Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(77)

When he was standing again, his hands tightened around my waist. Touching his hot, slick lips against my ear, he leaned in and whispered.

“I'm gonna f*ck you now, babe. Gonna take your body the same f*ckin' way I did that summer night, without even knowing it. Except this time we know exactly what we're working for,” he growled, reaching for my clit again, and digging his knuckle in against it.

“Yes, please, please,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Jackson. Give me another baby.”

His throat rumbled more thunder as he brought the tip of his cock against my opening, rubbing it, but not yet slipping in.

“I'm f*cking you ten times harder than the first time I knocked you up,” he said, pausing to flatten harder kisses against my throat, pulling at my hair. “We're f*ckin', night and day, and we ain't stopping 'til I see you stretch with my seed. We're f*ckin', hard and slow, hot and cold, like demons and like lovers. Whatever the f*ck it takes to make you mine again, inside and out. Mine forever.”

No more talk. I couldn't take another word, pushing my ass back against him, moaning and pleading all at once.

He must've lost it too. Lost his patience, straight in the stormy need to bury his cock in me.

Finally, he pushed into me, gliding up, deep inside my unprotected *.

I'd been off the pill for about two weeks before the big day.

We'd talked about it, and decided I should do this sooner, rather than later, before I got too far into work at the bar.

He'd given me a new life, here in Tennessee. He'd given me a ring. I'd give him a baby in return, deepening our bond, giving our son a new sibling to play with.

Family. That was everything now. He talked about it every week, and showed it whenever we visited his grandpa in the nursing home.

Today, he made me feel it in a different way. His hips pulled back slowly, like a gun cocking, before they crashed against mine again.

He filled me. Fucked me. Sped into me like a man feeding a furnace to stave off the cold, anything to build our future, stroke by growling stroke.

My * burned, ached, tightening around his cock. My whole body knew what was coming, nipples hard as diamonds.

I squealed two or three times before his hand clapped across my mouth. My teeth sank into his finger, hard and wild, before losing it in my first climax full of my husband's cock.

He f*cked me harder, straight through the shuddering, the moaning, his free hand flicking furiously at my clit. My * tightened around his cock so hard I wasn't sure how he didn't lose it.

Every muscle in my body wanted to squeeze him, milk him, take him so f*cking deep we lost ourselves in that wet, fiery, animal pleasure.

I was panting by the time I came out of it, sucking in desperate breaths. I'd need the oxygen, too, because he wasn't done.

Not even close.

Growling louder, he pushed me against the wall. Joker's hips moved, f*cking me faster and harder than before.

Everything synchronized. Our thrusts, our pulses, even the sound of our ragged breath. We hadn't bothered to turn on the fan since we stepped inside, and it was shaping up to be a hot summer night.

Sweat poured off him in rivulets. My pores oozed more down my back. Our fluids mixed inside and out. I was a dripping mess with tangled hair, a far cry from the blushing bride I'd been just a few hours earlier, and damn if I cared.

Nothing else mattered except feeling him erupt this time, flooding me to the hilt.

“Come, you bastard,” I said, arching my back, slamming my ass back against his body. “Come inside me, please!”

Yes, I even begged. Shamelessly.

This wasn't just some stranger, or even a rough bastard who'd swept my heart away. This was my husband, the man I'd sworn the rest of my life to.

I'd become his everything, and he'd become mine.

His wife. His mate. His *. His whore.

His.

Irrevocably. Completely. Until the end of time.

“Fuck,” Joker growled, thrusting harder still. “Here it comes, woman – here it f*ckin' comes! Take it.”

And I did.

He pinned me against the wall, sucking the soft spot between my neck and my shoulder. His cock stabbed into me, swelled, and exploded.

Hot, thick ropes of sperm swept into me. Our bodies jerked and thrashed, coming together, so intense it was blinding.

My * sucked greedily at his cock, taking it deep, absorbing everything he'd given.

Every muscle in his body twitched against my skin. He tightened, turned to stone, pouring himself into me, forcing my spasms to mimic his.

We came together in every sense of the word.

We came breathless. Beautiful.

When the storm in my body relented, I flattened my hands against the wall, purring as he kissed me tenderly across the spot he'd bit. I'd probably have a hickey on steroids there tomorrow, but I actually liked it.

My head turned. We kissed again, softer than before. Joker swept in so close his eye lashes brushed against mine, connecting foreheads.

“I love you,” I whispered, feeling him slip out of me. My legs automatically pushed together, the better to hold his seed in me. “God, Jackson, I really do. I never thought I could love anyone this much.”

“Bullshit,” he said, taking my chin in his fingers. Gently, he tilted my face. “Look at me, babe.”

I did. Our eyes caught the new moonlight coming in from the windows. He held my gaze while he stepped away, pulling the two robes hanging next to us off their hooks.