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Mom–We’re having lots of fun.
Me–Thanks, Mom. Do you think you can keep her for a few more hours?
Mom–Of course. Have fun with Thea.
“Everything okay?” Thea asks.
“It’s all good, baby,” I assure her, tilting her chin up. I check her helmet is secured. Satisfied that it is, I swing a leg over my sled and start her up before holding out my hand to help Thea on. When she settles in, wrapping her arms around me, contentment fills me. Wrapping my hands around the back of her knees, I tug her closer until she’s sitting flush against my back. I hate that our leathers are in the way and I can’t feel her breast cushioned against my back. But safety first.
We enter the light traffic going through the village, and I take note of all the businesses that have the Crow MC emblem. But the most important one that I want to speak to the brothers about is the one we pass as we ride past Crow Manor, then Molly’s brewery: the children’s nursery. It would be good to plan ahead. We have the land; it was just to decide where to put it. Shea would need something soon. She was getting bigger and more mobile. And while Thea usually kept her with her while she worked, it would get to the stage where it wouldn’t be fair to either of them. Plus, Iwas hoping my brothers would find their own women and grow families. We’d be needing somewhere safe for our children then. Given the work we’d be involved in, it would be safer to keep our families close and secure on our property.
I was so caught up in my thoughts and plans for the future that the ride seemed to fly by. The signs for the cidery and roadhouse were just up ahead. Indicating for the turn towards the clubhouse, anticipation thrummed through me at the thought of getting Thea alone in our home for the next few hours.
Slowing my sled down as I drive past the clubhouse, waving at the few brothers who are milling outside, past the brothers’ homes until I get to our house and stop just outside our front door. I help Thea off and then walk my sled into the garage. Thea’s already in the house by the time I have parked and gotten off my sled. Walking in, I close the door and chuck my riding jacket, which has our logo on the back, and hang it up, leaving my cut on for now. I go to add my helmet to the shelf that I’d added for this purpose above the coat rack, and my lips kick up in satisfaction at seeing Thea’s already sitting on it. Removing my boots, I place them on the rack under our jackets. I love seeing our boots and jackets next to each other, further cementingthe possessive need that I’ve developed for my wife.
‘Mhh, seems I’m more possessive than I thought I was,’I muse silently to myself, or maybe it was only Thea who brought this out in me. I’d never felt this level of possessiveness, ever. Although my last serious relationship had been in high school, so who knew? Or maybe I was more my father’s son than I’d realised. Whatever it was, I needed to make her completely mine, and that was going to happen in the next few hours if I had my say about it. Although with the way Thea responded to me, I don’t think she’d mind. With that thought in mind, I prowled towards the kitchen, where I knew I’d find her. It’s where she gravitated every time we got home.
‘And I was right,’I think as I walk through the archway. My dick jumps behind my zipper, and my fist goes to my mouth as I bite on it to stop a groan escaping when I find her bent over unpacking the dishwasher. Her luscious ass in the air giving me all sorts of dirty thoughts.
She stands up and closes the door of the dishwasher, turning towards me with a smile.
It hits me in the gut how beautiful she is. How I’d ever thought her plain was beyond me. I’d been a fucking idiot a few days ago. Stalking towards Thea, wide brown eyes widening insurprise the closer I get to her. Not giving her time to react or worry about how heavy she is, I go low and scoop her over my shoulder before turning and hustling towards our bedroom.
Thea laughs, spluttering, “What the feck, Coal? Put me down. I’m too big for you to carry like this.”
“Hush, woman,” I lightly tap her ass, “And stop saying you’re too heavy. I push weights heavier than you.”
Walking into our bedroom, I slide Thea off my shoulder and down my body. Her breath hitches when she slides past my cock. She’s left in no doubt that I want her and want her badly. My cock’s so hard that if I don’t find relief soon, I’m going to explode.
“Oh,” she whispers, looking up at me with wide eyes. “No more waiting?”
“No more waiting, baby. Shea is being spoilt by my family for the rest of the day, and you are all mine. Now do me a favour and strip because I’m not sure I can wait much longer to have you under me.”
Thea blows out a breath. I’ve come to know my woman over the last few days and can tell she’s nervous.
Gripping her chin, I tilt her head up. “Talk to me.What’s got you nervous?”
She nibbles at her lip before answering, “I’m not built like most women, and I’ve had a baby. I’ve got stretch marks that aren’t pretty. And you,” she waves her hand up and down my body, “you’re perfect.”
Growling at her words, I hated the way she thought of her body. I was going to make her love her body if it was the last thing I did.
“Thea, I need you to listen to me and hear me.” Only when I’m sure that she’s paying attention do I continue, “You may not be built like most women, but you are my woman. And you are the only one that has ever caught and held my interest. I’m not sure why you don’t love your body, but baby, I’ll work every day to break you of those thoughts because to me, you are perfect. I’ve never wanted a stick-thin woman. I’m a big guy. We fit perfectly together, and I find you hotter than hell, as if my cock hasn’t made that clear. As for your stretch marks, I’m going to love them because they came from carrying Shea, and if I have any say in the matter, we’ll be adding to them with our next baby, and I’ll love them just as much.”
“Oh, Coal.” Her eyes shimmer slightly with emotion. “I’m not sure how you were thrown in my path, but I’m so glad you were. I’ll try to dobetter about loving my body.”
Bending, I press my lips to hers for a second, “That’s good, baby, now strip, because I need to see what’s mine.”
Thea bends and removes her socks, then stands back up. She hesitates a little before she unbuckles her jeans. My eyes never leave hers. With a shaky breath, she pushes them off her hips and down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Licking my lips, I break our stare and let my gaze travel down her body to her feet. I smile when I see her toes painted a deep turquoise colour. Tracking back up her legs, I note her muscled, shapely calves, up past her thick thighs to her wide hips. Heat floods through me when I catch sight of the turquoise lace covering her mound. Seems my lady has a thing for bright colours. Who’d have guessed, especially when all her clothes seem to be variations of black or dark grey. When I note how her hands are white-knuckling her shirt, I lift my head from studying her body and back to her face. Anticipation hums through me when I order, “Remove the shirt, baby.”
Thea swallows and begins to lift her shirt. It’s the most agonizingly slow and yet most erotic strip tease I’ve ever watched. She raises the hem an inch at a time until I catch a glimpse of her flat, snow-white belly that, yes, has a few fadedsilver stretch marks from carrying Shea, but not as many as I’d expected from the way she spoke. As I suspected, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. Someone had fucked with her head.
Was she larger framed? Fuck yes, she was, but as far as I was concerned, that was perfect for me. It meant I didn’t have to worry about breaking her when it came to hard fucking. Although the thought of making slow love to Thea was what I had planned for today. I wanted to take my time and run my lips over every inch of her body until she was in no doubt about how much I desired and wanted her. I was hard-pressed not to take over as she lifts her shirt past her breasts. And what an amazing pair they are, encased in the same turquoise lace as her panties. They’re large, larger than I’d expected. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her any longer and, as she draws her shirt over her head, I reach out and cup her breasts, weighing them in my palms, a low rumble leaving me as they overflowed my hands.
“Fucking perfect, baby,” I mutter, running my thumb over her nipples that peak with each stroke.
Thea lets out a shaky breath, lifting my gaze from her breasts as they rise at the action. Just in time to catch her tongue sliding over her lips, wetting them. A guttural groan leaves me at theaction. Gathering her close, I follow her action by running my tongue along the same path that her tongue had taken. Deepening the kiss, wrapping my arms around her, I hold her close. As close as we can get. I my hands run down her sides to her hips, then down to the globes of her ass. The ass that I know she hates because she covers it up, but I adore. What’s not to love about it? Kneading the lush globes, I rub my hard cock against her belly, loving that she’s not that much shorter than me. I can kiss her with ease.
I ease her back towards our bed until her knees hit it, and I lower her down inch by inch, hating that I’m losing the full contact of her body touching mine. When she’s lying flat on the bed, only then do I take my mouth from hers and run it down her throat, across her chest until I get to her breasts.
