Page 74 of Biker's Collar: Property of Scrap

“I would rather die than hurt you,” Owen says. Then he leans over the center console and we kiss until our lips hurt. It’s the type of makeout session I would have sworn that I was too damn old for.

But I like feeling young again. It’s a pleasant, blissful feeling. I drag Owen inside and we barely have our shoes off before I start stripping his clothes off. I start with his shirt because his upper body is fucking crazy and I want to touch every inch of those rippling upper body muscles.

Owen likes it when I put my hands all over him, so he eagerly helps shed the shirt. Once it drops down in the hallway, the rest of his body turns me into a gushing mess. His pants hug his equally muscular legs and I just want to take every last article of clothing off him.

When I grab Owen’s belt, I can see his bulge pressing through, eager for escape. Bedroom. We have to make it to the bedroom. I move the leather through the loop and once I have him unbuckled, Owen grabs my cheeks, snapping me out of the moment and forcing me to make eye contact with him.

“I need to get you pregnant,” he says. “Now.”

I give Owen a look that asks him if he’s crazy and he gives me a ridiculously confident smirk. He’s serious. Owen damn near tackles me and we kiss each other hungrily as we stumble to our bedroom. Owen uses the collar around my neck to guide me to the bed before we fall in together, kissing and rolling around until we’re both naked.

Owen’s dick is pressed into my thigh and so fucking hard that it feels like his dick is going to break. He makes those low groans of pleasure in the back of his throat that I find so damn sexy. I love that he wants me so fucking bad, I won’t lie. Owen’s body is so fucking warm that I wish I could use him as a blanket. His fingers tickle the tops of my thighs and I spread them apart to allow him access to my wetness.

Pushing my hips forward, begging him to touch me with slow undulations as Owen teases every inch of my flesh except the place where I want to feel him. He knows what he’s doing, but I don’t know how the hell he can endure this torture.

Luckily for me, he doesn’t last long. Owen forces a moan out of me by parting my lower lips and spreading my slickness open just to feel me. He touches and teases my pussy, making me feel so good that maybe I do want a baby. His fingers are almost changing my mind.

Owen has to shift to grab hold of his dick and press the head against my entrance. I wriggle and squirm beneath him as he slides the head over my lips and then I freeze once he pushes in. Any movement could make taking Owen’s thick cock painful.

We both moan together as Owen slides into me with one stroke. He’s never done this before and it feels both amazing and painful at the same time. Owen looks so red, I swear he’s going to burst. But once he’s there and once we both catch our breath… he feels so good.

He moves his hips slowly and we make romantic eye contact with each other as he moves. Possessive. Exciting. So damndelicious. My inner walls throb with pleasure as Owen takes me slow and deep. He kisses my neck with each romantic thrust and I already feel the pressure inside me pushing me over the edge of orgasm.

“Cum for me baby,” Owen whispers, nibbling on my neck as he thrusts into me deeply. It’s too much. I run my fingers over his strong, muscular back and when my hands get to his ass, I pull him inside me deeper and allow myself to enjoy his big dick buried all the way inside me.

Yes.This is what I need. I cum hard once I have Owen that deep inside me and he sucks on my neck while I cum, making it harder to catch my breath and intensifying the pleasureeverywhere.Owen thrusts into me harder, moving his pace quicker as he gets closer to his own climax.

I stroke his back, kiss his arms and appreciate his strong, manly body as he puts a baby in me. When he groans, I grab his ass again and pull him inside medeep.Owen’s gigantic dick throbs between my legs and I feel the heat gushing from the head of his dick, painting my walls. It feels so fucking good that I moan and nearly cum again…

I can feel his cum all over my inner walls and he feels so good…

“I love you,” I whisper, pulling Owen closer to me. I’m not ready for us to separate yet.

“I love you too, Vickie,” he whispers. “Queen of Las Vegas…”

Thirty-Two

Ruger Blackwood “Bucky”

2 days before Tanner & Quin’s Arrival At Oske’s Trailer…

I’m a humane executioner. When I wasn’t pushing Darlene around for answers, I did lines of cocaine and studied everything I needed to know about the human body for the procedure. Getting shot means I’ll have a harder time with the dirty job I have to do, but the further along Darlene gets in her pregnancy, the harder it is for her to do much of anything. I give her just enough calories to keep the baby alive. Just enough exercise. Just enough of everything.

I haven’t hit her in weeks. It’s the third trimester. The most important one. The closer she gets to the end of her life, the stranger my feelings get about the whole situation. I tried praying about it, but Jesus doesn’t want to listen to a madman’s murder plot. He has his hands held over his ears.

And I’m alone again. Doc is dead. The man I thought would be with me until I got shot and died doing something for the club.But here I am. Still alive despite everything and responsible for another life.

Not Darlene’s life. The life inside her.

The baby I’m going to cut out of her.

A little boy.

I start Darlene’s day by dragging a TV into her prison and letting her watch five episodes of Grey’s Anatomy back to back. She likes the plotline where Maggie found out she has a twin cousin and killed her in the course of the same episode. Insane. I don’t like all the hollering on that show. Makes me nervous. I smoke on and off while she watches TV and do a little coke when I feel myself nodding off.

I can sleep once the baby is born. When I bring ice cream for breakfast, Darlene gets suspicious.

“Why are you bringing me my favorite food and letting me watch TV?” Darlene says, looking up at me from beneath tortured blue eyes. I beat the fucking life out of her. Each time I look in her eyes, I try to make myself give a fuck… but I don’t. She doesn’t seem human to me anymore.

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