Chapter 22
Arrive. Raise hell. Leave.
-T-shirt
Freya
I pushed through the side door of the clubhouse, wary because I’d never been there without Ridley at my side.
Things had gone so fast this past month, and now I was a permanent fixture here.
Usually, though, I had Ridley to accompany me to the clubhouse.
Now, though, that wasn’t the case.
I was now a working woman again, and today had been my first day at a clinic in town, a brand new one that’d just opened up last week.
It was the first clinic ever in Uncertain, Texas, and sported two nurses. Me, and a lady I’d just had the privilege of meeting, Hannah Morton, a bubbly blonde that I just knew I’d be best friends with.
My phone rang before I’d even gotten two steps inside, and my mouth split into a wide grin.
“Kelsey!” I cried in excitement. “You’re here?”
By ‘here’ I meant in Texas.
“I’m here,” she confirmed. “And in my new room at the Kilgore Burn Center.”
I smiled, studying the room as I looked for the other members, but didn’t see any of them, even though all of them were supposed to be there. Not to mention the same thing for their women.
Today was a celebration of sorts. One where The Uncertain Saints celebrated just for the ‘hell of it’ according to them. Apparently, The Uncertain Saints didn’t need a reason to celebrate, and they’d do whatever they damn well pleased.
I’d had to ask to get off early on my first day of work, but it worked out well since my boss knew the Saints well.
“I’ve got to go,” Kelsey said suddenly. “There’s a hunky piece of man meat outside my door, and I swear to God, if my arm wasn’t throbbing like a bitch, I’d jump him.”
Before I could say another word, she was gone, leaving me to stare at my phone in surprise.
Laughter bubbled up my throat as I realized my good friend was going to be okay.
She’d been traumatized, yes, but she was made of harder stuff than anyone gave her credit for.
Dropping my phone back into my back pocket, I took my pile of clothes and went to the bathroom, quickly changing out of my clothes and pulling on a pair of jeans, my new Harley Chick t-shirt, and a pair of boots.
We’d be riding later, and I didn’t want to look like the odd duck out.
I still wasn’t completely convinced of the safety of motorcycles, but I’d do it.
Today would likely be my last ride.
At least for the next nine months.
I’d found out at work today that I was pregnant.
I’d suspected it, of course, but I’d been too chicken to test.
Hannah had done that for me today, drawing my blood and running it through the lab.
The wait had been horrible, but I now had my suspicions confirmed, and I’d be telling Ridley the moment I saw him.
Leaving my clothes on the bathroom counter, I walked down the hall until it turned.
I listened, wondering where everyone was, when I came to the final hallway that led to the gym.
I came to an abrupt halt when I saw three women crowded around a door, all of them looking in on what was going on on the other side.
“Uhhh,” I said. “What are y’all doing?”
None of them turned, but Lenore, Griffin’s wife, waved me over.
“Come here and see,” she said, holding out her hand for me.
I came, taking her hand, and peered over her shoulder.
My mouth dropped open as I got my first good look at the men in the gym.
No, the fact that nearly all of them were shirtless wasn’t the reason for the flabbergasted look on my face.
Nor was the fact that they all had so much weight on their bars or in their hands.
No, it was the fact that nearly all of them were dancing.
To Sexy Back.
Griffin squatted to the beat of the music while Mig did some sort of shimmy with his hips as he did push ups on the ground.
The only one not dancing, out of the whole bunch, was Core, who was busy taping the entire thing from the corner of the room, unbeknownst to everyone else.
Had they known, they probably would’ve been kicking his ass.
But they didn’t know.
They just continued on with what they were doing, oblivious to their audience.
Then Pony came on, and I groaned right along with the rest of the ladies.
It was like Magic Mike, but better.
Much, much better.
Ridley took center stage then, jumping up on the blocks that the men used to do vertical jumps up onto, where he then proceeded to do some raunchy move with his hips that had me all hot and bothered in a matter of seconds.
A big, bad, tattooed biker that had the power to undo me.
“Oh, boy,” Tasha said. “Would you look at that?”
I tore my eyes away from my man to follow where she was pointing, and I started to laugh.
Casten was dipping down low, twisting and bouncing as he curled huge weights that were at least the size of half my body.
That went on like that for four long minutes, and by the time they were finished and laughing, I was fanning myself.
“I think we’re going to be a little late,” I mentioned to the ladies. “I’m needing some…attention.”
Annie, Mig’s woman, tossed me a look over her shoulder that clearly said I wasn’t the only one.
Taking that as my cue, I pushed through the doors.
“I need some time!” I announced to the group as a whole.
All eyes turned to me, but it was my man who was still bouncing on the balls of his feet, all hot and sweaty, his hair and beard slightly damp with his sweat, that had my full attention.
I started to fan myself almost reflexively, and he read me and my needs almost immediately.
He hopped down, walking towards me with a purposeful spring in his step.
He didn’t even bother to speak to me, only bent down slightly once he’d reached me, captured me just under the ass, and carried me out of the room.
“You have a good day?” he questioned, panting lightly as he carried me down the hall towards his room.
I nodded.
“Yeah,” I confirmed, looking into his eyes as he slammed the door shut with his foot. “I have some news.”
“So do I,” he said. “You want to go first or me?”
I knew that if I went first, he’d be too overwhelmed to think straight, so I let him tell me.
“You,” I ordered.
He grinned.
“I’m officially acting Sheriff until the next election,” he informed me, stripping my jeans down my legs that I’d just put on.
They hung up on my shoes, but he didn’t bother to undo them, only flipped me over to my belly and pulled me until I was bent over the side of the bed, my legs only wide enough to allow him access to my pussy.
He dropped to his knees, parting my folds with his fingers as he did, and instantly plunged his tongue into my willing pussy.
“Mother of God,” I whispered into the comforter.
He chuckled against me, his beard scraping my thighs as he started to shake his head from side to side, letting his tongue flick back and forth over my sensitive clit.
My hands clenched when his fingers thrust inside of me, curling them down so each time he went in and out, his fingers played over a sensitive spot that elicited certain high-pitched moans from my throat.
“What about your news?” he asked, spreading my fluids from my pussy to my back entrance.
This was something we’d just started to dabble in.
I still wasn’t sure about it, but today, with the way he’d gotten me so hot, I thrust myself back against his fingers, letting him know that I’d be willing to go a little further today than we usually did.
His rough fingers circled the entrance to my ass, pushing in slightly before they disappeared once again.
He reached forward and grabbed a condom from the box beside the bed, and I moaned when his fingers pushed even further inside with the movement.
I moaned and pushed out and back, his fingers sliding even deeper inside with little effort.
Much easier than normal.
But that might also have to do with the fact that I’d been wearing a plug from Lenore’s store, Uncertain Pleasures.
I’d gone in there the week before, intent on learning all I could about anal sex.
Ridley never came right out and asked for it, but the way his fingers always lingered on my ass let me know that he was interested in it.
Once I’d realized it, I’d started to do my own research, mainly in the form of reading.
And I liked what I read.
So I took the bull by the horns and visited Lenore.
She’d given me a plug, and I wore it for at least an hour a day to start ‘training my ass.’ Her words, not mine.
I could practically feel his excitement as I didn’t balk at the feel of him, three fingers deep, in my ass.
With new courage, he lined his cock up with my pussy and sank inside, completely forgetting that he didn’t have the condom on.
We both moaned in pleasure as he started to pump his hips. Slowly, at first, until he was moving in a steady rhythm in and out of me.
“Jesus, you feel good,” he said suddenly, his fingers twisting inside of me, scissoring inside of my ass.
I moaned in agreement. He always felt good.
Not a day went by that we didn’t make love to each other, and each time continued to get better and better.
“You want me here?” he asked, twisting his fingers again.
I nodded, turning my face so I could see him out of the corner of my eye.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes.”
“Get me some lube…nightstand,” he said, slamming into me harder this time, his balls slapping against my clit and earning a cry of exhilaration from my throat.
I reached blindly for the nightstand, yanking open the drawer so hard that the whole thing fell out onto the floor.
I leaned over the side, reaching forward for the lube only to come up short when Ridley grabbed me by the hips and circled his own, making my pussy practically drip in excitement.
“Ridley,” I gasped. “I can’t reach it.”
He chuckled, letting my hips go.
I leaned forward until he was nearly all the way out of me, and finally reached it.
Once I had it closed in my hands, he pulled me backwards once again, filling me to the hilt.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned, my head burying into the comforter once again as I blindly tossed the lube back to him.
It hit somewhere behind me, but I was enjoying myself too much to notice where.
I felt it, though, when the cool slickness of it hit the rim of my asshole.
It heated quickly, though, with the help of Ridley’s fingers.
“Lee,” I gasped. “Please.”
He growled low in his throat.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked. “It harder?”
I shook my head, unable to answer.
Lucky for me, I didn’t need to.
He knew always knew exactly what I needed.
Which he proved moments later when his cock slipped from my depths.
I heard the distinct sound of the lube rubbing up and down his shaft, then he was pressing the head of his cock to my ass.
Nervousness flitted through me, but he’d thoroughly prepared me, making the slow, smooth slide of his cock entering me relatively painless.
The fullness, though, was another story.
I screamed, unable to help myself.
He slid all the way inside, his hips meeting my ass, and I started to come.
My control fled as he started to jerk himself in and out of me, his thrusts turning erratic and short as he pumped himself into me.
The stretch I felt, combined with the fullness of him inside me, prolonged my orgasm into something I’d never experienced before.
I was delirious as my orgasm rolled through me, pulling me down so deep that I didn’t even realize he’d come until I finally got my hearing back online.
“You okay?” he panted.
“Yes,” I croaked, nodding my head as I said it in case no sound came out.
It did, but it was broken up in places, making Ridley chuckle.
“I forgot to use the condom,” he said, tossing it down by my face.
I turned to stare at the foil, opened but still holding the latex inside, then turned my face to him.
“You don’t need it anymore,” I said.
His eyebrows went up as he slowly pulled out of me.
He leaned forward, his body hovering over mine, his eyes serious, as he said, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”
I blinked.
“What?” I asked, surprised at the abrupt change in subject.
Why did he not question it?
He pressed his lips down onto mine, then pulled back until he was only inches from me.
“I’ve come to a decision,” he said.
I raised a brow at him, lifting my hand to run my fingers along his side.
“Yeah?” I asked. “What about?” I wondered. “Is it about moving in with you again?”
He grimaced.
I’d been staying at my house now that the threat against me was gone, much to Ridley’s annoyance.
Although he’d claimed to be ready for me to live with him, I’d decided he needed a little more time to prepare himself before I moved in permanently.
I was staying over there quite a bit, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t crowd him and force him into doing anything that he wasn’t ready to do.
“I want you to listen to me. Don’t interrupt until I’ve got it all out, okay?” he asked.
I nodded, albeit a bit reluctantly.
“I want to get married.” He stopped me before I could interrupt him. “You promised.”
I sighed.
“I’m ready.” At my look, he smiled. “I really am. I’m ready to have you there. I wake up wanting you in my arms and go to bed wishing you were there against my side.” He pressed his lips against mine. “And I want to have you as mine. It hurts to watch you leave, and I sleep like shit.”
“You sleeping like shit isn’t a reason for me to move in…nor get married,” I told him in exasperation.
He grinned.
“How about the fact that I love you? Is that enough to get you to marry me?” he pushed.
“And when did you realize you loved me? When did you come to this decision that we should marry?” I asked, getting upset now. “Was it when you realized you came inside of me unprotected? We don’t have to be married to have kids—kids I might add, that you don’t want.”
He shook his head.
“No.” He stopped me before I could get into full bitch mode with just a few words. “It was when you threw that big hissy fit at the prison. I realized then that if you would go to that much trouble to see me, that you’d willingly put yourself into an embarrassing situation just to have a piece of my time, that I wanted to give that to you, too,” he said. “I fell in love with you the moment I set eyes on you the night you hung your Christmas lights. I fell in love again when I watched you shoot your brother’s rifle and win a shooting contest that most men couldn’t win.” He held my face so I could look deep into his eyes. “I fall in love with you each and every day, more and more, until I’m so fucking full of love for you that I can hardly breathe from it. If kids come…I’ll be happy. The idea of kids scare the shit out of me—especially in this fucked up world we live in—but I’m willing to do anything. Give you anything. If it’s kids you want, then you’ll get kids.”
I closed my eyes as tears started to slip down my cheeks.
“Okay,” I agreed quickly.
“Okay?” he asked. “Okay you’ll marry me, or okay you’ll move in?”
I smiled then.
“I love you, too.”
“You didn’t answer, I noticed,” he said, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’ll move in, and I’ll marry you.”
“Why?” he asked suspiciously. “Why’d you give in so easily?”
I sat forward until our lips were only a breath away from each other, then said the two words that brought him to his knees.
“I’m pregnant.”