Page 48 of Stripping Keys
“Yeah.”
Leaning down, I kiss her and start moving inside her, enjoying the feel of her pussy wrapped around me. There was nothing better than having her take me.
I keep my movements slow. It felt good, and I wasn’t in any hurry. Marla was right where I wanted her.
“You know that question you asked me before?”
“Yes?” she whimpers, struggling to move against me.
“We’re going to have them.”
“We are?”
Grinning down at her, I nod. “Yeah, baby, we’re gonna have them and we’re gonna do it soon. My ring is gonna go on your finger. You’re gonna marry me. And we’re gonna have as many kids as we can have.”
I thought dread might sink in, but it doesn’t. I’m actually looking forward to it.
Dipping my head down, I reclaim her lips and start fucking her as I need to. The idea of knocking her up fills me with anticipation.
Life was gonna be good. Not just for her, but for both of us.
The two of us finally came out of my room in search of food and to see everyone. Mostly, we came out because her parents were here and demanding to see her, according to West, who banged on my door fifteen minutes ago and wouldn’t go away.
I hadn’t been ready to let her up, but I had a lifetime of being able to do all the things I want to do to her.
In the main room of the clubhouse, I spot Marshall, West, Marley, Griz, and Marla’s parents all sitting at a table with Grandma Ryan. She insisted I call her that.
I never had a grandma, and she claimed me as one of her grandkids. Made sense since I intended to marry her granddaughter.
“Park it,” Grandma Ryan snaps, glaring at the two of us as we get to the table.
“What’s going on?” Marla demands, sitting in the chair I pull out for her.
“What’s going on is, I’m not losing my granddaughter to her dumbfoundedness.”
I blink at the older woman.
West snorts.
Marley and Marshall both stare at the woman like she’s grown two heads.
Marla tenses next to me. “I’m not dumbfounded.”
“No, you just do things that can get you killed,” Grandma Ryan snaps and points a finger at Marla’s neck. “I see the bruises.”
“Grandma, it’s fine.” Marley surprises me by coming to Marla’s defense. “It’s over and we’re all safe and sound.”
“You got nothing else to worry about,” Griz grunts.
Michael zeros a look in on Marla, then me. “You let my daughter go into danger.”
“No,” I tell him and drape my arm across the back of Marla’s chair. “I had your daughter’s back while she helped the club.The threat was taken care of with minimal injuries. We didn’t lose anyone else to these bastards, and it’s all because of your daughter’s plan. Thanks to her, Marley and her child are safe, Meadow and hers are safe. The kids are all safe. The ol’ ladies are safe. The club issafe.”
I wasn’t about to let them hurt Marla.
“Dad, you need to calm down,” Marshall says. “We might not like it, but it doesn’t matter. Just be glad it’s over and drop it.”
“Yeah, if I didn’t think Marla’s plan would work, I wouldn’t have helped her,” Marley states, giving her sister a smile.
