Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(86)
“I hate you,” I murmured, smiling at him. “You made me fat.”
He snorted. “Hardly. Not sure how you managed it, but I think that baby of mine has made your ass f*ckin’ hotter. And speaking of ass…”
Standing up, Ripper bent over me and slipped one arm around my back and under my armpit. The other he slid under my knees and then he was lifting me up.
“I don’t wanna,” I whined, looping my arms around his neck. “I’m too tired.”
“No, you’re not,” he growled, nipping at my neck. “How many times I gotta tell you, you don’t get to make that decision?”
“Oooh,” I teased. “Because you’re the big bad biker man who gets to make all the decisions.”
“Damn straight.”
He laid me gently on the bed and proceeded to peel my yoga pants over my hips and down my legs.
“No underwear,” he muttered. “Why the f*ck ain’t you wearin’ underwear?”
“Um, hello,” I said. “People are already staring at the giant baby growing inside of me. I don’t need the added embarrassment of underwear lines too.”
Ripper blinked. “Are you f*ckin’ serious? You’re worried about underwear lines?”
I didn’t answer him and he started laughing.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, unzipping his jeans. “You are damn crazy.”
I tried to think of something mean to say, a witty comeback, but he’d quickly moved onto the bed and was now between my legs and pushing inside of me.
Clear thinking was no longer an option.
“Tits,” he groaned, reaching for the hem of my bright pink tank top. “I wanna see your tits, baby.”
“No,” I breathed, pushing his hand away. “Don’t look at my belly.”
He stopped moving. “Why the f*ck not?”
“Stretch marks,” I said, wrinkling up my nose.
He stared at me. “Stretch marks,” he repeated. “This shit again?”
“I hate them,” I whispered, feeling embarrassed. “They’re ugly.
“Uh-uh,” he said, slapping my hands away. It took him a few minutes, but eventually he’d maneuvered me out of both my tank top and bra. Immediately crossing my arms over my chest, I looked away from him. Maybe it was ridiculous, but the several jagged red marks that had appeared on my stomach were ugly to me. And I didn’t want Ripper to find me lacking in any way.
Grabbing my chin, he forced me to look at him.
“All scars tell a story, beautiful girl,” he said, releasing me to trace the marks on my stomach. “Yours are tellin’ me how healthy and f*ckin’ perfect my kid is gonna be.”
A tear slid out of the corner of my eye. “Shut up,” I whispered.
“And mine,” he said softly, grabbing my hand, trailing my palm across his cheek and then his chest. “Tell the story of how I found you.”
More tears fell. He would never stop ceasing to amaze me.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed, pulling out of me, then pushing back in again. “Me too.”
He began moving faster and I closed my eyes, forgetting about stretch marks, forgetting about everything, and just let sensation rule.
I could feel everything…the prickly hair on his legs rasping against my smooth skin…the muscles in his back tensing, bunching, and releasing with every thrust of his hips…his hot breath on my breasts, dampening my skin…the scarred flesh on his chest rubbing over my swollen stomach, heightening my sensitivity.
“Ah, f*ck baby,” he rasped. “So f*ckin’ good.”
“Ripper,” I whimpered.
He slammed into me and my eyes rolled back.
“I love you,” I breathed, clutching at the sheets. “I love you.”
And I felt him, hard and full inside of me, stroking, moving, filling, as his hips continuously met mine, heartbeat after heartbeat, after heartbeat.
THE END
Sneak Peek of
Disastrous
by E.L. Montes
PROLOGUE
Grabbing my wrist, he begged me not to go. With the blood pulsing through my veins, my rage quickly boiled. Turning to face him, I shoved the palm of my hands against his chest. I was surprised by my own strength. Although he was bigger than I was, I was able to force him to stumble back a few steps, and he landed on the wooden desk. He managed to balance himself, but he didn’t move. His sorrowful eyes were staring into mine, pleading. Those eyes that I once fell for, that I trusted, that allowed me to fall under his spell—those eyes now only filled my stomach with such vile disgust.
Collecting my thoughts was impossible. My mind was racing a thousand miles per hour. I’d never felt so much pain in my life. I gave him one last look, but he did and said nothing. His eyes were saddened, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get away! I turned away from him and ran as fast as I could. I could hear him yelling my name.
Snatching my purse from the table without looking back, I struggled to unlock the front door. I managed to open it with a shaky hand, tripping down the first few steps, realizing at that moment my feet were bare. Carelessly, I ran down the driveway and reached my car. I shoved my hand into my bag to collect my keys, but I couldn’t find them. Shit! He was by the door. Rushing in the process, I was able to locate them and jump into the driver’s seat.