Reaper
“Babe?” I call as I bound through the door. Where the hell is she? I peek into each room on the main floor of our way too big Cape Cod style house, looking for her, but she’s nowhere to be found. Dirty dishes are stacked in the sink. A clean basket of laundry sits folded on the couch, and the living room looks like a cyclone hit it.
My gut clenches a little as I stare at the unusual disarray of our home. Anna is a meticulous housekeeper, and since our daughter was born, a total germaphope.
“Anna?” I take the stairs two at a time, anxious to see my girls. I love my club and I love to ride, but these three and four day runs are not something I enjoy anymore, since it now takes time away from my family.
I walk into the bedroom, but still no Anna. Our cat, Huey, lifts his head from his cozy nest of blankets on the bed and blinks up at me through squinted eyes. I never thought I’d like any cat, especially after Pricilla, but Huey is an affectionate little thing, and most importantly, he doesn’t piss on my shit. As much as I couldn’t stand Priscilla, I was sad when she passed, not long after Sharon’s funeral.
The faint sound of a muffled squeal drifts from the bathroom down the hall. Turning, I cock my head to the side, ears straining. Déjà vu strikes me. I’ve done this before, and it didn’t turn out good. When I hear it again, I rush out of the room, a lump forming in the back of my throat as I approach the bathroom door.
“Anna?” I call, my hand moving to the doorknob. “You okay, babe?”
There’s no answer from behind the door, and I don’t waste another second. Turning the knob, I rush inside. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but the vision before me erases all my trepidation, and instead, fills me with joy. Anna sits at the edge of the tub, her arm draped over the side as she gently sponges the soap off of our daughter’s creamy smooth skin.
“Daddy!” she screeches when she stops giggling long enough to see me standing there.
“Hey, gorgeous. You miss me?”
“Oh yes,” she replies, her tiny head nodding, even as the tear free soap suds fall down her cheeks. “Mommy took me to the park!” she screeches.
“She did? Sounds like your mommy’s pretty awesome.” I wink at Anna and reach out my hand, pulling her to her feet. “What about you, Mommy? You miss me?”
“Oh yes,” she answers with a grin as she stands on her tiptoes and plants a kiss on my cheek. Her round, swollen belly presses against mine and I place both hands on it, marvelling at how much baby number two has grown in just the few days I’ve been gone. “How was your trip?”
“Over,” I say, kissing her lips.
“Ew.” Harley giggles from the tub. “Kissing is yucky.”
I grin down at my three-year-old daughter and for the first time in days, I laugh. “And don’t you forget that, baby doll. No kissing ’til you’re thirty-seven.”
Harley goes back to squirting the water from her bath toys and I turn my attention to my wife. My lips meet hers and everything else just disappears. I’m home.
Anna
I rock my hips as I ride my husband, his cock deep inside of me, coaxing every ounce of pleasure he can manage as I take him. I don’t know what it is about this pregnancy, but all I ever want to do is have sex. These past few weeks, Reaper and I have had sex in almost every room in the house, in the backyard, in the clubhouse, and the most fun place, in a maternity store dressing room where I was trying on new bras. He apparently approved.
“Come for me, baby,” he groans, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger. “I need to feel you come.”
When his fingers pinch my nipples, hard enough to hurt in the most delicious way, I give him what he wants. I disintegrate on top of him, my pussy gripping him as my entire body spasms with bright bursts of pleasure that makes me scream out his name.
I feel him come at the same time, his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries so we don’t wake Harley. After a few moments of heavy breathing, sweet kisses, and the calming of my heart, I roll to the side and snuggle into my man.
If you’d have told me sixteen years ago that one day I’d end up living in a beautiful house with a gorgeous and gentle, but tough as nails biker, our perfect little girl sleeping just down the hall, I wouldn’t have believed a word of it.
It had taken a lot of meetings, several counselling sessions, and the joy of being a mother to let go of the guilt I’d felt over my past. I had made a lot of poor choices, and I’d more than paid my dues, but now, I’m reaping the rewards of sobriety, of love and commitment, and family.
I can’t imagine things being any better than they already are, but they will be. I place a hand on my belly, and Reaper leans down and lays his head on my gigantic bump.
“You hear me in there, little buddy?”
Reaper is determined that this time, he’ll get his boy. I wanted to find out the gender, but he put in a lot of effort to convince me to wait until the delivery.
Within minutes, I fall asleep to the gentle, but raspy voice of Reaper as he tells our son about motorcycles and the club, and how it’ll be his job to help him beat the boys off of his sister. It’s the same way I fall asleep every night, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Bosco
“Sarah, don’t fucking do this,” I say as she tosses one boot, then the other out into the yard, where they fall about three feet away.
“Just go, Bosco. This was a mistake.” Tears pour down her face as she moves to shut the door. “We never should have…Oh, God.”
I storm up the stairs to her front door, not giving one single shit about the fact that I’m standing in my boxer briefs first thing in the morning, outside her house where all the neighbors can see. “It wasn’t a mistake,” I growl, holding the door so she can’t close it. “You might not want to admit it, but this wasn’t a fuckin’ mistake. You know it, and I know it.”
“Bosco, I can’t do this. Please. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
I yank the door from her grasp and step closer to her, close enough to smell her hair and touch my forehead to hers. “You wanna lie to yourself and say it’s a mistake, go for it, but don’t try to convince me. I’m all in here. I’ve been all in for more than three goddamn years. That little girl in there loves me, Sarah. You love me too, you just can’t fuckin’ admit it.”
She shoves at the door, but her strength has nothing on me. Not wanting to upset her any more than she already is, I step back and let the screen door fall shut between us. Backing down the steps, I put my hands up. “Fine, I’ll go. But I’ll be back, baby. I’ll be back every fuckin’ day if that’s what it takes for you to admit that you love me. Fight me all you want, but you’re not gonna win this one. I’m not gonna let you.”