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Her eyes shine, the tension fading entirely from her expression.
“I love you,” she whispers, as she cups my face gently in her hands, pulling me closer again. When her lips find mine, warmth spreads through me, making my cock hard for her. Being with her like this, close and vulnerable, fills me with certainty that Tessa is everything I’ve always needed, and exactly who I was meant to be with.
I eagerly remove her clothing, leaving kisses, playful nips that I know she loves, along with licks to soothe the sting away on each bit of exposed skin as I go. She moans, her skin warming beneath my touch, her breath hitches slightly with every teasing touch.
Tessa’s hands move to my cut, carefully sliding it off my shoulders. Her soft touches always stir deep, powerful emotions in my chest. She places it aside before continuing to undress me with quiet, purposeful movements. I never knew that men could feel cherished before I met Tessa—not big, rough bikers anyway. But that’s the closest word that describes how moments like this make me feel.
Settling beside her, I softly trail my fingers across her belly, gently tracing the curves and contours. Leaning closer, I press tender kisses against her skin. My cock is rock hard, but I won’t rush her—not for anything. I want her wet, willing, and aching for me by the time I’m inside her.
Foreplay always begins with me licking at least one orgasm out of her. She’s come to expect it, and I don’t ever disappoint her. Truth be told, I need her taste on my tongue.
I kiss my way down her body, stopping to enjoy the breasts that will soon be off-limits to me while she’s breastfeeding our son. I’m a patient man. She can’t breastfeed forever, I console myself.
Her scent overwhelms me, making it difficult to go at a leisurely pace. It’s the same every time my mouth is on her—I act like a starving animal that’s never tasted good pussy before. I make long sweeps with my tongue a few times to gather up as much of her honey as possible before focusing on her clit.
I circle around it while holding her open with both thumbs. I know that I’m doing a good job by how she moans and wiggles on the bed. When her hand grabs my hair, I smile. That means she wants to come right away. I know all her little gestures and what they mean because I pay fuckin’ careful attention to every detail of what goes on with my old lady. I quickly suck her clit and slide one finger into her core. The second I touch her g-spot, she comes for me.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she says breathlessly.
I pop my head up long enough to say smugly, “Oh, I know.”
She laughs and pulls me up, wrapping her legs around me.
“You ready for the good stuff already?” I ask playfully. “I thought you might want to rest for a second.”
“No, I want to feel you inside me,” she says as she rolls over onto her side and presses her ass against my painfully hard cock.
I don’t waste any time spooning her, so her back rests securely against my chest. This way, I can hold her close without pressing on her baby bump. Notching myself at her wet core, I slide inside, thinking that soon there won’t be enough room for me inside her soft, accommodating body. I try to be gentle for the baby’s sake.
But Tessa isn’t having it tonight. “Harder, babe. You know what I like.”
Her voice is so needy I can hardly refuse. I slide one arm up to rest over her shoulder to get leverage to thrust harder. Sounds of her pleasure fill my ears. That’s what I need to hear in order to come. My free hand drifts from her belly to her breast, teasing her nipple as my mouth whispers nasty shit that no woman should hear—much less like—in her ear.
I tell her that she’s the hottest fuckin’ woman I’ve ever fucked and I get hard just looking at her naked. How much I enjoyed that time she got on her knees for me in the shower and sucked my cock, and most of all, how much I love licking that first orgasm out of her every time we fuck.
She doesn’t last long and neither do I. We move together, roughly, and finish together. I can feel her clench down on my cock just before I fill her up with my seed. I fuckin’ love every single thing about this situation. Being with her makes me whole for the first time in my life.
Afterward, I hold her close, carefully adjusting the pillows to ensure her comfort. I can’t help but think about how much Tessa has transformed my life. Once, I was a lonely biker with nothing but my family, the club, and an occasional club whore to ease my way. Now I have an old lady who loves me, a son on the way, and a chance at the kind of life I could only dream about before. Now, I just have to prove to myself that I’m worthy of the love of a good woman.
Epilogue
Tessa
The Steamer’s Jewelsways beneath my feet as I lean against the polished wooden railing, gazing out over the waves of the river. Sunlight spills across the water, and I see an occasional fish jumping out of the water. Everything about this vintage riverboat is elegant, from the ornate scrollwork along the boat’s railings, to the polished brass fittings gleaming in the fading daylight, and especially the splash of the paddlewheel churning behind us. It feels as if we’ve gone back in time to a quieter, more refined era.
I trace a finger over the smooth wood, appreciating the care Jasper’s family took in arranging our wedding. This boat is ours alone for the weekend, free from curious eyes or unexpected guests. It’s a gesture both extravagant and thoroughly down-to-earth, a perfect balance between their rugged biker heritage and the warmth of their family values. That intersection is what I have found most appealing about Jasper’s family.
My hand moves instinctively to my rounded belly, and warmth floods my cheeks as memories from earlier surface vividly. Jasper had accidentally walked in on me as I was trying on my wedding gown, his eyes widening in surprise before filling with awe and joy. The gown hugs my belly, accentuating the new life growing inside. Jasper looked like he didn’t know quite where to put his eyes. The moment the seamstress left, he dove under my gown to give me a good licking—one that made me scream his name as my legs shook uncontrollably. He was a beast, and I had to pull him off me.
I sense Jasper’s presence even before I hear his quiet footsteps approaching. Warmth blooms through me as his strong arms slide gently around my waist, pulling me close until my back presses firmly against his chest. He lowers his head, his breath soft against my ear.
“So, what do you think?” he murmurs, voice rich and deep. “Does it live up to the brochure?”
I tell him warmly, “It’s even better.” Leaning into his warmth, I give him the nice compliments he so richly deserves. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you really outdid yourself, Jasper. It’s perfect for a wedding venue. I like that it’s a unique venue and all ours for two days. It must have cost a small fortune.”
I feel him smile against my hair, pride evident even without seeing his face. “I’m glad you like it,” he says quietly, tightening his arms around me slightly. “I wanted it perfect for you. For us.”
I shift slightly in his embrace, turning just enough to meet his gaze. Emotion swells inside me when I look into his eyes. Of course, everything makes me emotional right now.
