Wind bellows against the windows of my room. Howling and screeching waking me from my sleep. Scooting to the side of the bed, I push myself up and look out the window. I can’t see a thing, there’s nothing but sand. I stand, and the weight of my belly causes my lower back to instantly hurt. I don’t know how much more weight I can take.

Wobbling to the glass, I look out. Lightning strikes across the sky, and wind pummels against the glass. Little grains of desert making the scariest of sounds. Living outside of Vegas I’ve never really seen the full effect of a storm in the city. I frown, curious if the building is strong enough to withstand such hard wind gusts. The lamp I left on next to the bed flickers, and my heart skips a beat. A loud bellow outside the window snapping my attention from the bulb to the sudden crash. A bright lit up sign snaps in two, skidding down the street into complete darkness.

Hand on my belly, I open my bedroom door and look for Mac. Surely, he’s seen something like this before and will know if we need to take some precautions or seek shelter.

The main room is quiet and eerily dark, so I head to his room where the door is firmly shut. I stare at the handle, my bottom lip tucked in between my teeth. Should I open it? What if he’s jerking off? Naked even.

A gust of wind howls at the windows and I swear I feel the wind swish around my feet. Palming the chrome door handle I crack it open and find Mac splayed among the bed, his blanket tangled around his legs. I step inside, trying to be quiet. His chest is bare with just enough chest hair to show his rugged side.

His hair is in his face and curled around his ears from turning his head back and forth in the plush pillows. He looks boyish, and vulnerable.

Against my better judgment, my eyes trail down his abs to his dark blue briefs. His cock is hard, and there’s no mistaking the barbell sticking through the tip of it. My eyes widen. That had to hurt, but the way it makes my toes curl into the floor with admiration, I can see why he got it.

It’s sexy.

Something crashes outside, and the baby kicks when fear riddles through my limbs. Quickly I climb onto the bed and throw what blankets I can pull from Mac, over me. I close my eyes, hoping it’s just a storm they normally get in this area.

“What are you doing in my bed, Pocahontas?” The husky growl of his voice causes my nipples to bud against my top. I both want him to pursue me and wait like a gentleman.

I roll over to face him, his sleepy eyes looking right at me.

“I’m scared of storms. This one seems pretty bad, are they normally like this?” I rest my head in my hands. The lightning outside casts a ghostly splash across Mac’s face, his irises smoldering beneath the light.

His eyes flick to the window before landing back on me.

“They can get pretty destructive.” He yawns before focusing on my hard-erect nipples. His lips curve into a smirk, before dark lustful eyes sink into me. “So you snuck into my room with”—he lifts the blankets, and I run my toe up my leg sexily—“just a small top and panties on?”

“We were scared,” I clarify, I push the blankets down. His eyes bolt to mine, his face softening.

Reaching under the blankets, he rests his hand on my belly. “Is the baby awake?”

Just then the baby rolls against his hand, and Mac smirks.

“I’d say so.”

He brushes my shirt up and rubs his callused hand along my bare belly. Oh my God it feels so good on my stretched skin, I can’t help but close my eyes and breathe into it. My toes curling into the mattress for more. My skin has been stretching so bad lately it never stops itching.

He rubs farther up, and a deep sigh catches in my throat. Inhaling a deep breath, I will his fingers to go just a little higher. As if he read my body language, Fingers swipe amongst the bottom of my breast and my knees arch on their own. My panties soak with arousal, I claw at the sheets, and my head presses into the pillow.

“Fuck Pocahontas, you’re driving me wild with those little sighs.”

“Just don’t stop touching me.” Flexing my hips, I urge him on.

He leans in closer, his breath hot and sticky against the crook of my neck. With his body tucked up to my side he’s warm to the touch, with muscles bulging from holding his own weight. I cock my head to the side and stare into his hooded eyes. They’re a heavy brown and focused directly on me. His erect cock presses into my thigh, and I widen my knees. Wanting him.

He looks down, acknowledging my invitation.

“You have no idea what you’re doing.” His voice throaty.

His hand slowly slides down my belly and I can’t help but tremble under his touch. His fingers tickling the inside of my thigh until a shiver laces around my neck making it hard to breathe. God just touch me already. My clit is practically throbbing with the need for his attention.

His fingertip tugs at the fabric of my panties, and a supple mewl spills from my mouth. Using the pad of his finger he swipes through my wetness, and I buck against his hand for more. I want to be filled and stretched by him so badly I physically ache with need.

“This for me, Pocahontas?” He plays with my wetness between his fingers.

Lips tucked between my teeth to keep my composure, I nod.

The elastic of my underwear slaps against my sensitive skin, and my entire lower half blooms with warmth.

The bed shifts, and a cold draft slip over me. I open my eyes finding him biting his bottom lip and looking at me with an unfamiliar look. His eyes not as lustful as before. Sucking in a tight breath, I pull my shirt down to cover my bare stomach.

“We should get some sleep,” he suggests, but the crack in his voice suggests he’s struggling with this suggestion. Grasping the blanket, he throws it over us, and lays behind me, protectively placing his hand on my belly. The baby kicks it as if it knows it’s him.

Staring at the ceiling, my body is so wound up if I move my thighs just right, I’m sure I’d come all over myself. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the wind blowing against the windows and not the sexy man behind me.

It’s no use, I can’t. What just happened? Why doesn’t he want me? Turning my head, I look at him. He has his eyes closed. His nostrils flaring with hard breathing.

“What was that?” I have to ask. His eyes open, but he looks past me.

“I can’t sleep with you, Simone.” His voice dry. Rejection stabs me in the chest.

“Why? Did Zeek say something?” I push. “Is it because I said I wanted to take it slow before?” God why did I fucking say that?

He huffs, his face looking conflicted.

“I just – I just can’t, okay?”

“Is it because of Gatz?”

He freezes, and I know I hit the issue on the head. Sitting up, the blankets pulled to my neck, I wait for him to explain.

“He-he was my brother. We have a code not to fuck with another man’s woman and you were his. Him not being here—”

Holding my hand up, I stop him right there.

“I was not his. It was a one-night stand that led to this,” I point to my stomach. “He loved Kane, Kane loved him. Neither of them loved me.” The last few words a mere whisper. “I’m nobody’s.”

Mac’s face pales as if he’s seeing me for the first time as a single woman. Opening his mouth, he begins to say something and shuts it. Brows furrowed, he tucks his arm around my belly, gripping my hip and pulling me close.

Hormones want me to cry. I want to yell and be mad, but I just scoot under the blankets, and tuck my head onto his shoulder. The smell of mint soothing me and the baby into a comforting ease.

“You’re somebody’s,” he mutters, his words vibrating his chest.

Placing my arm on his hard chest, I close my eyes and wonder if he means I’m the club’s, or his.

I don’t know what just happened, but I can’t take much more of his soft touches, and hard comes on only to be left with wet panties, and unsatisfied.