“Baby, where are you? We’re going to be late.”
I stand in the bathroom of mine and Kane’s home, which we bought together a year ago today. It’s not far from Quill and Jasmine’s house, and only a ten-minute drive away from the clubhouse.
After the night I brought Kane home from the bar to my parents’ house, and he’d tried to cook me breakfast and then spent the day making me feel supported and love with a bubble bath, foot massage, and his big, warm body to cuddle into whenever I needed it—being there to listen and to talk about everything. Well, I decided he was a hell of a man to be letting go of, and I was willing to try my hardest to make us work, even though my heart ached constantly for my unborn baby. I still think of them every day, and I wish I could say it gets better with time, but it doesn’t, it just gets a little easier. Having Kane by my side, supporting me, loving me, has made me so happy, though. Happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
I decided to continue with my studies and transferred to a closer college. As much as Hazel wanted to stay, she decided it was best for her to return home and complete her degree there. She has an internship lined up at the end of this year and can’t turn down an opportunity like the one she’s been offered.
Me on the other hand, I’m just happy being here with Kane—or Trigger, as they call him, but he’s still my Kane. Each day my love for him grows stronger. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone with such intensity, but boy I do. We can barely be in the same room without wanting to jump each other. Yeah, I have a hot man, and he’s damn fine—treats me like I’m his queen and is with me anytime he can be—but lately he’s been on the road more often, something about the club doing business with an alcohol supplier out in Texas. At the end of the day, though, I don’t mind. Knowing he’s coming home to me and sleeping beside me is enough.
There are days I wonder where Blake is, what he’s doing now. It wasn’t long after I lost our baby that it was announced on the news he’d quit his career as a fighter. Still to this day I wonder if Kane had anything to do with that. I haven’t asked him, and I won’t because really, what does it matter? I have a future with a man and his club, a club that treat me like their family. The details of how that came to be aren’t important.
Family…. I look down at the pregnancy test in my hand, it’s the third in the last ten minutes, and it also says pregnant. I’ve been feeling nauseous for the past five days but didn’t think I could be pregnant, until Tess told me that I should take a test—she caught me the other day vomiting in the clubhouse’s bathroom. At first, I thought I was coming down with something, but when Tess mentioned I could be pregnant, I’d tried to think back to the last time I had my period, and for the life of me couldn’t remember having it last month.
I’m pregnant. I’m really pregnant! Happiness and joy fill me, and tears spring to my eyes. I’m having Kane’s baby….
I hear Kane shout out from the front door, and I quickly shove the pregnancy test in the top drawer; now is not the time to tell him. We’ve been invited to the club for a family BBQ and we’re running late. I smile to myself as I rinse my hands under the tap, but then panic hits. What if he’s not ready to be a dad? I mean, he hasn’t even asked me to be his old lady. His boys tease him about it and all, and I’ve spoken to Tess, Luisa, and Jasmine. They each tell me not to stress, that Kane loves me and will ask me when he’s ready.
“There you are, babe.”
I look up at the mirror and see Kane standing at the doorway with one arm resting on the doorframe. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, then drop to my ass and exposed legs. I’m wearing a short black dress that hugs me in all the right places. Kane loves this dress, he picked it out for me the other day, but when I see him grinding his teeth, his jaw ticking with the motion, I think otherwise.
I turn to face him, looking down at my dress. “What is it? Don’t you like it?”
He whistles then drops his arm to his side. “Baby, like is not the word I would use right now. I love it.” I look up at him and smile, feeling my cheeks heat up. He steps forward and pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Fuck, I love it when you blush.”
I smile at him shyly, still not believing that he’s my man. How did I get so lucky? He looks so incredibly yummy right now in a black fitted shirt and dark denim jeans, his motorcycle boots completing the whole bad-boy look. His cut is over the top of his shirt and his hair is styled to perfection. His green eyes are so damn captivating, that sometimes when he’s looking at me, I swear he can see straight into my soul.
“I just know I’m going to have to hit a couple of men tonight,” he says, and I snap out of my fog.
“Hit? What on earth for?”
“Because, baby, they’re not gonna be able to keep their eyes off you, and it’s gonna piss me the hell off.”
“Oh, please.” I wave my hand in front of him. “Have you seen the other women? I have nothing on them.”
Kane steps toward me, and before I know what’s happening I’m being turned to face the mirror. “Look at yourself, babe,” he rasps into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my body. “You are the hottest, sweetest, and most beautiful woman I know. I know, and so do my brothers, so don’t try and talk yourself down, because I won’t let you.”
I inhale at the sheer desire shining from his eyes as he looks down my body, reflected in the mirror. His hard length rubs against my ass, and wetness pools in my panties. I want him—I always want him.
He smirks, as if reading my mind, then leans in and places a kiss just below my earlobe. “Fuck, baby, when you look at me like that, I swear all I can think about is how wet your pussy would be for me.”
I groan at his words and find myself rubbing up against him. His eyes hood over and his hands come around, one sinking into the top of my dress, squeezing and playing with my nipple. My head falls back against his chest as his other hand travels up under my dress and pulls my panties aside then plays with my clit. I gasp and begin to move, my hips moving in sync with his movements. “Always wet and ready for me, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “I fuckin’ love it.”
He continues to stroke my breast as his finger dips inside my pussy, causing me to cry out. I beg him for more, but then he withdraws his hand from my breasts and cups my chin, kissing me as I turn my face toward him, hungry and rough and pure Kane. Two hands slide under my dress now, and my panties are ripped to pieces and fall to the floor of the bathroom. I would protest at the third pair of Victoria’s Secret lingerie that he’s damaged in the past week, but I won’t, because right now none of that matters—all I want is his cock inside me.
He lifts my dress, exposing me to his greedy eyes, then kneels down behind me and tells me to place my hands on the vanity. Before I can ask him why, his hot mouth is on me, his tongue sliding through my folds and his fingers playing with my clit. “Please, Kane, I need more,” I beg, and look at myself in the mirror, seeing how flushed I am. He widens my legs then and enters a finger into my dripping pussy, as he continues to suck my clit into his mouth, moving his finger in and out and taking me on a wild ride.
I drop my head forward and gasp as he nibbles on my clit, a hint of his teeth giving me an edge that always gets me close quickly, but before I can get there and cry out my release, he’s unbuckling his jeans, thrusting deep inside of me as soon as he’s free. I cry out at the feeling of fullness, then moan as he starts jackhammering in and out of me at a fast pace. One hand is on my waist, his other beneath my chin, forcing me to look at him in the mirror as he fucks me from behind. His eyes are hooded, and he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he continues this mind-blowing pace. “Fuck, baby, I will never get enough of you. So fucking good.”
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I plead. He pulls out then, turns me around and lifts me onto the vanity, and impales me on his cock. My breath hitches when he stills, looking deep into my eyes. With his cock still buried deep inside me, he rests me against the sink, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him, not wanting him to leave me. He doesn’t move, though, even when I try to move my hips. “What’s going on?” I ask. His facial expression is so serious. “Is something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing is ever wrong when I have you in my arms.” I smile and lean in and kiss him gently. When our kiss ends, he looks deep into my eyes once again. “Be my o’l lady, and wife.”
I widen my eyes, totally shocked, trying to gauge if he’s being serious. He kisses my neck then my cheek, and whispers against my skin, “I love you, Charity, and I want you now and forever. Please will you be my wife?”
I pull back and run my fingers over his jaw. Smiling, I say, “Are you sure you want this? It’s a commitment for life, Kane—you, me, and forever.”
He pulls on my hair, forcing me to keep looking up at him. “That sounds like heaven to me.” Then he leans forward and kisses me deeply, his hands threading through my hair. He withdraws his hot and hard cock inch by inch, then thrusts back inside me, filling me completely. My pussy contracts as he teases me with his tongue and cock at the same time. I’m so close to coming. His hand slides down beneath our bodies, playing with my clit as he continues to thrust. Pulling back just as I’m about to explode, he demands, “Say yes.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and moan. There’s only one answer. “Yes. God, yes. I’ll marry you.”
I lie on my back, waiting for Charity to exit the bathroom. We had a club party tonight, and although it was great to catch up with everyone, I couldn’t wait to get back home so I could be alone with her. I drank a bit tonight but didn’t get drunk. Charity, however, stuck to soda, and when I asked if she was feeling okay, she kept giving me this smile and a look that said I know something you don’t.
We announced to everyone tonight that we’re getting married, and tomorrow I promised we’ll pick up an engagement ring, one that she’ll love and cherish. As soon as we announced it, all the other girlfriends and wives and ol’ ladies started to crowd Charity and talk about what colors the bridesmaids’ dresses will be—what flowers will she choose? How will their hair will be done? Fuck me. I just proposed, and they’ve already pretty much arranged the whole day.
Jasmine’s been great. One night, not long after I got Charity back, Jasmine made the effort to seek me out to talk. I apologized for everything I put her through, and about how I kissed her. I should have known better—she’s not mine, never was, and I was too naive to realize I ever had a chance. We’re friends, good bloody friends, I must add. She was there for Charity when I brought her back, after I went to her folks’ house, and if it wasn’t for her, I’m not sure how we would have gotten through everything. I came clean with Charity, explained what happened between Jasmine and me, and how I had kissed her. Charity didn’t seem that surprised, and when I asked her why, she said she knew there was something there. I asked her if she would have a problem being around her and the club, and she looked at me funny. “Are you crazy? You never had a chance with her—she’s so in love with Quill.” I’d brought her into my arms then and told her I was just as crazy about her. More.
So now that’s all in the past, and I’m so glad I never told Prez about it, because I was an asshole to kiss his wife. Desperate.
“Babe, you comin’ out, or do I have to come and drag you out.”
Finally the bathroom door opens, and there she stands, in small black panties and a black lace bra. My mouth waters at the sight of her and my cock instantly hardens. I sit up as she walks toward me, a cute as fuck smile on her lips. She’s fuckin’ beautiful—long tanned legs, curves, and perfect breasts. Her shiny brown hair falls down her back and her blue eyes gleam with excitement. “What is it, baby?” I ask, unable to hold back a smile.
She continues to walk toward me, and I swing my legs around and plant them on the floor so I’m sitting upright on the bed. She steps between my open thighs, and I run my hands up her silken skin and stop at her waist. Her hands are behind her back, and I look up, my brows drawn together. “What is it, babe?”
She leans down, her hands still behind her back, and kisses me softly… but, the kiss ends too soon when she pulls back and holds one of her hands out to me. “Here, have a look.”
I smile at her then look down at her hand. She’s holding a long white plastic thing that has a clear window in the center of it. I pick it up, look down at it, and notice the word pregnant displayed on the clear part. Pregnant? What the hell? I look up at Charity, confused, but she still has that small smile on her face. “Babe, what’s goin’ on? It says pregnant…. Are you saying that you’re pregnant?” I look back down at the stick, trying to get my head around it all.
“Oh God, you’re not happy,” she says, her voice small and shaky.
I look back up at her, seeing she has tears in her eyes now. “Wait a minute. Babe, are you…? Are you having my baby?”
She nods, the tears now falling down her cheeks. Happiness like nothing I’ve ever felt before fills me and I stand and lift her into my arms, turning her around and around until I’m dizzy. “You’re pregnant?” I say, stopping and looking into her eyes to see her reaction.
“Yes, I’m pregnant, you jerk.”
“Jerk?” I frown. “Why am I a jerk?”
“You scared me when you didn’t get excited. I thought…. I thought… maybe you didn’t want it.”
My heart fills with warmth, and I lower her back to the ground and lift her face to mine. “Look at me, baby. This is the best news that I’ve ever heard in my life. Are you kidding me? I’m gonna be a father! A father to a baby we made together. Are you fuckin’ kidding, I’m ecstatic.”
I lean down and kiss the top of her head. “So, you’re happy, then?” she says softly, her eyes shining with excitement this time.
“You’ve just made me the happiest man on earth.” I lean down and kiss her hard this time, putting all my emotions in that one kiss. I pull back, then give her one last peck. “I love you, Charity.”
“I love you too, Kane.”
The End