CHARLOTTE

“Oh God, oh my word. Yes, there. No, no, not that. Oohh, yeah, like that.” I was rambling incoherently. I knew it, but my man was down on his knees, my skirt was bunched around my waist, my panties were somewhere around here torn into two pieces, one of my legs was thrown over his shoulder, and his face was pushed between my thighs. And his glorious mouth, oh his mouth, was firmly latched onto my pulsing pussy.

And he was feasting on me.

Hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue flat against my lips, slowly licking up and down. Somewhere in there, he added a twirling motion that set me on fire.

Good golly, I loved his tongue.

We had hardly made it back to the compound after accepting more congratulations from his brothers before he pulled me into our room, ripped the bodice of my top down, and worshipped my breasts like his life depended on it. I knew mine certainly did. And now, he was on his knees worshipping me again. My hand that had my new engagement ring was resting on his head, holding him against me as I shamelessly rode his face and tongue.

I certainly saw lots of him on his knees in our future.

“Deck, I’m coming, honey,” I cried out as I felt that spectacular tingle deep in my core. God, I loved that feeling, and Deck was so good at giving it to me.

“Come in my mouth, Sweetness. Coat my throat, baby.”

His growl sent vibrations through me, giving me that extra push I needed. And I came hard. There were stars behind my eyelids, and my throbbing core was pulsating, milking every last bit of essence from me straight onto my man’s clever tongue.

“Oh, fuck yes, Charlie. I am so fucking hard. I need to be in you right now.” He growled again as he lapped up the last of my climax.

Oh, God, I loved it when he growled against me like that.

As fast as lightning, Deck had me down on the floor and under him, the carpet soft under my back. His mouth slammed down on mine, and I could taste myself. I never thought I would enjoy that, but I did. And I loved that it didn’t bother him to kiss me after he had come in my mouth.

“Sweetness, this is going to be fast and rough. I need you too badly. You okay with that?” Deck said as he held himself off me with one arm while he unbuckled his belt and freed his cock with the other. He was so strong, it turned me on that he could do those things, his muscles bulging and straining with each movement.

“Hmmm, more than okay, honey. I want to feel you in me.” My wanton response got exactly the reaction I was looking for. His eyes were a deep, dark blue, almost black, with desire.

“Take my cock, and position him, baby. Now. Before I come all over your pretty firm thighs.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” I replied. I snaked my hand between our bodies and took a second to roll his balls in my hand, gently giving them a tiny squeeze, which earned me a love bite on my breast. My man loved marking me.

“Charlie.” He grunted in warning. He was primed and on edge, so giving them one last caress, I deftly grabbed his cock, which was smooth and hard and warm all at once. The head was wet with his arousal, and I couldn’t help but poke the bear by running my thumb over the tip then rubbing the wetness all over the head.

“Sweetness.”

I loved that I was his sweetness.

Shifting just a little, I held him against my very wet entrance. His grunt was now one of approval.

“Ready?” he asked me but didn’t give me time to answer. He just rammed straight into me. The force of it moved me along the floor.

“Deck.” My scream was loud, but holy crap, I was filled so full that it was almost painful. Almost but the pleasure of it outweighed any pain.

“Fuck. Me. So. Fucking. Tight.” His words were in rhythm with his long, deep thrust. His hips moved like a piston in and out of me. He was setting a punishing rhythm, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

All too soon, I felt that spark from down deep in my core. Good God, did I have any self-control at all? Deck must have felt something, too, because he moved so my legs hooked over his arms. His upper body was off the floor, and my arse was in his lap. He loved that position. He loved to watch. Pushing harder into me, I watched him watching us. His eyes were molten, and his neck muscles corded from the exertion of his thrusts. He was so turned on. I loved the looks he got on his face. Sometimes, he looked almost dangerous, and it turned me on, knowing I could get that reaction from him.

Then, suddenly, something came over me. I moved my left hand down to where we were joined and rubbed my clit with small rounded strokes. My finger also caressed his cock as he pulled out and then pushed back in me. My engagement ring shone thanks to the lamp right beside us.

“Mother fucking fuck! Sweetness, oh yes, that is so it. Touch us, touch us,” he cried out.

I was done for as his cries and dirty words sent me crashing over the edge. I let out a strangled scream as the white light behind my eyes signalled my third orgasm for the night. My fingers continued their assault on his cock and my now pulsating clit.

“God, yes, Charlie, don’t stop touching us. I’m coming. I’m coming.” Deck’s harsh bark then deep groan filled the room as his throbbing cock released deep inside me, filling me with his seed.

We lay there for a long time just panting against each other’s mouths, stealing the breath from one another as we tried to regain control of our hearts. But I didn’t ever want to control my heart ever again. I wanted it out of control for this man for the rest of my life.

“You’re going to be my wife,” Deck said in awe.

“Abso-effing-lutely.” I laughed.

 

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“What are your plans today?” Deck asked as he watched me cut up fruit for Shiloh’s and my breakfast.

Deck had made bacon and eggs for himself like always, and sometimes, I joined him, but today, my stomach was a little unsettled. Actually, it had been all week, and the drinking session the other night probably hadn’t helped much. Now that the recital was behind us and the stress of that was over, we could relax briefly for a few days until it started again for preparations for Shiloh’s fourth birthday. I had already organised the activities for the party and the decorations, and I had ordered her cake—I couldn’t wait for our little girl to see her pink custom-made princess castle cake. Darth had wanted her to have one made in the image of a Glock 38 handgun, and I quickly vetoed that idea, but I had no illusions he wouldn’t go behind my back and get one made for her, anyway.

“Umm, I’m dropping Shiloh off at Jason’s, and then Stella and I are taking the ballet costumes back.”

“Fuck, shit. Sorry, Sweetness, I forgot all about it. Jason told me at the recital he couldn’t have Squirt today. With everything that happened last night at the recital and afterwards, I forgot to tell you,” he said, raising his eyebrows comically.

I squirmed in my seat. I was definitely still feeling the effects of last night.

“Oh. Okay, then, it looks like we three chickies are having a road trip then.”

“She can stay with Vegas if you want.”

“No way. Taking Shiloh with us is no hassle at all. Stella wants to come get away from things for a bit, and taking Shiloh with us will be a good distraction for her. Plus, I get even more girl time with our daughter.” I loved saying that—our daughter. Shiloh’s acceptance of the whole situation made it so easy just to slip into a mother’s role. My mother wasn’t much of one to me all my life, and for some people, that might have turned them off wanting to have their own kids, but not me. No, I wanted a whole passel of kids. Boys and girls, all in the image of their father.

 “I love it when you say that,” Deck whispered coming up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him.

I giggled. “I was just thinking that exact same thing. What are you up to?” I turned in his arms and looked up into his handsome face. Straightaway, I noticed a flash of anger cross his features before his training had him reeling it in. “What? Has something happened?”

“Calm down, Sweetness. It’s nothing too bad. Just some more annoying shit at the construction site. And at the strip club.”

I knew what he was saying was, in reality, more than just some annoying things happening, but he would never let me know how bad it really was. His need to protect his club and his family was embedded so deep in his DNA, there was no way I could ever get him to let me help him. So instead, I helped in my own way by not worrying him or adding to his stress load.

“Okay, honey, if you say so. Let me go get Shiloh so we can get on the road. It is a two hour or more trip both ways. We are going to have to stop for lunch when we get there.” Oh, God, just the thought of food was making my stomach roll. If I was honest, I had a weird feeling about the nausea—it didn’t last all day, and by the early afternoon, I normally felt great. I guess I was being an ostrich by keeping my head in the sand for a little bit longer. Just a few weeks, just in case I was barking up the wrong tree.

“Sweetness, are you okay? You look pale,” Deck asked, concern colouring his voice.

I waved off his concern. “I’m fine, honey, just looking forward to some relaxing time.”

“Charlie, maybe you shouldn’t be driving today. We can pay the late fee, fuck it.”

“No way. If we do that, the next time I need costumes, the old bat will charge through the nose. Seriously, honey, I’m okay, and anyway, Stella is driving, so no need to worry.” Desperate to get Deck off this conversation, I gave him a sweet smile.

“I adore my ring, honey.” It wasn’t just a subject change because I really did. The blush pink diamond set in a rose gold setting was exquisite. The diamond was heart-shaped in a halo setting with diamonds twinkling all around it. It was so feminine and pretty, so me.

Deck opened his arms, and I willingly walked into them. I felt his warmth and loved it, and I wanted to stand like that for hours, but I couldn’t. Shiloh needed to be fed and dressed. But before that, I wanted just a few more minutes with my fiancé.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Deck,” I whispered into his shirt-covered pec, my hands splayed across his back as I felt his muscles ripple under them.

“Pick a date, and make it soon, Sweetness. If you want a big wedding with the dress and bridesmaids, fine, but make sure it’s soon. So get that flock together, and figure this shit out. I want you wed with my last name ASAP. Got it?”

Laughing, I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Jeez, sir. Yes, sir. How long before you knock me up?” I joked but wished I hadn’t when his face paled.

“I’m happy with just Shiloh for now,” he clipped immediately. “I’ll go get Shiloh up and dressed for you.” He pressed one more kiss to my lips, then turned and nearly ran out of the kitchen.

What on earth? Did Deck want more children or not? Oh, my God, what if he didn’t? I held a trembling hand against my flat stomach, my state of bliss suddenly dissolved.

I didn’t want to voice my suspicions right at that moment, but that tree needed to be barked up sooner rather than later. Being without Deck was unthinkable, but could I also go without having my own baby?