Page 2 of Honor Me (Men of Inked 6)
Max gasped. “You let him electrocute you?”
I looked down at the floor, unable to look Max in the eyes because her expression was priceless.
“He’s not electrocuting me. It’s just another form of play. The tiny sparks are amazing.”
“Fuck that shit,” Max mumbled and dragged her hands down her face. “You girls got some weird ideas about fun. Ropes, electricity, collars. I just don’t understand. What’s wrong with good old-fashioned cock?”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with cock, Max,” Izzy laughed and rubbed her hands together. “Sometimes it’s nice to try out new things. What’s your favorite toy?”
Max almost went cross-eyed. “I’m not telling you about my toys.”
“You’re a prude,” Angel teased. “I bet you have a giant dildo at home.”
“Stop!” Max held up her hand and shushed Angel. “Anthony has a giant cock, why do I need bigger?”
“Nipple clamps?” Izzy raised an eyebrow.
Max glanced at her watch and cleared her throat. “Well, look at the time. I better get home so the babysitter can leave.” She started to stand, and Mia put her hand over Max’s.
“Sit your ass down,” Mia told her, not letting her walk away.
Angel pointed toward the chair. “We all know your husband. He’s a kinky bastard like the rest. Don’t act like you don’t have a giant chest of toys hiding in your house.”
“I’m not saying a thing.”
“You should all come to the club one night.” Izzy tapped her chin and paused. “I’m sure I can schedule a private party.”
“Um…” Max mumbled.
“Fuck yeah. I’m in.” Angel fist-pumped the air. “I’m game for anything.”
“Hello,” I said and waved my hands in front of my enormous stomach. “Humans on board.”
“We’ll wait until you’re recovered.” Izzy smirked. “Most of the areas are private, but I think I can work something out. It’s a good thing James is friends with the owner. This will be perfect.” Izzy practically bounced in her chair.
“Pass the vodka,” Max said and held out her hand.
“We’ll get you liquored up first, Max. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love it.”
I’d often fantasized through the years about clubs just like the one Izzy and James belonged to. I had shared my fantasies with Joe, and he’d sometimes surprise me with a new toy or something kinkier. There wasn’t a thing the man did to me that I didn’t love.
Although the thought of visiting their club intrigued me, I couldn’t imagine waddling in there without sticking out like a sore thumb. Plus, I didn’t really think Joe would go for it.
We were in love. Committed to each other forever, but visiting a sex club was something I wasn’t sure would be good for our relationship. It could change everything.
Hormones
Joe
“Sugar,” I whispered in her ear, slowly stroking the inside of her thigh while she slept. Her round belly stuck out of the covers, reminding me that a morning just like this eight months ago probably led us to this situation—knocked up.
The best part of the entire pregnancy?
She was horny all the time.
“Come on, baby.” Tenderness laced my voice, but I wanted to be anything but. I had a raging hard-on and couldn’t put Gigi on the bus fast enough to slide back into bed.
Suzy had a thing for being woken up with my dick buried deep inside of her. A fantasy she shared with me a long time ago and I took advantage of it, playing it out over and over again at every turn.
Suzy stirred when my fingers traced a path across her pussy. When she didn’t wake, my strokes became more demanding and I spread her legs a bit wider with my feet. Her body writhed against the mattress and she rolled onto her side, pushing her ass against my dick.
Grunting softly, I dug my fingers into her hip and cradled her belly in my other hand.
Just as I started to run my hard cock through her wetness—pregnant and horny all the time—my phone rang. “Fuck,” I whispered and tucked it under my pillow quickly.
I stilled, waiting for them to leave a voice mail before I could sink myself deep. But before I could, the phone started to ring again.
I jabbed my hand under the pillow, fisting my phone and silencing it with my grip. Rolling off the bed, I headed toward the bathroom so I didn’t disturb Suzy and could start right where I left off.
“Hello.” I didn’t even look before I answered.
“Yo!”
Fucking Mikey. I should’ve known it was him, but my raging hard-on had clouded my judgment. “What the fuck, man? It’s like eight in the morning.”
“It’s time to get up, princess.” He laughed loudly and ignored the fact that I was pissed.
“I am up, and you’re interrupting some important stuff.”
“Oh, shit! Sorry, man.”
Peeking through the doorway, I checked on Suzy before closing it a little more to muffle my voice. “What do you want?” I growled.
“I thought since we’re off today we could meet up.”
“For what?” My jaw was clenched so hard it started to ache more than my balls.
“Lunch.”
“Yeah, man. I’ll be there at noon. Not a minute before. Don’t call back.” I hung up and turned the ringer off so he couldn’t disturb us again. Then I tossed my phone on the counter next to the sink.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Suzy was sprawled out on her side, her large belly keeping her from rolling over. Perfect. I crawled back in bed, stroking my shaft as I inched closer to her. “Sugar,” I whispered into her ear and nudged my dick against her.
“What?” she moaned and started to stir.
I didn’t answer with words, but by thrusting my hardened cock into her waiting, greedy pussy. Being inside of her was pure fucking heaven. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t want to bend her over some piece of furniture and have my way with her. When she was pregnant, she was usually game, when she wasn’t too exhausted—which was rarely the case.
Pregnant Suzy was my favorite Suzy.
She pushed back against me as I withdrew slowly and rammed back into her. Nothing got me harder than the noise she made when I was buried balls deep inside of her. “Whose pussy is this?” I asked, fisting her hair in my hand.
Tipping her head back, she peered up at me and looked straight into my eyes. “Yours. Always yours.”
The way she stared at me, her pussy clenching around my cock, my dick hardened even more. Impossible to even imagine, but with her half the time, I thought it would break off before I could come.
“Whose dick is that?” she asked, her mouth hanging open slightly.
“Yours,” I growled, repeating her words. “Always yours.”
The corner of her mouth twitched and she blinked a few times. “Are you sure?”
My body stilled, leaving her impaled. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” Her voice cracked and she diverted her eyes.
Tugging lightly on her hair, I pulled her head back so I could see into her eyes. “What did that mean, sugar?”
Lately, she’d said some things that I wrote off as hormones, but with me buried deep inside her, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something more to it.
“Nothing, baby. Nothing.” She smiled, but it wasn’t her typical, happy as a pig in shit smile.
This one was completely fake.
I pulled out and rolled us over so that I was on my side, and I cradled her
face in my hands. “Sugar, what’s on your mind?” I tried to read the pain I could see in her eyes.
“Nothing,” she squeaked, her eyes filling with tears.
“One thing we are is always honest. Please tell me.”
