Page 27 of Biker's Hostage

I pressed a hand to her lower belly and used my thumb to stimulate her clit as she moved on top of me, riding me hard, grinding her whole weight down on my cock over and over and over again. I felt her lips part slightly against my palm as I played with her swollen nub, the wetness from her slit allowing my thumb to glide across her with ease. I could already feel her starting to tense around me, the muscles of her pussy squeezing around my erection. As if she couldn’t have been any tighter...

I started to move up and into her, fucking her deep, meeting her every time she pushed down. Our bodies were moving in perfect unison with one another, and I could see that need in her eyes, the hazy look as the pleasure got the better of her. I wanted her to be looking at me when she came. I wanted her to look deep into my eyes when she reached her release and connect every orgasm she had here on out to the way I looked at her.

I pushed up into her one last time and held myself there, pressing my thumb down against her clit in the same instant and watched as her body shuddered on top of mine. I could feel the way her pussy clenched around me hard, the vibrations of the moans against my palm telling me everything I needed to know.

And it was that which took me over the edge, the sight of her coming on my cock, the sight of her, unable to hold back, giving herself over to the sheer pleasure that she knew only I would be able to give her. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment as she squeezed around my erection.

“Look at me,” I ordered her, and she forced her eyes open once more, gazing back at me as though she could hardly think straight. I grinned, pulling my hand back from her mouth, and kissed her, still gently toying with her swollen clit as I thrust into her pulsating pussy.

And as soon as our mouths crashed together again, I went over the edge and into my own release. Thrusting deep inside of her, I filled her pussy with my seed, blowing my load deep within in, marking her completely as mine. There was no need to be careful now, what with her being pregnant. We could just have each other exactly as we wanted to.

Because I might not live long enough to see the consequences.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I wasn’t ready for her to go yet, but I knew she had to.

“You should leave,” I breathed in her ear. She grabbed me tightly, clinging to me like she didn’t ever want to let go.

“I... I can’t, Zane...”

“You have to,” I repeated myself, pulling back so I could look her in the eye. “Please, baby. Don’t put yourself in danger. If something happened to you because of me...”

I trailed off. I wasn’t going to finish that. I couldn’t even bear the thought of it. If she got hurt because of me, I would never have been able to forgive myself. It was that simple.

I breathed in the scent of her and prayed it wouldn’t be the last time.

Chapter Nineteen – Chelsea

When I woke the next morning, back in my own bed, it was to the sound of my father in the room next door—and I could tell from the way he was muttering to himself that he was seriously, seriously pissed.

I sprang out of bed as quickly as I could, ignoring the sickening twist of nausea in my stomach. I would have to get used to this morning sickness. It seemed like it was going to be a standard-issue part of my pregnancy, after all, and I didn’t want to let myself make excuses. I hadn’t heard my father that angry in a long time, and I knew—I was sure—what he was so mad about.

And I couldn’t let him go through with it.

When I told Zane about the pregnancy, the way he had reacted, I knew at once I couldn’t do this without him. I wanted him there as part of this journey. I wanted to see the man I knew he could become, the man who hid out underneath all of the bullshit he had been through, the front he tried to put forward.

But if my father killed him, I was never going to get a chance. I didn’t know how, but I had to talk my father out of this revenge he had planned before something terrible happened.

I burst into the living room, and sure enough, I found my father standing there, leather jacket draped over one shoulder—and a gun in the other.

“Where did you get that?” I blurted out. I shouldn’t have been surprised to see him brandishing a weapon like that right there in front of me, but it did shock me to see him holding it. He had always gone out of his way to try and hide this part of his life from me, but clearly, he didn’t feel like he had to any longer.

He didn’t even look up as he loaded it, the bullets gleaming in the morning sunlight.

“I’m dealing with Zane. Once and for all.”

“Dad, please, you have to listen to me,” I pleaded. “Don’t hurt him. He’s learned his lesson. He’s not going to do this again, and—”

His head snapped up, his eyes dark with anger.

“How the hell do you know that?” he demanded. “You keep saying that like you know him!”

“Because I do know him!” I blurted out before I could stop myself. He narrowed his eyes at me, still holding the gun. Even though I knew he would never in a million years have directed it at me, there was still something scary about the way he was hanging on to it.

“What do you mean ‘you know him’?” he asked me, his voice dropping. “You knew him before he took you?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not like that.” Fuck, all of this was such a mess, I didn’t know how to explain it to him. Maybe it would be easiest just to tell him the truth...

But the way he was staring at me, I wouldn’t have trusted him not to take that truth and use it as an excuse to put a bullet in Zane’s head. He seemed so out of control right now. I had never seen him like this—but then, I guessed, nobody had ever threatened me. In all the time he had worked for the Dogs, this was the first time someone had come after me, and maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was so furious about it.

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