Page 34 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

Her hand drops away from my dick offering me a moment of clarity to see Tamiya’s manipulation. This woman constantly takes advantage of thecontrolshe has over me and it is so goddamn frustrating. I take her hand, acting like I’m going to hold it. And then… I squeeze.

“Manipulation, Tamiya? Really?”

“It isnot!”

“Who gives a shit what Ruger does?”

“I care,” she says.

“I don’t. I would much rather take my wife upstairs and make love to her than worry for another second about what my cousin is up to.”

Tamiya tries to pull away from me and take sex off the table now that she realizes that she won’t get what she wants.She most likely smells the beer on my breath too, which takes spontaneous drives off the table. The doctor warned her about driving this late in her pregnancy considering the possibility of going into labor.

She takes that loss of freedom quite personally and blamesmefor “knocking her up”. It takes two to fucking tango, Tamiya.

“He’s a monster. He couldkill her.”

“He won’t.”

“He killed Darlene!” Tamiya hisses. It’s not a secret to her since Wyatt needed her help making sure Ruger’s family issues wouldn’t bite the club in the ass. But even Tamiya admitted he did a terrifyingly good job of getting rid of the evidence. Aside from the reparations Oske demanded for her trailer, he did just fine.

Plus, he has plenty of money since he only buys guns, ammo, and the occasional McDonald’s Big Mac – a family weakness.

“She cheated on him.”

“What if this black woman happens not to be an angel? Did you forget this cousin of yours called me the n-word.”

“He got punished.”

“Gideon. I’m the mother of your child.”

“Exactly why I want to take your sexy ass upstairs,” I whisper. Tamiya looks dismayed that I’m not taking her seriously, but I take the opportunity to kiss her on the lips. She gasps, but kisses back because despite her angry words… my wife loves me. Every inch of me.

Tamiya squeaks a little, but when I put my tongue in her mouth, she yields to me completely, allowing me to kiss her while we stand there with interlaced fingers. I just need to get her on the same page. When we finally pull away from each other, I’m ready to throw this pregnant woman over my shoulders like a sack of potatoes and drag her upstairs for some sexy as fuck pregnancy sex.

She just looks worried again.

“Tamiya…”

“I just want to be sure. I would hate for another black woman to end up missing, Gideon. I know it bothers you but… I’m serious.”

I pull her close to me. I don’t want to get involved with Ruger’s personal business, but now that I’ve had Tamiya’s lips against mine and I know I’m going to get her ass upstairs, I remember that I just want to make her happy.

“I’ll talk to him,” I promise her. “If that doesn’t work, I’ll get Wyatt on the case. He owes you.”

“Okay. Compromise,” she says. “But um… You might have to take your shotguns out of the truck. Somebody put them in there in case we drove out to Ruger’s…”

“Somebody?”

Tamiya gets up on her toes and kisses me. Does she really think I’ll be that easy to distract? I warned her about handling the shotguns while pregnant. She doesn’t have the type of muzzle control (or self-control) for me to feel safe with her touching the guns. Her lips part mine and Tamiya’s tongue slides into my mouth.

My hands slide to her ass and my dick throbs painfully.Fuck.I need her naked. Now. I don’t care what she did wrong, as long as I get to feel that sexy ass bouncing against my dick. It’s so hot making love to her while she’s pregnant.

“Upstairs,” Tamiya whispers. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Okay, baby,” I murmur, forgetting about whatever it was I did wrong. Mind control. I swear, this violent ass woman has mind control over me and I love it. I grab onto her hips and kiss her after she gets a few steps away from me and we kiss our way all the way into the house, shedding layers once we get upstairsand tumbling into bed together, naked and greedy for each other in a way that has only become harder to fight with Tamiya’s pregnancy.

“I love you, baby,”I whisper, peeling her legs apart and preparing to enter her my pregnant wife’s soft, soaked pussy.

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