“Two good and one bad,” he said like the world’s most put upon kid before dashing into the blue house on the corner.
“I love your kid, Moon. How’s he holding up?”
“Fine,” she said and hoisted up the painting I’d finished. “More effective treatments become available everyday which means we’re … hopeful.”
I followed Moon out to my car and hugged her when the painting was secure in the back seat. “I’ll send good vibes into the world on his behalf. Thanks, and call if you need anything, even just an ear.”
“Take care of yourself and stay off your feet the rest of the day,” she ordered, like any good doula would.
I smiled and drove off, feeling cautiously happy about the friend I’d found in Moon this past month. It was fairly accidental since I couldn’t do much of anything without risking the baby’s life, but painting was another skill I could add to my repertoire to sell. I shouldn’t have been surprised that she was a doula but when she made the offer it had floored me, seemed too hippy dippy with today’s modern medicine. But Moon had a calming presence that helped, and Lasso had agreed so it all worked out.
In fact, Lasso had insisted because of the stress of the past few weeks. Genesis had been taken to the same hospital as me, where he spent four days in the ICU before succumbing to his injuries.
A deep sadness had enveloped me in the days following his death, not because I wanted him alive but because I was the reason he was dead. The cops hadn’t agreed, calling it justified and sending me home with almost a thanks. Luckily, Big Boy had been released. A little battered and thinner than he’d ever been in his life, but he was grateful to be alive and promised Cross it was the last they’d see or hear from the Killer Aces. I couldn’t believe they let him go but I was grateful. The last thing I needed was more bodies on my conscious while baking this baby.
Now I had to get home before Lasso did because I wanted to hang this painting as a surprise for him. If he really had gone to GET INK’D like he’d said, then he’d be home within the hour. However, I had feeling something else was going on. I’d heard him and the other Reckless Bastards talk about things like retaliation and Roadkill MC and I wondered what it was all about, though I trusted Lasso to tell me what I needed to know.
After a quick shower, I put steaks in the broiler and vegetables on top of the stove, along with potatoes because carb overload is the only good thing about being pregnant. Well, besides the baby at the end.
Lasso arrived about two hours later than expected, bloody and with torn clothing. I was on my feet as fast as I could, guiding him to one of the kitchen chairs. “Lasso, what the hell happened to you?” He sat with a groan and his head tilted back, giving me the perfect opportunity to scan for scars.
“Nothing much, just a fight with some assholes. Got sucker punched is all, but I’m okay, babe.” He pulled me close, one big hand cupping my ass. “You look pretty as fuck today.” His gaze wouldn’t leave the sheer burgundy fabric covering my otherwise naked body.
“Thanks,” I told him and pulled out of his grasp to get what I needed to clean up his split lip. “Even bloody you look good enough to eat,” I told him with a sly smile.
He groaned when I grinned at his discomfort. “I’ll be doing the eating tonight,” he growled, hissing as I cleaned his lip.
“Maybe, but we should get you cleaned up first.” I took his hand and pulled him to the upstairs bathroom that was big enough for two and I undressed him, letting my hands linger over his big sexy body while the water got warm.
“No amount of cleaning can cover up this dirty, sugar.” His mouth fused to mine, kissing me deep and hard until my body slowly came to life just as he wanted. Lasso liked to torture me during sex, pleasing me for so damn long until I was just angry and ready to come. I hated it as much as I loved it. And him.
“That’s okay, I like you dirty.” And then he lifted me up and my legs went around his waist, lining our bodies up perfectly and quickly so I was against the bathroom wall, impaled on his thick cock. “Lasso, fuck.”
He flashed that sexy grin that had me clenching around him, already close to coming. It was hard and fast as we swirled out of control while the steam from the shower built around us. We came on a roar, still too hungry for each other to do anything but seek out the burning desire simmering within both of us.
The same thing happened in the shower and then the bedroom, only we didn’t make it to the bed. I turned and gripped the dresser, tempting him with the curve of my ass. I squealed like a cheerleader when his cock invaded me from behind, pumping hard and fast as he could, one hand gently resting on the curve of my belly while the other tweaked my nipples. It was hot. It was totally fucking insane and intense as hell, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Shit, babe. You’re so fucking wet.”
“Been thinkin’ about you all day,” I told him, flashing a smile over my shoulder. And that was all it took for him to come the second time. I was moving towards a new personal best record with Lasso.
He picked me up and we fell on the bed together, his body falling first to protect me and the baby. Because this was a swoon-worthy guy. It didn’t matter that he was a biker and a veteran or that he occasionally had to do fucked up things in the name of his brothers. None of it mattered when I looked at him and saw my blue-eyed badass with the messy blond hair.
“Damn girl, you sure know how to welcome a man home.”
I laughed and pressed a kiss to his heart. “I want to give you something Lasso. Two things, actually, but I think you already know that you have my heart.”
He sucked in a breath that told me he hadn’t known, at least not for sure.
“I love you Lasso. You’ve had my heart for months and I was too chicken to tell you, but I’m telling you now. I love you.”
“Thank fuck! I thought I was going to have to lock you in the basement,” he growled and held me tighter.
“We don’t have a basement.”
“Shut up,” he laughed and kissed me long and hard, flipping our positions so hi
s long, thick cock was pressed between my thighs. “Let me enjoy hearing the woman I love finally tell me she loves me, too.”