The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(35)

“Love the way you feel, love watching your face when you come all over my cock,” he grunts, working through the vice my pussy has over him.

“Give it to me,” I demand, arching once more before he lets out a slew of curses and grabs his dick, pulling out of me. I brace my hands against the vanity, watching through hooded eyes as he paints my stomach with his release, branding me and the baby inside me Property of Parrish.

All his.

He lets go of his cock, grabs my hips and inches his thumbs across my stomach, the pads of his fingers working his come into my skin, mimicking the way he rubbed the cream across my scars. He takes ownership of my scars and my body. I was branded by the Bulldog and freed from my past with the promise of a future full of sunshine.

“You,” I whisper.

“Me,” he pants, drawing in a deep breath as I reach for him, lifting his head as I take in the few gray strands of hair at his temple. I press my lips to his temple and lean my forehead against his.

“I have to take another shower,” I murmur.

“Better make it a quick one,” he replies, pulling back to kiss me gently. “Don’t want to be late to see that baby inside you.”

I smile, my eyes filling at his words and the sweet way my rugged knight looks at me. He didn’t know it but the darkness that shadowed him was fading and he was living in the light.

He helped me down from the vanity, turned around and started the shower. As I stepped into the stall, he playfully slaps my ass and grins at me.

“Fifteen minutes, Reina, ain’t got time for another round with you,” he teases, tipping his chin toward the shower. “Go on, Sunshine. I’ll be waiting for you.”

I take a quick shower and dress, taking advantage of my jeans that still fit me and pair it with a Satan’s Knight tank top. When I finally make my way downstairs Jack is sitting on the front stoop, twirling the keys to his truck in his hand and about to light a cigarette.

“Jesus, Jack, I thought you were trying to quit,” I scold, reaching down and plucking the cigarette from his lips. I drop it onto the cement, crushing it with my heel before pulling out a pack of gum from my purse. “Chew on this,” I demand. “You know they say it’s an oral thing that you’re so used to having.”

“Reina,” he growls, popping the piece of gum into his mouth. “Leave it be, unless you want to tag along everywhere I go and give me something to fixate on every time I get the itch,” he grounds out, grabbing my hand and leading me to his truck.

I’m not sure that’s a bad idea or that I’d mind.

He shakes his head, mumbling something under his breath as he opens the passenger door for me.

“Get in,” he orders.

“Why aren’t we taking the bike?” I question, pulling my head out of my ass and the thoughts of being Jack’s oral fixation. “I figured we’d still ride until I became too big to lift my leg over the bike,” I add.

“Not taking any chances,” he grumbles, slamming the door closed before opening it again. “Put your seat belt on,” he barks, slamming the door shut again and walking around the front of the car.

I shake my head, laughing quietly to myself. Jack was always ordering me to lock the door, wear a helmet and scolding me about my seat belt. If one didn’t know which side of the tracks his bike’s tires skidded across they might confuse him for a law-abiding citizen.

He rarely drove his truck but the few times he did he was cautious of the speed limits. I questioned him once, it was when we first dated and I took a ride with him to drive his daughter home. He told me speed limits were enforced for a reason and he wasn’t risking his precious cargo.

Say what you want about men like mine but there is no denying the heart that drives Jack Parrish. It’s bigger than his name, bigger than his patch and even bigger than his club. It’s an honor being his, because being his means I’m loved and cherished.

We pulled up to the doctor’s office and he drops me off in front so I can sign in as he parks the car—and sneak a cigarette. When he meets me inside the waiting room, he smells similar to the little tree air freshener hanging from the rear-view mirror. I bet if I reached into his leather jacket I’d find the ‘new car’ scented tree in his pocket.

He takes my hand and places our joined hands on his knee as he glances around the room, taking in his surroundings, focusing mainly on the poster of a baby.

“Nervous?” I ask, watching as he scratches at the scruff lining his jaw.

“No,” he insists looking back at me. “Anxious,” he corrects.

“Reina DeCarlo?” The nurse calls out and Jack stands first, pulling me to my feet and leading me toward the nurse.

She leads us into an exam room, takes my blood pressure and weight before instructing me to remove all clothing from the waist down and hands me a paper gown to change into. I quickly change, folding my clothes and handing them to Jack who sits on the chair beside me and watches me climb onto the exam table.

“This guy’s got some fucking job,” he grunts, motioning to the stirrups.

I chuckle nervously knowing any minute the doctor will enter the room and introduce me to the second great love of my life.

Jack’s hand closes over my knee as he looks up at me.

“If I forget to tell you…thank you, Sunshine,” he says hoarsely as his eyes bore into mine.