Three Months Later

If you would’ve asked me a year ago if this would have been my life, I would’ve laughed in your face. Not like a heehee or a haha. I’m talking about a spit flying from my mouth full on belly laugh of impossible realities kind of laugh. My life solely revolved around the club and my computers. Thinking back in comparison now, it was pretty pathetic. I was a biker with a nerdy side of crazy. I didn’t realize how miserable I was in my fortress of solitude, until Presley.

She has changed my life in more ways than I could have imagined. We had our ups and downs over the last few months, but we’d finally found that sweet spot in our relationship where nothing could stop us. Well, maybe her brother, but he’d finally accepted that I was going to be a part of his family someday. I take a great deal of pleasure knowing that I can torture him with the thought of me marrying in The Sanders’s clan. He pretends to hate the idea, but as long as his sister is happy, he is okay with me deep down. Well, until the day that I fuck up, and then the ass kicking threats will come back with a vengeance. Marriage just wasn’t in our immediate future.

 

One of the many nights that Presley laid in my arms in post-coital bliss, we talked about marriage. It was something that we both wanted down the road, but we agreed that we didn’t have any reason to rush to the alter. We were happy with where we are, and there wasn’t any need to change it.

Finding our own house was the biggest priority. While living in the clubhouse was fine, I wanted a space of our own. A private getaway paradise for the two of us. I had a decent amount of money saved up from my years of bachelorhood, so all we had to do was find the right place.

As I left our bed this morning, I looked down on the woman who would someday bear my last name. Her beauty radiated more and more each day, as she healed her mental wounds. At her insistence, I helped her find a therapist she could talk to that was local, and it seemed to help. I knew that she would one day want to go back to work. She loved to help people, and I wouldn’t stop her from doing it. Helping those who were lost was therapy for both her and the patient. Trust me, she had helped me without even putting me on that little couch and doing sexy things to me. Which ironically enough was the first thing on my to do list, once she did go back to work. A naughty therapist and a horny patient scenario sounded pretty hot, when I thought about it. And I did. A lot.

The club has settled into a peaceful exist with The Zezza’s behind bars. Ratchet kept us all informed about how Ginny was doing, as the court date creeped closer. She was doing well in her new safe house, and she was looking forward to coming back. I checked on Slider as much as I could. He was doing okay in prison, something that I had made sure of personally. It was the least I could do for what he did for me. When his case came to court last month, I put the real hacking skills to work. The look on Agent Martinez’s face, when I e-mailed him copies of the videos I had found featuring Agent Billings and a few female co-stars in a little film called “Agent Hung: Sorority Sluts” had to have been priceless. I was sad that I couldn’t see it in person. Slider’s deal of five years in maximum-security prison soon fell to one year in a minimum-security facility with the possibility of early parole in six months for good behavior. As soon as his sentence ended, I would be throwing him the biggest fucking patch party in the history of our club. His act of sacrifice earned him that honor and then some.

After a quick run of the upcoming security jobs at Church, I slipped back to our room only to find Presley already out of bed. I rip off my cut and t-shirt along with my boots, before hopping back into bed. If I played my cards right, and I usually did, I would be dragging her sexy ass right back into bed with me.

I must have dozed off because, when my eyes open again I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Presley is wrapped from head to toe in a black spandex cat suit. It hugs her curves like a fucking second skin. My dick jerks with approval.

Is this real? Am I dreaming this? Please let this be real.

“Do you like it?” she coyly asks, knowing what my fucking answer will be.

“Meh, it’s alright,” I tease her back.

She walks towards me. Each and every movement in that outfit makes my cock grow harder. This woman is going to be the death of me, and she fucking knows it. She slinks over to my side of the bed, turning and putting her ass on display. I consider reaching out and taking a bite out of it, but she turns too quickly to put my plan into action.

“Are you wanting to dominate, babe? Because if you are, I will gladly submit to anything you have in mind, as long as you have that outfit on.”

“Not exactly,” she declares, sliding one of her legs over my hips followed by the other. She centers her core over the top of my groin, making sure she brushes against me. Tease. My woman is a fucking cock tease, and I love it. Her ass cheeks grind into my groin, as she gyrates above me.

“Taking a page out of American Horror Story then?”

“Wrong again,” she smiles. “Think a little harder.”

“Hmmm.”

Her hand slides to the zipper at her neck. The sound of the zipper sliding down draws my attention directly to her chest. She grins, knowing how much watching her take charge turns me on. The leather gives way, exposing the edges of her perfect, pulp breasts that bounce as she pulls the zipper down just below her sternum. No bra. Would I find no panties too, if she unzips even more? I sure fucking hope so because if she keeps this up, I will be blowing my load in about half a second. Her dressed up as my favorite female superhero is beyond my wildest dreams, and believe me, my dreams are pretty fucking wild.

“Any more ideas?”

“Oh, I have plenty of those,” I laugh as I roll my hips, taking her with me. She settles beneath me like a perfect fit. My finger traces a winding path down the front of her exposed chest. Goosebumps begin to pop up all over her skin.

I lay a kiss on her mouth, before moving down her neck and between her breasts. She moans, as I shove over the sides of her top, and place my mouth around a pink nipple that is already hard for me. My tongue runs circles around it, before I switch to the other.

“You still haven’t figure it out yet,” she moans.

“So demanding Agent Romanov,” I utter, with her nipple still inside of my mouth.

I can feel her smile beaming down on me, as I finally tell her the real answer to her question. I move to her other nipple, sucking it into my mouth as my hand finds the zipper, pulling it down her belly even farther, stopping just above her pussy on purpose.

“Do you like dressing up for me?”

“Yes,” she giggles.

My hand slips below her navel and against her clean-shaven pussy that is already wet with arousal.

“So wet for me already.”

I slide a finger into her core, and she writhes underneath me. Her body responds to my touch instantly. She’s been thinking about this because her body is ready and willing without much foreplay. Maybe later I will ask her more about this idea, because I have a few costume additions that I would love to see in rotation with this one. Her back arches, as I slip a finger inside. She grinds her clit against my hand, seeking her orgasm far too quickly.

“Who’s being greedy now?”

“Me,” she moans. “Just keep touching me like that.”

I remove my hand and she gasps, throwing me a very serious glare of disapproval. I grin back in response.

“As much as I love seeing you dressed like this, it’s gotta go. I have plans for this body, and the leather is in the way.”

She shimmies out of the sleeves of her top, pushing them down to her hips, as I continue to unzip her. I slide down to the edge of the bed. She lifts her legs wrapped in black-heeled boots, and puts the stiletto heel into my shoulder. I lean forward, trailing kissing down the warm leather and gripping the zipper for them in my teeth. I give it a tug, and pull it down to her ankle.

Presley watches me with hooded eyes with her teeth firmly planted over her bottom lip.

Her boot falls free from her leg. I toss is over my shoulder, and it lands with a heavy thud somewhere in the room. I repeat the action on the other foot. The second boot joins the first, and my attention shifts to the cat suit.

I finger the edge of the suit at her hips, slipping it over them and sliding them down her legs. Presley lays completely exposed to me with her legs slightly parted. Her pussy glistens with arousal, and she looks delicious enough to eat.

I wet my lips with my tongue and position myself between her legs. She opens wider, inviting me to taste her. My tongue finds her sweet bud and goes to work. She squeezes my head between her thighs, as her release begins to blossom, under my tongue. While I could let her come with my face shoved into her, fucking her with my mouth, I decide against it.

“What the fuck?” she rebukes the removal of my mouth. “Why did you stop?”

“Because my cock will own your orgasm today.”

 

A flash of excitement crosses her eyes.

Her arousal covers my lips, and I lick away the sweet taste of her, taking it into my mouth. She’s the sweetest fucking thing on this planet. There is nothing to compare to the way she tastes. She’s sweet, savory, and all fucking mine.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I gruffly demand.

She rolls onto her side. Her ass pops up almost immediately. She wants this as badly as I do.

I sidle up behind her, positioning my aching cock at her entrance, before sliding inside with ease. Her walls constrict around me, as I push my way inside of her. She spreads her legs further apart, as she adjusts to my length. Her pussy is so fucking tight. If I didn’t have better control, I’d be gone in just a few thrusts with the vice-grip around my cock, while it’s buried inside of her.

“Fuck me, Beau,” she begs. “I’m so close already.”

“Not yet,” I demand. “I want more of you.”

My hips grind into her tight pussy from behind, twisting with every thrust. She locks her feet around my knees, drawing me closer. My hands fall to her hips, pulling her against me harder, as I deepen my thrusts. A scream falls from her mouth.

“Holy shit!”

Normally, I would care about my brother’s being able to hear us, but today is not one of those days. Fucking her perfect pussy, until she comes for me, is the only thing on my mind. Her pleasure then mine. She will always come first in more ways than one.

“I’m close, baby,” I tell her, as the brink of my orgasm lingers just below the surface waiting to break free. One of my hands slides from her waist, finding her breast. I cup it with my finger twirling her nipple between my thumb and index finger.

Presley tries to issue me another demand, but her ability to think is slipping away. Her breathy gasps take over. Fucking her senseless will be my goal from now on. If she can form words by the time she comes, then I didn’t do my job well enough.

Life goals and shit.

The friction of her tight pussy and fucking her from behind hits that sweet spot of intensity. It’s the one slight movement that sets my world on fire. My orgasm hits hard. Rocketing my come inside of her, as my head falls back. Her pussy milks my cock, drawing every last drop out of me, when her release thunders after mine. We both fall over in a heap of tangled limbs and heaving chests. We lie there for a few minutes, before I hook an arm around her stomach and pull her against my front. She scoots her ass against my groin. My cock takes notice, but I try to hush him back to submission for a few minutes.

“You’re so beautiful just after you come, baby,” I whisper against her ear. “I’m a fucking lucky man to have you in my life.”

She giggles.

“Just me?” she asks.

 

Why does this sound like a trick question? Is Ashton Kutcher about to pop out of the closet with a camera screw on the new sex version of Punked?

I wonder if my ass would look good at this angle. Not the time to squirrel, brain. Pay attention.

 

“Uh, yeah. Who else would else would I be talking about?”

“How would you feel about sharing me?”

What the fuck? It’s only been a few months, and she’s already thinking about making this two-some include more people. I don’t fucking think so. I raise up on my elbows, pulling her onto her back and looking down at her.

“I’m not sharing shit. You’re mine,” I growl. “And I’m yours.”

“Easy killer,” she teases. “It’s just that it will be a bit problematic is all.”

“Explain, woman,” I demand. “My blood is still in my dick, and my brain is not exactly following where you are going with this.”

“It’s just that in a few months it won’t just be the two of us.”

I freeze. Did she? Are we? Oh shit.

“I’m pregnant.”

“But I thought? The shot. Oh god,” I stutter.

“It’s not one-hundred percent effective, and with everything that has happened, well, it failed.”

I think about it for a second, before I open my mouth again. This beautiful woman has been through hell and back, and now she’s about to give me the greatest gift a man can get. A child. A Robin to my Batman. How could I not be happy about this? I pull her lips to mine, and kiss her one last time. She cries happy tears, and I cry with her. There’s only one problem with this joyous news.

 

Her brother.

And that ladies and gentlemen is how I’m going to die. Because as soon as Raze finds out, it’s Duck Hunt Voodoo all over again.

Send help and ice.