Holiday Havoc (Reckless Bastards MC 7)

Of course she could. She’d been raised by an alcoholic father who’d only gotten worse when her mother died. “That’s not the point. You shouldn’t have to handle that asshole by yourself. What’s his name?”

“Never mind. I have to call you back.” Then she ended the fucking call and it took everything within me not to hop on my bike and go knock that fucker out.

But Marisol didn’t want my help. No, she wanted to handle this by herself. And I didn’t like it one bit.

Chapter Three - Lasso

“Just be careful. Something feels weird and I don’t know what.” Rocky had her beautiful body pressed up against mine, arms wrapped tight around me, big green eyes filled with worry.

“Aw, sugar, you worried about me?” As much as I hated to admit it, my daddy was right. There was nothing in this world like the love of a good woman. And Rocky was a damn good woman. She was my woman. “Don’t be babe, I’ve got two damn good reasons to come back. And I will. Always.”

Her mouth tipped into a soft, lopsided grin. “I know that, cowboy. I’m just telling you to be careful.”

It was sweet that she always worried about me and considering all the shit that had fallen on the club the past few years, I couldn’t blame her. Instead I kissed her, long and slow, hard as I pushed her body against the fridge until she moaned. “I’ll be fine and careful, Rocky. What I need you to do is rest up because when I get back I’m gonna put another baby in you.”

A loud throaty laugh bubbled out of her and she smacked my arm. “Why don’t you worry about winning the big prize first?”

“Like there’s any doubt who’s taking the cash and the trophy home.” Since the tattoo shop wasn’t a club business, Golden Boy and I would split the fifty grand cash prize, which only made me want to win even more. “Jag’s gonna stop by to check on you and Dallas while I’m gone.”

Her smile lit up again but those green eyes nearly cut a hole through me. “That’s not necessary. Between baby yoga, finger painting and creating Halloween costumes for all the kids, I’ll be plenty busy. And I’m sure Jag has better things to do.”

I wished that was true but he hadn’t been himself since his girl, Vivi, disappeared to the east coast with the CIA. “Better than playing with his godson? Un-fucking-likely.” He loved my boy as much as I did and I knew he’d make sure they were protected in my absence. “Don’t forget the sexy Halloween costume you promised me.”

She laughed. “Oh I won’t. I’ve got your measurements and everything.”

I frowned. “Wait, that wasn’t the agreement. You’re supposed to have the sexy costume.”

One hand pressed against my chest and Rocky took a step back. “No, you said, ‘make something sexy for me for Halloween’ and I did.”

“You little minx.”

She giggled, fucking giggled and all the blood in my body made a short trip to my cock. “Damn right. Besides, every good cowboy needs a horse.”

“A horse?”

“Yep. Dallas is going to be a cowboy.” Her smile was filled with mischief. “I’ve never ridden a horse before.”

“Damn I love you, Rocky.” She laughed as my mouth scraped against her neck, her throat and across her collarbone. She was as delicate as she was tough and it was a combination I couldn’t resist.

“That’s good cowboy, because I love you too.”

It never got old to hear and it never failed to get my blood good and hot, and thick like molasses. “Is Baby Dallas still sleeping?”

“For another half hour. At least.” Her voice was already breathy, thick with desire as her arms tightened around me. Pulled me close so her lips could devour me, so her tongue could taste every inch of my mouth while my hands slid down her back and under her robe. One hand squeezing ass cheeks so round from having my baby while the other slipped inside the opening of her robe and between the folds of her pussy. Hot and slick. For me. “Don’t make me wait, cowboy.”

Did I mention that I loved it when she called me cowboy? Two fingers slid into her slick pussy, deep and she let out a low moan that had me ready to take her, hard and fast in the kitchen. But my cock wouldn’t come out until she had at least one orgasm—maybe two—because nothing felt better than sliding in to a dripping and pulsing pussy. When that first orgasm poured from her, I was wild like an animal, shoving down my sweatpants and lifting her before impaling her on my hard cock. “Oh fuck, Rocky. You’re so fucking wet.”

“That’s all you, big guy.” She smiled and licked a trail of wet heat up my neck while I held her, thrusting deep. “I’m going to miss this while you’re gone.”

I thrust deeper and harder, using my body to keep her where I wanted her, fucking her so hard, she’d miss me every damn second I was away from her. She cried out and clenched around me, letting out that little half-grunt, half-sigh that always accompanied her orgasms. With Rocky limp in my arms, I held her and pounded my way to orgasm, skin tingling at the way she scraped her teeth along my skin. “Oh fuck, Rocky babe!”

She laughed and dropped her head on my shoulder, tightening her legs around my waist. “Good job, cowboy. That’ll tide me over until you come back.” She kissed me again and slid down my body before tightening her robe and stepping away. “Go say goodbye to your son before you leave.”

I wasn’t ready to leave, hell I hadn’t spent more than a day or two away since Dallas was born and I wasn’t sure I could do it.

But I would. For my family, I’d do anything.

Chapter Four - Max