Rocky

 

I spent the next week taking care of Mara. We grew closer during that time, but I knew she was still worried about Carl Rossi. When Torch said he had information for me, I didn’t hesitate to take Mara with me. There was a chance Torch would ask her to leave the room, but I hoped he’d let her stay. She needed peace of mind, and I didn’t know how else to give it to her.

Torch pushed open the door to his house and motioned for us to come in. He gave Mara a slight smile as she entered the house behind me. His place was quiet, and I wondered where Isabella was today. Torch led the way to the back of the house and stepped into an office I hadn’t even realized he had. He left the door open as we took our seats.

“I wanted to let you know that the issue with Carl Rossi is being taken care of. I was going to turn him over to the government for that stunt ten years ago, but he’s managed to evade the law for so long, I didn’t want to chance him walking away.”

“So what’s going to happen to him?” Mara asked.

“My father-in-law is an interesting man,” Torch said.

I snorted. It was a little weird hearing him call a man around his own age his father-in-law, even if that’s what Casper VanHorne was. I hadn’t met the man, even though I’d been here the day Isabella was first brought to Torch. I remembered thinking she was just a kid, and I didn’t understand how Torch could claim her, but she’d only been two years younger than Mara was now. It made me feel a little like a hypocrite. It was obvious Torch loved Isabella. There might be a huge age difference between them, but it seemed to work.

“So, you’ve sent Casper after Carl Rossi?” I asked.

Torch nodded. “He’s been doing some research the last few days and said he’s ready to make his move. If all goes according to plan, by dinner tonight, Sara Rossi will be a widow.”

“What’s going to happen to my mom?” Mara asked.

“I can’t find any direct connection with your mom and what happened to your dad. Yes, she received money from Carl Rossi a few months before she took off with you, and I think she may have known what would happen, but she didn’t instigate it.”

“She didn’t stop it either,” Mara said.

“No, she didn’t.” Torch leaned back in his chair. “Your mother stands to inherit millions when Rossi is taken down. We can leave her alone, keep an eye on her, and see what happens. She may live the rest of her life in peace, or…”

“A heroin addict isn’t going to live for much longer,” I said.

“He’s not wrong,” Torch said. “From what we’ve learned, your mother is in pretty rough shape. She’s so far gone, I don’t think even rehab would do much good. Likely, she’s going to pass before long. If you want her punished for what she did, then I can arrange it. I’m going to leave her fate up to you.”

“I don’t want her to know where I am, or know that I’m pregnant,” Mara said.

Torch looked from Mara to me, his eyebrows raised, and I realized that I’d never told anyone Mara was pregnant. I had a feeling he would say something to me later. I hadn’t meant to keep it a secret, but with everything that had happened, it just hadn’t occurred to me that I should say anything.

“We’ll make sure she stays away from you,” Torch said. “You should know that Sara has a will. Wire was able to get a copy. You’re listed as her sole heir. Now, with Rossi still alive right now, she’s not really worth anything. But once he’s taken care of, you’ll be a very rich woman after your mom passes.”

Mara looked like she’d sucked on a lemon.

“Or not,” Torch said, looking amused at her reaction.

“I don’t want to touch that money,” Mara said. “People have died for it, women have been exploited, and kids were raped.”

“When the time comes, we can figure something out,” Torch said. “You might want to tuck it away in case of an emergency.”

“Is it safe for Mara to leave the compound?” I asked. “I’m sure she’s feeling trapped by now. Even though Sebastian is gone, I’ve kept her on lockdown until Carl Rossi was taken care of. I didn’t want him to come after her.”

“Rossi knows his son was killed here, but Sebastian must not have been very forthcoming with his father because my sources say Carl can’t figure out why Sebastian was in Alabama. If he’s noticed Mara is gone, he doesn’t seem to care. There’s nothing out there about her being a missing person. I honestly don’t think Carl is after Mara, but if you want to err on the side of caution, I’ll send you a text once Carl is out of the picture,” Torch said.

“Will anyone retaliate against the club or the man who’s going after Carl?” Mara asked.

“We’ve made sure nothing can be traced to us,” Torch said. “The club is safe, and you will be too.”

“Thank you,” Mara said.

“You’re family, Mara. As Rocky’s woman, you’re part of us,” Torch said. “And seeing as you’re pregnant, that baby you’re carrying will be part of this family too. Since I doubt you’ve seen a doctor other than the one at the ER, I’ll arrange for you to see Isabella’s OB-GYN. She had an appointment scheduled for today, and I’m sure she won’t mind you taking her slot.”

Mara looked at me and then Torch. “Today?”

He nodded. “You need to leave pretty much right now.”

Torch slid a business card across the desk. I picked it up and saw it was for the OB-GYN, with an address and phone number. I knew where it was located. Mara stood up, as did I. Torch remained seated and opened a file on his desk. I knew we were dismissed. Escorting Mara out to the truck, I got us to the doctor’s office as quickly as I could, since Torch hadn’t given an exact appointment time.

There were a lot of papers to fill out, and Mara kept shaking out her hand. Partway through, I took the clipboard from her and started answering the questions as she gave me verbal response to each prompt on the form. When it was done, I turned it in along with her insurance card and paid her co-pay. If Rossi wasn’t going to be around much longer, I had a feeling Mara was going to need new insurance. I’d have to look into it later.

We waited for a half hour before Mara’s name was called. They checked her blood pressure and her weight before escorting us to a room.

“The doctor will be in shortly,” the nurse said, smiling as she shut the door.

“Nervous?” I asked.

Mara nodded.

“I don’t think they’ll do much today. Maybe confirm the pregnancy. I may not know much about babies or being pregnant, but I don’t think you’re far enough along for them to do much else,” I told her.

There was a knock on the door then a man in a white lab coat stepped inside. He smiled warmly and offered his hand to both of us. He looked a little young to be a doctor, but if Torch thought he was good enough for Isabella, then the man must be a good doctor.

“I’m Dr. Myron,” the doctor said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I’m getting more and more Dixie Reapers’ ladies these days. You guys must have some powerful swimmers.”

Mara bit her lip, and her shoulders shook with silent laughter.

“So, what makes you think you’re pregnant?” Dr. Myron asked.

“I had a blood test at the ER. They said it was positive,” Mara said. “I don’t really know that I needed to come in this early. I had sex for the first time about a week and a half before the pregnancy test was done.”

“And when was that?” Dr. Myron asked.

“Three weeks in a few days,” I said.

“We won’t be able to see or hear the baby at this early stage. Did you complete the form allowing us to receive medical files on you?” Dr. Myron asked.

“Yes,” Mara answered.

“I’ll want your file from your primary doctor and any OB-GYNs you may have seen in the past. I want to make sure all our bases are covered, and you get the best care. For now, I know that you already had a blood test. I’ll need those documents from the ER. They can fax them but may need written permission from you first. Are you on prenatal vitamins?” Dr. Myron asked.

“The ER doctor gave her a thirty-day supply when he wrote the prescription for her painkillers,” I said.

“When you received the wounds on your face and arms, did the person responsible hit your stomach or cut you there?” Dr. Myron asked.

Mara shook her head. “I don’t think so. I was knocked out part of the time, but my stomach didn’t hurt at any point.”

“Once I receive the files from the ER confirming your pregnancy, I’ll call in a prescription for prenatal vitamins. We’ll go ahead and use the ones the ER doctor requested, and if I think those aren’t sufficient after future tests we can go from there. Some are stronger than others. For now, you don’t really need to change your activities, but I wouldn’t do anything dangerous,” Dr. Myron said.

“So, no riding on the back of my bike?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t advise it,” Dr. Myron said.

Mara’s head whipped around to face me. “You have a motorcycle?”

Dr. Myron chuckled, and I pointed to my cut. “Did you miss this part of my life?”

“But I haven’t seen it,” Mara said.

“Torch was storing it for me. Since I’ve had you with me pretty much everywhere I’ve gone, I’ve just been using the truck. Now that the doctor has just vetoed you on riding on the back of the bike, you can ride with Isabella, Ridley, and the kids.” I smiled at her. “I promise to take you on ride as soon as you’re able to go.”

Mara sighed and looked at the doctor again. “When do I have to come back?”

“Why don’t we schedule something for six weeks from now? We can listen to the baby’s heartbeat then,” Dr. Myron said. He looked at me, and there was indecision on his face.

“Spit it out, Doc,” I said.

“Were you told why your President and VP chose me to look after their wives?” he asked.

“Figured you were the best,” I answered.

“Well, I am pretty good at my job,” he said with a smile. “But I think it has more to do with the fact they felt they could trust me to look at their women and not do anything inappropriate.”

My brow furrowed.

Dr. Myron smiled a little. “I’m gay. So looking at Mara’s more intimate parts isn’t going to do a damn thing for me. Not that a doctor should be affected by that anyway, but I thought I’d share that with you, in case it makes a difference.”

I scratched my beard. “Well, I appreciate you sharing that, but I didn’t think it was an issue with you being a professional and all.”

“Good to know,” Dr. Myron said. “I’ll see the two of you in six weeks. If you have any questions before then, call the office and either a nurse will help you or we can schedule an appointment.”

He shook our hands again and stepped out of the room. I helped Mara off the table and went toward the front, stopping at a window near the exit sign to schedule her next appointment. When we were finished, I took her by the ER so she could have her file faxed over. I contemplated taking her home, but she’d been cooped up so much since we came here, except for outings with four or more others with us, I felt bad. Yes, it was for her protection, but I knew it had to be tiresome.

My phone vibrated, and I pulled it out, swiping the screen. There was an encrypted message from Torch’s number. We used them often when doing jobs so I entered my code and waited for the message to load.

Torch: Rossi isn’t a problem anymore. Kill confirmed.

There was a picture attached of Carl Rossi with a bullet wound through the center of his forehead. I’d thought Casper was going to do it later tonight, but I guess the opportunity presented itself, and he took it. Within thirty seconds of viewing the image, the picture began to pixelate and slowly became unrecognizable, before vanishing completely.

“Everything okay?” Mara asked.

I turned my phone and showed her Torch’s text. She smiled, and it looked like the stress just melted off of her. Her shoulders relaxed, her face wasn’t as tense. I knew the message would disappear the same as the picture had, so I shoved my phone back into my pocket. I’d known Mara was worried, but I don’t think I realized how much until right now. I stopped her next to the truck and put my arms around her. Mara leaned her body into mine and tipped her head back to look up at me.

“You’re safe. Sebastian and Carl Rossi are both dead, and no one else wants to harm you. No more hiding at the compound or going out in large groups. You can go places with Isabella and Ridley, or even venture out on your own. I would prefer that you keep a Prospect with you, just in case trouble should come up, but I won’t force you to. I know the last few weeks have been a little like being in jail.”

“I love you, Rocky, and I know you wouldn’t ask me to do something unless you thought it was for my own good. If you want me to take a Prospect with me whenever I leave the compound, I’m okay with that.”

“We can do anything you want, just the two of us,” I said.

She smiled a little, then pulled me down to whisper in my ear. “You could take me home and fuck me.”

I stood up and my gaze skimmed over her wounds. They were mostly healed. “I’ll be gentle with you.”

She snorted. “I don’t want gentle. I want you to fuck me the way you always do. Hard. Deep. Fast. Remind me that I’m yours.”

I kissed her, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She melted against me as my hands cupped her ass, and I ground my erection against her belly. If that’s what Mara wanted, that’s what she would get. And since my cock hadn’t been inside her in a fucking week, I was going to make up for lost time.

“I hope you don’t plan on walking tomorrow,” I said against her lips. “Because I’m fucking you all night long.”

She smiled, her eyes lighting up with pleasure. I swatted her ass and helped her into the truck, then drove back the compound like hellhounds were chasing after us. It was time to remind my woman that she was mine, every fucking inch of her, and I was going to taste every part of her. By morning she’d be hoarse from screaming my name.

“I love you, Rocky,” she said, smiling over at me as I pulled to a stop in front of our home.

“Love you too, sweet girl.”

She followed me into the house, and I’d barely locked the door before Mara had launched herself into my arms. My back slammed into the door as the full force of her body rocked me on my heels. I couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm and wrapped an arm around her waist as she pressed her lips to mine. I hadn’t seen this aggressive side of her before and was both a little amused and a lot turned on. My dick hardened and pressed against my zipper as her legs went around my waist. Even through her jeans, I could feel the heat of her pussy, practically begging to be filled with my cock.

“Bedroom,” she said, drawing back.

With a growl, I turned us so that she was pushed up against the door, and I ground my cock against her. “No. Here. Now.”

Her eyes dilated, and her lips parted slightly. I kissed her like a man possessed, my mouth devouring hers as my tongue thrust between her lips. I felt her surrender in the way her body melted against me, heard it in the soft sounds she made. Mara’s nails bit into my shoulders as she clung to me, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples brushing against my chest. I let my lips trail along her jaw and then lightly bit her neck. She moaned and arched against me, tilting her head to give me better access. I sucked on the soft skin along her throat just hard enough to leave a mark.

I eased away from her, setting her down. My hands braced her until I knew she could stand on her own, then I took a step back. “Strip.”

Her breath caught, but she didn’t hesitate to obey me. She ripped her shirt over her head and threw it off to the side before kicking off her shoes and shimmying out of her jeans. The bra and panties she had on were my favorites, the lace so sheer it left little to the imagination. When she reached for the clasp on her bra, I reached out to stop her.

“You look sexy as hell in those,” I said.

“You want them to stay on?”

I nodded and grabbed the back of my shirt, hauling it over my head and letting it falling to the floor. I wanted her too damn bad to strip all the way, but I unfastened my belt and jeans before prowling closer to her. Mara backed up, running into the door, but the look in her eyes said she wanted me to catch her, to claim her and ruin her for all other men. Not that I was ever letting someone else touch her. I’d fucking kill anyone who tried.

Mara’s hands settled at my waist, shoving my jeans and boxer briefs down far enough my cock sprang out, hard and ready for her. She gripped the shaft with her small hand and stroked it a few times.

“I’m not stopping until I’ve filled you up in every way possible,” I said, my voice mostly a growl. “You want that?”

She stared at me, eyes wide. I leaned in closer, my cock brushing her belly as my lips ghosted along her ear. “You want my cum, sweet girl? Tell me you want it, want my cock in your mouth, thrusting in your pussy, and pounding that tight little ass.”

Mara whimpered, and when I pulled away I saw her eyes were closed and her breathing was labored. Yeah, she liked that idea. If her nipples had been any harder, they’d probably slice through the material of her bra. I leaned down and closed my lips around the tip of one breast, the lace rough against my tongue as I laved it through the material. Mara’s hand went to my head, pulling me even closer. I snaked a hand down inside her panties, tracing my fingers along her wet slit. She was more than ready for me, but I wasn’t in a rush. I wanted her, every inch of her, and I wasn’t stopping until I’d fucked her in every way possible. I had a feeling we were both going to be sore tomorrow.

I drew away, taking a step back again. I pointed at the ground. “On your knees.”

Mara trembled as she sank down to the floor, her hands braced on her thighs as she waited for my next instruction. She looked so damn beautiful, just waiting for my cock. The look in her eyes was hungry, and I knew she wanted this as much as I did. Mara might have been a virgin when I took her the first time, but she was made for this, made for my cock, for fucking.

“Open,” I told her.

Her jaw dropped, and I reached out, gripping a handful of her hair, then dragging her toward my cock. I painted her lips with pre-cum before easing the head inside. I teased her, pushing in just a little, then pulling back. Her tongue flicked against me, then curled around my shaft as I sank farther into her mouth. I held her steady as I thrust in and out of her mouth, each stroke a little deeper than the last until she was taking all of me.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Take every fucking inch.”

She moaned as I fucked her mouth, slow and steady at first, then a little faster. I could feel my climax coming, my balls drawing up. I took her mouth harder, and with a groan I let loose, spurt after spurt of cum filling her mouth and sliding down her throat.

“Keep sucking, baby. Make me nice and hard again.”

She reached up and gripped my hips before putting that talented tongue of hers to good use. She licked, sucked, and teased my shaft until I was ready to go again. Her mouth felt like fucking heaven, but I didn’t want to come down her throat again. I wanted in that sweet pussy of hers. I pulled free of her lips and hauled her to her feet, then pressed her against the door.

Her lips were swollen and red, and there was a drop of cum at the corner of her mouth. I flicked it away with my thumb, then took my time looking her over. It seemed a shame such perfect breasts should be confined, even if the packaging was pretty. I pulled the cups down and teased her nipples with my fingers, smiling when I saw her squeezing her thighs together.

“Feel good, baby?” I asked.

Mara bit her lip and nodded.

“Want more?” I asked.

“Please,” she said softly. “Please fuck me.”

My lips brushed against hers. “You want my cock?”

She moaned, and her eyes fluttered shut as my fingers coasted along the crotch of her panties.

“Want my cock in your pussy?”

She nodded and spread her legs a little, giving me room to play. I eased a finger under the material and stroked her satiny lips. If I’d thought she was wet before, she was beyond soaked now. It seemed my dirty girl had gotten turned on by me using her the way I had, fucking that delicious mouth of hers. I stroked over her clit, and she cried out, grinding against me.

“You want to come?” I asked, leaning forward to nip her bottom lip.

“Make me come, Rocky. I need to so bad.”

I rubbed her clit, the little bud slippery from her cream, until her legs trembled and she was hanging onto me like her life depended on it. I kept stroking it until she came, her release flooding her panties. A groan slipped out of me as I thought about fucking her, how amazing she’d feel right now. I pulled my finger free of her panties and lifted her, then pinned her to the door with my body. Reaching between us, I shoved her panties to the side and entered her with one long thrust.

Mara cried out as I filled her, not stopping until every inch of my cock was buried inside her. Her ankles were locked behind my back, and I began stroking in and out of her. Deep. Hard. I didn’t have it in me to be gentle right then. I wanted her too fucking bad. The door rattled on its hinges as I pounded into her, driving my cock into her wet little pussy again and again. When she came, she screamed my name and her nails bit into my skin. It was just the right amount of pain to send me over the edge, and I filled her up with my cum, pumping until every drop had been wrung from my balls.

With my dick deep inside her, I gripped her ass and carefully carried her to the bedroom, mindful that my pants could slip at any moment and cause both of us to tumble to the floor. I made it to the bed without incident and finally pulled out of her. Our mingled fluids gushed down her thighs, and I gently nudged her onto the bed, then pulled her panties down her legs. I loved seeing her thighs all wet and sticky, knowing I was the cause.

“I know I’ve played around with your ass, but I haven’t fucked you there yet. Are you up for that today?” I asked. As badly as I wanted to take her there, I wouldn’t do it if she didn’t feel ready. I wanted the experience to be mind-blowing for both of us. The way her pussy squeezed me, I knew her ass would be ten times better.

“I’m ready,” she said, a blush staining her cheeks.

She started to roll over, but I stopped her, just wanting to look for another moment. Her bra was still pushed down under her breasts and her dusky nipples were hard. Her thighs were parted, and her pussy and thighs were covered in cum. Fuck, but that was a gorgeous sight. It was tempting to take a picture, just so I’d remember this moment forever.

“Hands and knees, sweet girl,” I said, as I opened the bedside table and pulled out the lube.

She rolled to her belly, then got her knees up under her and presented her ass to me. Her thighs were spread enough that I had a nice view of her pussy as well. I reached for her and popped the cap open on the bottle in my hand. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, I drizzled some lube between them, then used my finger to work it into her. The tight little ring of muscle resisted at first, but it didn’t take long before she was taking my finger.

I tossed the lube aside, and while I stretched her ass, I slid my cock back into her pussy. Using slow, shallow strokes, I fucked her while I worked on getting a second and then third finger into her tight little hole. If I were into sharing, I’d be willing to bet that sweet little Mara could handle two cocks at once. But that shit wasn’t ever going to happen because she was mine and only mine.

Withdrawing from her pussy and pulling my fingers free, I used my hands to spread her wide-open.

“You ready, sweet girl? Just remember to breathe out and relax. Push out against me when I enter you.”

“Yes, Rocky,” she said softly.

I lined up my cock and ground my teeth together as I struggled to get inside her. She was so fucking tight, even after me stretching her, but finally I got the head of my cock into her ass. She whimpered and squirmed beneath me. A quick swat to her ass made her grow still, and I rubbed away the sting before sliding a little more of my cock into her.

“You okay, baby?” I asked.

“So full,” she murmured.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“It burns, but don’t stop.”

I groaned as I worked more of my dick inside her, as I finally bottomed out, my balls slapping her pussy, I knew I wouldn’t last for long. I’d never felt anything so tight, and my eyes damn near crossed from the exquisite pleasure.

“I’ll take things slow,” I told her.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Don’t baby me, Rocky. If you want to fuck me, then do it. I don’t need slow. Take me the way you really want to.”

My stomach clenched. “Sweet girl, what I want is to ride this ass hard and deep, and I don’t think you’re anywhere near ready for that.”

“So I’ll be sore tomorrow,” she said. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Mara…”

“Please,” she begged. “I want all of you, Rocky. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hold back.”

I leaned forward and kissed her spine. “Then hold on, little girl.”

She clenched her hands on the bedding, and I gripped her hips tight. I tried to temper my thrusts at first, wanting to be careful with her, despite what she’d said, but soon I was taking her as fast, deep, and hard as I wanted. I groaned as I pounded into her, fucking her the way I’d been wanting since the moment she flashed me back at the cabin. I rode her ass, giving her every inch, again and again.

“Play with your clit,” I said, my teeth clenched. “Make yourself come. I’m so damn close.”

Mara shifted and obeyed my command, and soon she was crying out and pushing back against me. I felt the gush of moisture from her pussy coating my balls as I slammed into her again and again, filling her ass with my cum. I stayed buried inside her a moment, trying to catch my breath, my cock twitching from the force of my release. As I eased out of her, she moaned and collapsed onto the bed.

I let her rest while I went down the hall to the bathroom and started the shower. She was half-asleep when I went back for her, and I pulled her into my arms, carrying her with ease. I stepped into the shower with her still in my arms, then let her slide down my body until she was standing on her own. She wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tight, resting her cheek over my heart.

It was amazing how much my life had changed in such a short amount of time. I hadn’t wanted a woman, hadn’t wanted a family, but it seemed Fate had other ideas in mind for me, and now I had both, and I couldn’t have been fucking happier. I would protect her for the rest of my life, her and our child, and I would make sure they never wanted for anything. She had my heart, owned my soul, and there wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

She was thanking me? “For what?”

“For saving me, for protecting me, for loving me.”

“I will save you every time you need to be rescued, protect you every day from now until eternity, and love you until I draw my last breath. You’re mine, Mara.” I tipped her chin up. “And I’m yours.”

A soft smile curved her lips and a sense of peace settled over me, something I’d thought I’d never feel again. Maybe I hadn’t been the one to save her. Maybe she had been the one to save me. Or perhaps we saved each other.

She might wear a Property of Rocky stamp on her body, but my heart was tattooed with Property of Mara.