“You will never lose me, Jett. I love you so much, and not just because of the baby, but because you are amazing.”

She makes me smile. She's damn cute post orgasm.

“And I love you, too, for more than just the baby.” She smiles contently, and I wrap her up in my arms and lie awake while she sleeps. There's nothing much on my mind, but I can't find sleep.

* * *

I'm awake early, and my girl is nowhere to be seen.

After pissing and ending the damn morning wood, washing my hands and brushing my teeth, and then pulling on a pair of boxers, I make my way downstairs.

Something smells good. Bacon, sausage, eggs, toast.

Okay, she cooks all the time, but it looks like she's prepared enough food for a damned army. There's so much food in here neither of us will be able to eat it all. I'm a big guy, but I'm not a fucking elephant.

I stand against the door frame, arms folded over my chest, right foot over my left ankle, just watching her as she walks around the kitchen, setting up everything for breakfast. We usually eat in the dining room. Why the hell is she setting everything up on the kitchen island? Are we eating in here?

Something isn't right. Maria seems to be in a world of her own. Something is definitely on her mind. It isn't until she slams a plate down so hard it shatters that I know something isn't right. She hasn't even noticed me standing here.

She curses under her breath, mumbling something about wanting things to be perfect. That's when her head drops and her hands clasp her swollen stomach. Shit, is she crying?

I'm behind her before I can let out a breath, arms around her shoulders, holding her against my body. “Baby, what's wrong?”

She lets out a sigh and leans her head back against my shoulder, her little hands holding onto my wrists. “Nothing's really wrong; I'm just... I don't know, Jett.”

“Hormones?”

She hesitates for a second before nodding.

I squeeze her tightly while rocking her from side to side and kissing her cheek. “I love you, beautiful.”

“I love you, too.”

“There's a lot of food here, Maria. Are you planning a party?”

“No. I guess I didn't realize how much food I'd made. Just want you to have a good breakfast before you go off for the day.” She turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck, locking her fingers together. “I have to take care of my husband, now don't I?”

I kiss her lips, and she smiles against my mouth. Whatever was bothering her isn't so much now. I'll do whatever I have to, to take whatever is on her mind away. “You take care of me a little too well. You spoil me.” I eye the food. “Looks good, baby.”

“I think I went a little overboard.” She giggles nervously. “Let me just clean this mess, and...”

“Hell no!” There is no way I'm letting her clean up that damn smashed plate. Yeah, yeah, she broke it, doesn't mean I'm letting my pregnant wife get on her knees to pick up anything that could hurt her little hands.

I kiss her gently and tell her, “Sit down and eat, I'll clean it up.”

Minutes later, shattered plate swept up, I'm sitting opposite her at the kitchen island eating the food she cooked for me.

I should maybe cook for her tonight, if I get home early enough, that is. I've got club business to attend to, money to make, people to put in their place.

Not that Maria needs to know that. However, it's going to be a long day.