Page 49 of Unruly Defender
– GRACY –
Athird.I can’t believeI’m staring at another stick with lines.Henley is going to be thrilled while I need to blink a few times to process the fact I’m pregnant for the third time.Growing up I was an only child, Henley too.Ever since I became aware I have a brother, we’ve grown close and I have to admit, our bond is special.
Clemente was overly excited when he heard he was going to be an uncle.It’s where Henley is dropping our two sons off now for a day of being spoiled by my side of the family.Our oldest son, William—named after Henley’s father—is six years old.Our youngest, Lucas, is four.Well, I guess he’s not our youngest anymore because the tiny life of eight weeks old has claimed that title.
To think today is our anniversary.Seven years ago, he asked me to marry him just a few weeks after we met.Some might have thought it would have never last but we knew our connection was deep and real.
We didn’t even need a lot of time in between and had a small wedding at the clubhouse with all the bikers.Henley’s mother was there, Travis, my father, Clemente and his wife.And Henley’s friends, Chance Roman and Flora Elroy.Though they have become my friends too over the years and we frequently visit each other.
My hand lets go of the stick I just peed on and I wash my hands while staring at my reflection in the mirror.Maybe this time it will be a girl.Maybe another boy to add to the soccer team Henley has in mind.I’m not kidding, the man wants a truckload of kids but as we mentioned in the weeks we started our life together...one thing at a time.Which translates now to one kid at a time.
I head downstairs and mentally check what I have to eat in this house.When we found out I was pregnant, Henley wanted to add to his mother’s bungalow.We all loved the idea and he talked it through with the architect of Maggie’s construction company and together with Yates they made a plan and set things in motion.
Henley added a few spare bedrooms along with a special bedroom downstairs with an extended bathroom for Maggie.She’s not getting any younger, though the way she enjoys spending time with her grandkids says otherwise, because she can entertain them for hours.This little fact makes me question where she gets the energy from since some days, I’m completely exhausted.
Between running the estate and the kids, there’s little time to put my feet up and do nothing.But I guess when I find the time to sit on the patio with a kid on each side while Henley is sitting next to me, Maggie on the other side and Finn sleeping at our feet...it makes everything worthwhile.
And when you think of the extra special moments where we all sit and stare at how the sun kisses the water goodnight as we cuddle our kids close.Who dares to complain about hard work while you get so much in return for the life you live?
There’s a balance in our life where we all reap the benefits.The construction company is still in Maggie’s name while Henley and Yates are the ones who run it.The estate is in Henley’s name though I’m the one running it most days while Travis, and all the other personnel do their part too.
The MC is where we spend a lot of time and like I said, there’s a balance.Henley and I have our date night once a week where we most times end up in the clubhouse relaxing with the guys while they enjoy a beer and serve me wine.We have careless chitchat and I’m thankful we haven’t run into any dangerous things our life together started out with.
Though, I have a feeling it also has something to do with my father and Clemente.Those two might have thrown out a memo that stated “Touch her and die” because even Yates has mentioned it to Henley how smooth sailing these years have been compared to all the previous years they were in this MC.
I glance at the list of groceries I need to pick up and smile at the little doodles on the bottom.I’m pretty sure Lucas added something for himself on the list and it warms my heart when the memory hits me of my mother.I used to do the same thing...add stuff like cookies and chocolate.
I can feel a tear slide down my face but it’s not the sadness that overtakes me, it’s the loving memory I keep alive because she touched my life in ways she’ll always be connected with me.If only she could see me now.Also a mother and yet again my belly is filled with the promise of new life.
“You’re crying?”Henley grunts as he stalks into the kitchen, his hands cupping my face the next instant.“Why?”he demands while his thumbs brush away the wetness on my cheeks.
“Lucas added to my grocery list and it made me think of my mother...sweet memories,” I croak.
“Her blood is running through you, and through our kids, she’s still here with us, darlin’,” he murmurs and pulls me against his comforting chest.
“I know,” I whisper and wrap my hands around his waist.“I’m just a bit emotional with all those pregnancy hormones running through me.”
His whole body goes tight for a second before I’m being ripped away from his body.Two strong hands are holding me at arm’s length to allow him to lean in and press his nose to mine.“Did you just...are you saying?Pregnant?”
His eyes hold all the love I have for this man as I give him what he’s desperately wanting to hear.“Yes, Henley, you’ve managed to knock me up again.”
“Fuck, yes,” he bellows and hoists me up against his body and starts to spin me around.
He lets me slide down and takes my mouth in a ravishing kiss.His tongue dominates mine as my hands slide into his hair, my nails teasing his scalp to egg him on.Henley grabs my ass and places me on the counter, mindlessly shoving up my summer dress until his hands still on the garter belt I’m wearing.
I know he’s obsessed with them, even more than I am so it feeds both our addictions and I have a drawer in the bedroom that’s overflowing with sexy lingerie.Ever since Henley came into my life the meaning of wearing lace shifted from putting it on to make me feel good to making both of us feel good.
During the day it breaks our everyday life when he runs a hand down my hip in an effort to find out what I’m wearing underneath.Boy shorts, thong, or garters like now?Though the last one I always save for special occasions, to really spice things up.
He steps away and gently slides the dress up to see what’s underneath.His sharp intake of breath indicates he’s loving the new deep red set I bought the other day.Gripping the hem of my dress, I rip it off over my head and let if fall onto the kitchen floor.
The way Henley looks at me—like a starving man with a dinner table filled with delicious food right in front of him—is all consuming.He gently pushes me back by my shoulders and grabs my legs to pull me slightly forward and with it put my ass and pussy on the ledge as he bends down to place his head between my legs.
His nose trails a path over my pussy as he inhales deep.A low approving growl rips from his chest and is making my heart skip a beat.I know what’s coming and I’m biting my bottom lip in anticipation.
My thong is ripped to shreds right before his tongue slides through the lips of my pussy.I want to watch so bad but the pleasure is making my head tip back while a low moan escapes me.This is what my man does to me, an instant connection where we’re both consumed with the pleasure we create and share together.
His teeth graze my clit and I know my orgasm is hovering at the surface.Slow and lazy licks turn to a frenzy soon enough as he shakes his head roughly as if he’s devouring my pussy completely.The extra stimulation of his scruff and the way he’s sucking my clit is too much of a sensatory overload and I gladly surrender to the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
