***Orianna***
Waking up is getting better every day. I didn’t have any nightmares last night. I feel safe. I feel loved. I stretch my arms above my head after I roll off Pokey. Yes, I used his chest as a pillow, not even caring if I drooled all over him because he’s drool worthy. Okay, yeah…that would be…glancing over to the spot my head vacated, I send a silent thank you through my head to see there’s no drool.
The soft chuckle that rumbles through that chest makes my eyes slide up and connect with his hot gaze.
“The first thing you do when you wake up is check me out, huh?” Pokey rumbles.
Shit. What time is it? I shoot my gaze at the clock on the bedside table and I feel Pokey’s arm snake around my waist before he pulls me against him.
“It’s five in the morning, sweetheart. You slept for about twelve hours straight,” the man says casually.
Twelve hours? Twelve…
“Relax, Spiky. You clearly needed it. No nightmares, no midnight feedings, no worries something might happen. You’re safe here in this house, with me, our family is taken care of. Austin will probably sleep for another hour or so, and…”
Slightly panicked I interrupt him, “But we should have talked to Zack, he told us.”
I can’t believe I slept that long and didn’t worry about what Zack wanted to talk about. All these months I’ve felt on edge, sleeping light for Austin because he could need me at any second. What happened with the grenade yesterday, the worry about everything…yet I slept for twelve hours knowing I’d be safe in this house, wrapped in Pokey’s arms, trusting him to keep all of us safe.
“I went down to talk to the guys when you were sleeping. The Cape Town crew reached out. Left a note that was addressed to you in our mailbox. Sounds insane and careless for them to do, but those punks clearly have no brains. It contained a typed-out line that said ‘We need to meet’ with a phone number underneath. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Fear wraps around my heart.
Pokey brushes his knuckles along my cheek. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you, to Austin, or to us. We’re gonna handle it, the club is going to take lead, we’ve got this.”
His words settle, making the fear slip away. If anything, I’ve learned these past few weeks that letting this man in has shown me to surrender in the things he gives me. I know for certain his words are a promise for what he intends to pull through in the end.
All I can do is give him an honest and open smile in return, show him I trust and welcome everything he gives me, and more. Except then his face turns to a hint of pain.
“What?” I swallow and at the same time worry spikes my veins.
He closes his eyes for a moment before he groans and locks his gaze with mine. “I’m sick.”
“What’s wrong?” I squeak.
Pokey groans again before he mumbles, “Remember what Sico said?”
Confusion hits me and I feel my eyebrows go down, repeating his words. “What Sico said?”
Pokey’s face turns serious. “I’m encountering a case of hard penis illness.”
Gasping, I hit his chest with a flat hand. “Asshole, I thought something was really wrong.”
He wraps his fingers around my wrist and slides my hand down over his rippled abs where my hand take hold of his massive erection.
“Oh, he’s burning up,” I state. “Definitely a fever.” The giggle that leaves my throat dies when I find myself flipped over and pressed down into the mattress while his hot steel erection is pressing against my ass cheeks.
His muscled chest covers my back, his hot breath strokes my ear. “Not so funny now, huh, sweetheart? It’s a serious case that needs to be handled. Gonna need your help with this, can’t be cured on its own.”
Pokey’s teeth dive into the skin on my neck, making the air leave my body in a rush while the place between my legs starts to throb, instant wetness trickling out.
His fingers slide through my pussy. “So wet for me already. Waiting for me to fill you up, to give you what you need. Damn, sweetheart, you’re a fucking wet dream. That was all I had when we weren’t together and all I need for my dick to sink in. If it’s any help, grab the sheets, and hold on. This is going to be rough and fast.”
Okay. I’m having a mini pre-orgasm due to the way he says rough and fast.
His hands slide down my body while he lifts himself off me. He raises my hips, leaving me to dig my knees into the mattress. Fingers grip the right side of my waist while I feel others slide up and down my spine.
“So fucking gorgeous. Every angle, every inch, every moment with you,” he states.
The grip on my waist intensifies when I feel him sliding the tip of his dick through my wetness.
“Please,” I beg.
The need to be filled by him makes my pussy clench around the broad crown of his dick. The hiss that releases from between his teeth shoots straight to my clit. I realize we both crave each other in equal intensity.
He slides in, inch by inch, ever so slowly while we both moan in contentment. He stills his hips once he’s fully lodged inside and I gasp due to the fullness while my body adjusts to accommodate him.
Pokey starts to hammer like a power drill, keeping me in place with a solid grip on my shoulder, while his other hand snakes around my body to my clit. The pounding, the friction inside my pussy hitting a different angle with each stroke. He tilts his hips every time he collides against my body. It’s all too much.
His finger makes tight circles around my clit, tantalizing and drawing out what I need my body to fully surrender to. I feel his hand letting go of my shoulder, his fingers digging into my hair, tilting my face. He plasters his body over mine, aiming his mouth to cover mine.
The thrusting of his hips and his fingertips rubbing my bundle of nerves; everything working overtime causes the kiss to be off focus. Yet the gasping for air while his mouth covers part of the left side of my mouth is overwhelming.
Heat laced with tingles spreads all over and slides in fluent waves through my body. I buckle underneath him while he thrusts deep, one more time. His primal roar that bounces off my lips intensifies my orgasm, knowing he’s there right along with me, shooting hot strokes in rapid pulses, filling my womb.
Completely spent, Pokey rolls us to our sides as we both stretch out on the mattress.
“So perfect,” he mutters in exhaustion against my ear.
“All better now? No more hard penis illness issues?” I can’t help the smile that spreads on my face, doing everything I can to keep my laughter inside.
He opens one eye, a mischievous grin sliding on his face. “Nah, all he needed was a good puking.”
“Oh, gross.” I roll my eyes while his laughter fills the room.
“Didn’t sound like you thought it was gross a moment ago, sweetheart,” he croons.
When I’m about to give a smartass reply, Austin starts to wail, letting us know he’s awake. My feet hit the floor but with the next few steps, I feel Pokey’s cum sliding down.
Again, his laughter fills the room. “Go and clean up, sweetheart. Take a shower.” He grabs his sweats from a chair nearby and pulls them on. “I’ll take care of our boy, take your time.”
He places a kiss on my lips and opens the sliding doors that lead to Austin. My chest fills with warmth. He’s so freaking perfect.
It takes twenty minutes before I make my way down the stairs. I see Sico on the couch holding his phone, his attention clearly on something that’s on there. Ransom is nowhere to be seen but Pokey is sitting on the other side of the couch with Everleigh right next to him.
She’s hovering her hand above Austin while she’s wiggling her fingers. Austin is clearly captivated by the movement.
A deep sigh tumbles from Everleigh’s lips. “So sorry you guys got pulled into this. Orianna and you guys deserve to be carefree, enjoying this little bundle without shit hanging over you. I wish I could take it away from you guys…turn the focus of the Cape Town crew on me. I mean, I have nothing like you guys have and yet I’ve got this safe house and nothing to live for. So fucking unfair.”
My gaze slides to Sico, who’s lost all interest in his phone but has his narrowed eyes locked on Everleigh.
“Look, Austin, mommy’s here,” Pokey says as he stands up and walks toward me.
I greedily take our son in my arms and kiss his forehead. I tilt my head up to Pokey, receiving a kiss on the side of my mouth from him in return.
“Okay, I need to make more coffee if I have to witness all this mushy love and perfect family stuff.” Everleigh laughs while she strolls off, heading for the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” I ask Sico.
His face is filled with pain watching Everleigh walk off.
Tearing his gaze away, he looks in my direction and yet doesn’t see me at all but instead just nods and drops his head as if his phone is the most important thing right now.
The honking of cars grabs our attention as Ransom comes running down the stairs. “Showtime folks, showtime. Orianna, get Austin upstairs, you too, Pokey. Let us handle this.”
Pokey doesn’t even argue but places his hand at my lower back, guiding me toward the stairs.
“You too, Simi. Upstairs, now,” Sico growls.
One more look over my shoulders before I’m scooped off my feet by Pokey, who’s carrying both me and Austin up the stairs.