Page 31 of Biker's Hostage

“But it’s true. I was an asshole. I came after you like you and your Dogs owed me something when you didn’t. Whatever shit my brother got into... he knew what he was signing up for. And working with Lombardi, I had some idea of what he was doing. He didn’t need someone to come and take revenge for him, I know that much.”

He hesitated a moment before he went on.

“And I let everything that’s happened to me be an excuse to act like a dick,” he confessed. “I didn’t want to let anyone in, not after everything I’ve been through. Because I was so sure that anyone I let close to me would let me down just the same way my parents had, just the way my brother left me behind... They were all addicted, my parents to the booze, my brother to the power and the money. They put that before me. I figured everyone would, given the chance.”

“I won’t,” I whispered, a sincere promise that I hoped he would be able to trust in time. It broke my heart, hearing everything that he had been through, but the best I could do was assure him he would never face the same thing from me.

“No, that’s not how this works,” he corrected me at once. “I don’t want you to just promise it like that. I want to earn it. I know I have to. I can’t let what happened to me when I grew up dictate the person I am now. I can’t let it get to me like that. And I can’t let...”

He took a deep breath, gathering himself before he went on.

“And I can’t let our baby deal with a father who’s still hung up on his own childhood.” He slid his hand to my belly and let it rest there for a moment. I swear, it might have been the hormones, but I could have cried hearing those words come out of his mouth. I might not have known him for long, but hearing this change in him already, hearing the work he was willing to put in to become the man I needed him to be... it meant the world to me. More than the world. I couldn’t even begin to put into words how precious that promise was to me.

“Anything you need to work through it,” I whispered, “I’ll be here. I promise.”

He kissed me then, slowly and softly for the first time since we met, not rushing because we were limited on time. I put my arms around him, pulling him in close, and pushed the door shut, giving us the privacy we needed.

He lifted me from the ground, pressing me back against the door, pinning me there as he kissed me again. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling so safe in his strong arms. I knew this was where I belonged, where I had always belonged. I might not have known it when we first met—in the chaos of the kidnap—but this man had come into my life and changed everything. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

He groaned against my mouth, and I felt a flood of tingles rush down from my lips to pool between my thighs, wetness leaking from my slit. God, I was such a hormonal mess. I wasn’t going to be able to get enough of him over the course of this pregnancy. He just turned me on way too much.

He trailed his lips down to my chin, then across my neck, rolling my skirt up over my hips and glancing down at the puff of pubic hair above my panties. He grinned, his thick bulge already visible through his pants.

“Do you have any idea how hot you are to me?” he breathed against my mouth as he tucked one arm beneath my ass to keep me upright and reached down to his zipper, my back pressed to the door. I just moaned against his lips, hardly able to get a word out. As he drew his cock into his hand, the sight of his hardness, of that thick mushroom tip just aching to be inside of me, sent a shock of need through my system.

“No, but you can show me, if you want,” I teased back. He grinned, baring his teeth against my lip as he pulled my panties to the side, exposing my swollen, soaked lips. I watched as he fed his cock into me slowly, his length vanishing inside of me as he took me all over again. I would never get used to the way he felt when he was fucking me, how good it was to feel his erection sliding deep inside my slit. It was like the two of us had been made to match together like this, two pieces of a whole coming together at last.

He pushed me hard back against the door as he began to fuck me properly, driving himself deep into me, his eyes fixed on mine, taking in every detail of the pleasure I couldn’t hide, every inch of it written all over my face. I couldn’t get enough of him. I couldn’t even come close. It felt like my entire system was aching for his closeness, the pleasure throbbing out from my pussy to consume every part of my nervous system. The tips of my fingers tingled as I brushed them through the scrub of hair on his head, our breath mingling as his mouth caressed mine once more.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned to me, his voice hitching at the back of his throat as he drove himself into me, over and over again. I couldn’t find the words to tell him how good he felt, too. I hoped he could tell, just by looking at me, how intense the pleasure was as he took me, how badly I needed this. It was more than a want. It was a need, something rising from deep down inside of me, something wild and uncontrollable.

I slid my hands down to his cheeks, drawing his face up so that he was staring me dead in the eye. Oh, the look on his face. I wanted to burn it into my memory forever, the way he looked at me like he wanted me, more than just physically, like he wanted to consume every part of me and make me his forever, like he wanted to make sure there was no more room for anything between us any longer. Like he could see, at last, that we were meant for this, meant for each other...

It was that shock of intimacy between us that finally pushed me up and over the edge into my release, the orgasm tearing through me suddenly, rocking through my entire system. I cried out, hardly able to care if the whole neighborhood heard me. Hell, maybe I wanted them to, maybe I wanted them to know how I was giving myself to him, that I would never let anyone else touch me, not when I knew how perfect it was to be with this man.

“Fuck,” he growled, kissing me hard, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as my pussy clenched around his cock. I was shivering helplessly as he held me up, clinging to him for dear life, hanging on to him like it was the only thing keeping me pinned to earth and letting go might send be drifting off into the atmosphere.

A few moments later, I felt him reach his own release inside of me, driving himself deep one last time, plunging all the way to the hilt into my pussy. His cock spasmed, and I felt him paint me with his seed. That feeling of closeness was unlike anything I had experienced with any other man I had been with, and knowing that it was the same thing that had allowed us to bring our baby into the world, it was almost enough to bring a wash of emotional tears to my eyes.

He brushed his lips against mine one more time, then pulled back, his eyes fixed on mine. He allowed me to plant my feet on the floor, and I nearly tumbled over. My legs were still so shaky from the orgasm he had just given me, I knew it would be a while before I could stand upright again.

“Holy hell,” I laughed as he caught me, grinning.

“You okay?”

I nodded. “More than okay.” I looped my arms around him, resting my elbows on his shoulders and beaming. “I’m perfect.”

And, for once, I meant it. I had him, this man who I knew wanted nothing more than to prove himself to me. And I wouldn’t have changed a damn thing about this moment.

Or any of the moments that I knew were yet to come.

Chapter Twenty-Two – Zane

I stared at myself in the mirror as Chelsea shaved my head, fussing over my scalp like it was the most important thing in the world. I could tell, though, that it was just a distraction from what was really going on in her head—the evening that lay ahead of us and how much weight sat on both of our shoulders as a result.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her as she wiped away the last of the shaving foam from my head. It had become a ritual of ours, her shaving my head like this for me once a week, but I couldn’t help but notice that today her hands were a little shaky.

“I’m fine,” she replied, trying to keep her voice as bright as possible. She didn’t want me worrying, and I got that. She was stressed at the thought of what we were going to do tonight, but the last thing she needed was for me to think she was stressed. I wished I could tell her that she could just be honest with me, but I knew when it came to matters of her father, she wasn’t going to be able to let go so easily.

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