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  “When…when do we need to go?” I was looking forward to working the adoption event alongside Corrie and Nick, and his news has rocked me to the core.

  “We’ll go up Sunday. My folks came down to tell me and will help with Meli while we’re working tomorrow. No worries, Shay, I’ve got you.”

  “Nick,” I whisper, “I didn’t have much that was mine, but this is killing me.”

  “I know, baby, but there’s nothing we can do until we see how bad it is so let’s try and enjoy ourselves somehow.”

  I nod before pulling away, my thoughts swirling. “I’m glad I grabbed my box, Nick. The other stuff can be replaced. I hate that they damaged it, though, because that’ll be an expense for your dad and grandma.”

  “They’ll file an insurance claim, babe. Now, we’re going to The Steakhouse for dinner tonight, do you need to do anything to get ready?”

  The girls told me about The Steakhouse and I’m excited to take a peek at the woman they mentioned has captured Matt’s attention. “Um, I need to take a quick shower. What should I wear?”

  “Whatever you want. The food’s excellent but we don’t dress fancy or anything like that.”

  “I’ve never had to get all dressed up, though,” I murmur. My life didn’t give me that opportunity, and while I’m not devastated by that fact, just once I’d like to get all gussied up, hair and make-up and what-not.

  “You will,” he promises. “We’re doing a New Year’s Eve thing and from what I understand, the girls plan to pull out all the stops.”

  “Good,” I whisper. Moving away from him, I go to my bag and pull out a clean pair of jeans, my favorite pair. They’re distressed and a lighter blue and will go well with the sweater I bought today. Damn shopping beasts. We hit the lingerie boutique but there was another room with clothes, and I may have grabbed a few things there as well.

  Now rooting through the new bags, I pull out the sweater. It’s oatmeal colored and slouchy across the top, but form-fitting through the waist. “I’ll only be a few minutes,” I tell him, gathering my clean clothes and heading into the bathroom.

  “Take your time. The other women will wanna get themselves put together as well.”

  Nick

  I nearly swallow my tongue when Shayla walks into the common room. She’s wearing a new top and a pair of jeans that have me salivating. And the boots she’s sporting have me discreetly adjusting my dick. Somewhere in her shopping pursuits she found a pair of women’s biker boots complete with silver accessories. Fuck me.

  “You look good enough to eat,” I whisper when she gets close enough for me to pull her into my arms. When the blush covers her face, I laugh, drawing attention to the two of us.

  “Nick! You can’t say stuff like that around other people!”

  “Why the fuck not?”

  “Because they’ll think things.”

  “Fuck ‘em. I don’t give a flying fuck what they think, only what you think. Is my woman happy?” The smile she gives me at my words has me pulling her even closer.

  “Yeah, for the first time in my life.”

  “C’mon, baby, let’s see if everyone else is ready so we can go.”

  Twenty minutes later, we’re all in vehicles, the weather deciding to show up. I want my woman on my bike, showing off her property patch, but apparently, Mother Nature has another plan.

  * * *

  I have to hide my laughter when I see that Mandie, the waitress who usually waits on us, is doing what she can to avoid Matt, who hasn’t taken his eyes off her.

  “You okay, brother?” I ask, nodding in the waitress’ direction.

  “Yeah.” His one-word response doesn’t invite any further conversation, so I look over at my woman who is discussing the next day’s adoption event with Corrie. I catch her saying something about one of the cats and grin. I saw how she was with the little gray ball of fur and have already gotten what I need so that she’ll have her own pet. Corrie sees me watching and gives me a grin.

  “Why’s my old lady smiling at you?” Reese questions.

  “Got a surprise for Shay tomorrow that she’s in on,” I reply.

  “Hoping it goes well. The grant she got really helps, but this adoption thing will allow y’all to expand if you need.”

  “Very true. Hate we have to take off Sunday to check that shit out.”

  “Sending the prospects with y’all in case there’s anything to be salvaged.” I nod because that might not be a bad idea. My blood boils at the fact that someone thought it was a good plan to break into her place, and I wonder if Piper was involved in some way.

  Dinner goes by, with the awesome food The Steakhouse has become known for, as well as the drinks the girls have the bar making. I realize that Shay is a bit tipsy and wonder what that means for us later. The bag in my nightstand may end up getting used after all.

  When we’re finally done and Matt has gone to talk to Mandie, I hold my woman close and head to the truck. “He likes her,” Shayla states as I help her in on the passenger side and cop a feel putting her seatbelt on.

  “Yeah. It’s complicated, though. She’s got some little kids, but there’s no evidence of a baby daddy.”

  “That’s sad. She seems sweet.”

  “There’s no one sweeter than you, Shay,” I tell her, capturing her lips in mine.

  Her moans have my dick hardening. Again. Seems to be a constant state of affairs where she’s concerned. “Let’s get back, sweet girl. I need dessert.”

  17

  Shayla

  I’m dozing by the time we make it back to the clubhouse, but wake up when I feel him lifting me from the truck. “I can walk, Nick,” I protest.

  “Let me carry you, baby.” The tone in his voice is almost pleading, so I don’t argue, just put my arms around his neck and snuggle closer. Once we make it to his room, he slides me down and I can feel how holding me has affected him, causing me to grin. “What’s got you smiling, Shay?” he asks.

  Remembering what the girls told me today, I reach out and grab him, running my hand up and down his hardening length. “Is it bad that I love how you react to me being near?” I question.

  “Not at all, because when you’re nearby, this is a constant state of affairs.”

  As I continue to rub, I lean in and say, “I’m ready, Nick.” The flare of heat in his eyes has me wondering if I was too bold until he scoops me back up and practically tosses me onto the bed, following me down until his body cages me.

  Rubbing his nose along mine, he whispers, “You sure, Shayla?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure.” Actually, I’m not, I’m scared spitless, but he’s treated me with such care that I know he’ll do the same now.

  He pulls me up until we’re both sitting, then removes first my cut, then his, folding them and placing them on the nightstand. I’ve noticed that about him, how he is almost reverent whenever he takes it off and make a note to do the same. It means everything to me that he wants me as his old lady.

  With my cut off, he makes quick work of removing my sweater and bra, as well as his own shirt. My breath catches seeing his bare chest, a few tattoos here and there, but mostly muscles. I reach out and touch him, and revel in the shudder that wracks his body. “How did I get so blessed that you wanted me?” I murmur, watching him watch me.

  “Thinking I’m the blessed one, Shay,” he replies, smoothing my hair away from my face.

  “I’m a bit nervous, Nick. Just thought I’d toss that out there.”

  “Kinda figured, baby. We’ll take it slow, okay?” I nod when he lays us back down, face to face.

  Reaching out, I stroke my hand along his jaw. “No clue what I did to deserve you, but I’m gonna hold on with both hands.” He grins at me then leans in and captures my lips with his. Soft, gentle kisses soon give way to open-mouthed, tongues dueling ones.

  As his hands caress me, he continues to drop kisses – along my cheeks, my jawline, behind my ear. Feeling his heat pressed against me has my nipples pebbling
as if to say, ‘here I am, come nuzzle me.’ Almost as if he heard, his head drops lower and he takes one into his mouth while his hand strokes the other.

  Suddenly, I don’t want to take it slow. I feel like I’ve caught fire and only he can extinguish the ache that has started. He catches my legs which are writhing between us with one of his strong, muscled thighs and now, feeling the length of him pressed against my center, I start to moan. “Slow, baby, remember?” he murmurs against my breast. “Want it to be good for you.”

  Since the only good I’ve ever had has been with him, I want it all. Now. I try to communicate that to him, and he grins. “So impatient.”

  “And you’re not?” I question.

  “Hell yeah I am, but, Shay, I want you ready. Really ready.”

  “I’m ready, Nick,” I all but plead.

  “You’re not, but you will be.” He sits back up and removes my jeans and panties. No clue when he took my boots and socks off, but they’re gone as well. Unfortunately for me, he only removes his jeans, leaving him in black boxers. I can see the fabric straining against the impressive hard-on he has and realize that before long, I’ll feel that moving inside me.

  He doesn’t say anything, just lays me back down and moves between my thighs. Part of me wants to keep my legs closed but he’s having none of that. He spreads them wide and breathes deeply. “God, babe, I could quickly become addicted to your pussy.”

  I’m about to respond when his tongue swipes out, from bottom to top, and I find myself completely at his mercy. Knowing that he’s mine seems to heighten the pleasure he is bringing me. “Nick,” I pant, “I…I need more. Something. I don’t know!” Frustration at my inability to communicate what I need has me gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles turn white.

  “I got you,” he replies as first one finger then a second one enters me. And now I’m a writhing mess as his tongue, lips and fingers work to send me soaring into the stratosphere.

  Seconds.

  Minutes.

  Hours.

  No clue how long he continues to lavish attention on my pussy, but suddenly, I’m clamping onto his fingers and calling out his name as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body. He doesn’t stop but eases up a little until I try and pull away. Moving up my body, he kisses and nuzzles everywhere until he reaches my mouth, where he kisses me deeply.

  As my arms go around him, I realize that he slipped his boxers off because his length is pressed against my abdomen. “Hang on, baby,” he whispers, reaching to the nightstand. When he has what he was trying to reach, he leans back and I get a good look at what I’ve been feeling and holy fucking hell, he’s built. I watch him slide the condom down and realize that his hand is shaking slightly.

  “You okay, Nick?” I ask.

  “Want this to be perfect for you, Shay.”

  “It already is,” I admit. “Even if we didn’t do anything else, you’ve given me more than I ever expected or anticipated.”

  “Get ready, baby,” he says, leaning so that his dick is pressed against me. He coats himself with my release and then slowly eases inside. Nothing prepares me for how full I feel once he’s fully inside. “You good, Shay?” he asks, his voice little more than a whisper against my ear.

  “Yeah,” I moan out. “Can you, I don’t know. Move or something?” His chuckle reaches me as he starts moving slowly.

  In and out.

  In and out.

  On the third one, I wrap my legs around his hips and say, “Faster, please.”

  “So polite, my woman is,” he teases, but he starts moving faster and I can feel something building again.

  “Nick?” This doesn’t feel like before and my nerves are getting the best of me.

  “Just ride it, baby,” he pants out before reaching and capturing one of my hands in his, lacing our fingers together. “I feel it too.”

  Without warning, I feel my pussy start to flutter before I clamp down on him. Giving myself over to the sensation, I feel my back arch and my eyes close as I call out his name. He thrusts a few more times and then stops, planting himself to the root as he cries out my name.

  “Fuck, Shay, that was phenomenal,” he states as he pulls me close, moving so he’s not crushing me.

  “Yeah.” Words are no longer possible as feelings I’ve never had before explode in my brain.

  “You good? I didn’t hurt you?”

  “I’ve never felt better in my life. When can we do that again?” His chuckle as he pulls me close makes me grin.

  “Let me take care of this first, then we’ll see about going again.” He slides out of me and I immediately miss the feel of him inside and I close my eyes against the emotion that wells up until he says, “Fuck!”

  “What?”

  “The condom broke.”

  18

  Nick

  I’m sitting here in a near panic, not because I don’t want to see her swollen with a child we’ve made, but because she’s been through so much and I wanted her to have some time. “Nick?” Her voice breaks through my thoughts and I look down at her. “It wouldn’t be the end of the world if you got me pregnant, would it?”

  “No, baby, but I planned for you to be wearing my rings when that happened.”

  “Just saying, I don’t think it’s the right time for that to happen. But if it did, we can just go to the courthouse or something.” Yeah, like I wouldn’t wanna give her every little thing she wanted.

  “Stop making sense, Shay. Let me enjoy my freak out a little longer.” My words have her giggling and seeing that, I lean in and kiss her.

  “We’ll deal with it if that happens, just know that whether it’s now or five years from now, I’ll be thrilled.” With that, I scoop her up and head to the bathroom. Time to get my woman cleaned up.

  * * *

  “Shay, you’re killing me here,” I groan out. She’s on her knees, my dick in her mouth and my balls in her hand. If she keeps it up, she’ll have more than she bargained for, because I’m doing everything I can to keep from coming.

  She glances up at me and grins before pulling back enough to ask, “Am I not doing it right?”

  “Fuck, woman, you do it any better and you’re going to be getting more than you expected when you started this.” Her laughter around my dick has me hissing in a breath. The vibrations nearly send me over the edge. Deciding enough is enough, I lean down and pull her up and spin her around. “Stay here and don’t move.” I leave the shower, uncaring that I’m dripping wet, and go grab a condom. Sliding it on, I rejoin her in the shower and pull her close to me, gliding my hands down to find that she’s soaked. For me. “You ready, baby?” I whisper in her ear.

  “Yeah.” I’d like to say that I was gentle, but that would be a lie. The combination of what she was doing coupled with how wet she gets for me, has me losing what little control I have, and I thrust inside until I’m buried in her heat.

  “Gonna be fast,” I warn, before I start pumping my hips at a pace designed to have me shooting off in mere minutes. Once again, my woman shocks me as she thrusts her hips back and slides her hand between her legs.

  Because I want her to enjoy this as well, my hand joins hers and I find her clit and use her hand to help get her off. When I feel her pussy tightening around me, I let go, praying that this time, the condom holds.

  Now breathless, I’m pressed against her back, lightly stroking her clit until she starts to pull away. “Let’s get ready for bed, Shay.”

  “M’kay.” Her face has that just-fucked glow and it makes me hard again, but I need to remember that she’s been celibate since she got pregnant with Meli. I don’t want her so sore she’s miserable.

  I quickly get us dried off and back into bed, pulling her into me so her head’s on my chest. Running my hand through her hair, I ask, “You feel okay?”

  “I know I don’t want to mention that time, but honestly, I never had a clue it could be like this, Nick!”

  “Baby, what was done to you was wrong.
Sex should be consensual, and it should be fun and messy and sometimes, serious.”

  “Serious?”

  “Yeah, sometimes it’s fucking, sometimes it’s making love. Depends on the mood.”

  “Well, it’s all been fantastic so if there’s more to it, I might just die.”

  I laugh at how sincere she sounds. “Not gonna let you die, Shay.” I want her again but content myself with the knowledge that she’s mine and once she gets used to how I like things, we can go longer. “Get some sleep, baby, it’s gonna be a busy day tomorrow.”

  Shayla

  I wake up when Nick smacks my ass lightly, saying, “Time to get a move on, we’ve got dogs and cats to get adopted.”

  I’m so excited about what we’ll be doing, I get tangled in the sheets and the only reason I don’t fall on my face is he manages to grab me, laughing at my expression. “Shit, I almost knocked myself out!”

  “Never gonna happen as long as I’m around to catch you. Go get ready, I’ll grab us something to drink. Corrie wants us all to hit the diner before we go to the event.”

  Grabbing the t-shirt that Corrie gave me the day before, I rummage around for another pair of jeans and my sneakers. I love my boots, but I think we’ll be on our feet too long and I want to be comfortable. I nearly scream when I see my hair all over the place and realize it’s going to be a ponytail kinda day. As I get ready, I think about the night before and how much I enjoyed what we did. Can’t wait to do it again. I wonder if I can be on top?

  * * *

  Breakfast was a bit…raucous. Who knew a bunch of bikers could be so damn funny? A bit irreverent at times, but funny nonetheless. Now we’re at the event, getting the animals into the cages and kennels we’re using when I notice that the little gray kitty I was loving on has an ‘I’ve been adopted’ sign on his collar. Dang, I was hoping to be able to adopt him.