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I feast on her other breast like I did the first.
In the back of my mind, I think about the shit storm I have brewing with twisted Toby. That asshole knows who I am, whichmeans he possibly knows where I live. I have to keep the front gates to our small community locked. If his men try to enter, me and my brothers will take his men down.
I stand and press Sophie’s back against the cold tile wall. Hooking her legs over my forearms I piston into her pussy at top speed.
“Take this dick, Sophie.”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“Fuck, yes. It’s so good. I can’t stop it.”
“Hold on, Sophie.” My hand curls around her neck, and I work my hips, circling my large cock in her tight pussy, pushing her orgasm over the top.
“Mavis,” she roars at the top of her lungs.
I love how her breasts the size of honeydews, bounce the harder the head of my cock smacks her G-spot.
“This is my fucking pussy,” I say before taking her lips in a ferocious kiss.
My balls tighten, and my cock jerks inside her, unloading all of my cum.
I squeeze her face. “I love you, Sophie. I’ll kill anyone for you.”
Her eyes widen at the truth. “I know.” She breathes out, hooking her arms around my neck.
“If you can’t get the club women to stand down. I’ll have to go on a murdering spree.”
I chuckle. “Listen to my OL’ Lady ready to shed blood.”
“Save that energy for twisted Toby.”
She grins from ear to ear. “I’m so ready.”
I can’t wait for my little captive to become my wife. She’s mine for eternity.
CHAPTER TWELVE
SOPHIE
I can’t drink—not with a baby on the way—but I still like sitting at the bar. I order food, crack open my bottled water laced with prenatal electrolyte powder. Squid doesn’t comment. Karla does. I ignore her. Pretty sure she suspects I’m carrying Ruthless’s baby. She either needs a therapist for her obsession with him… or a new job.
Squid slides a basket of fries in front of me. “I’m heading out with Ruthless. Karla will take good care of you.”
Perfect. Another night with cheerful Karla.
I smile sweetly. “Thanks, Squid.”
Now that things have settled, more bikers actually talk to me instead of pretending I don’t exist.
Ruthless wanted to announce at church that I’m pregnant, but I told him to wait until I’m through the first trimester. Prez and the VP can know—no one else.
A rough, familiar hand slides along my neck. His cologne hits me first, then the warm press of his lips at my temple. “I’m headed out on a run.”
“Be careful.” I tug at his cut and steal a kiss from his lips.
“I will, baby.”
He steps back, gaze locking on Karla.
