Holiday Havoc (Reckless Bastards MC 7)

“I can never get enough of you.” The words came out of me on a growl as I looked up at my woman, her sex juices smeared all over my face. Mandy’s pale skin was all flushed and beautiful from the orgasm that I’d just given her. White blonde hair stuck up in all directions since she’d recently let her pixie cut grow out, giving her the appearance of a sexy little nymph. One that I wanted another taste of.

No, that wasn’t right. I needed another taste of her. So I took it, leaning forward and sliding my tongue between swollen pussy lips before wrapping my lips around her fat, slick clit. “Mmm, babe. Savior, yes!” Those moans, they always got to me and my cock was already hard, ready to slam into her and make her come again because nothing was as magnificent as Mandy coming apart.

All over my face.

“Oh, God!”

Yeah, that was the sound I couldn’t get enough of, so I just closed my eyes and let my lips and my tongue do the work. She was so damn primed from her last orgasm that she shot off like a rocket, fast and out of this fucking world. “Mandy.”

“Savior,” she grinned as I climbed up her body, dotting her sensitive skin with kisses until I got her mouth. “You’re teasing me.”

“I am but only because it’s one of my favorite things to do.” I never thought about shit like falling in love, not even when I was falling in love with the woman in my arms, pressing her soft lips to the crook of my neck, but Mandy turned me into someone else.

She pushed at my chest, her smile full of mischief. “Then it’s only fair that I return the favor, right?” Before I could say another word her lips moved down my body but it was the weight of her tits, the pressure of her hard tipped nipples as they scraped down my body that totally fucking unraveled me. “Mmm.” That hum of pleasure as she fisted my cock, like she was enjoying this as much as me, made me grow even harder.

Fuck, I was so goddamn hard it took everything in me not to thrust into her mouth and fuck it. The way Mandy gave head, like it was as erotic for her as it was for me, always sent me to another fucking planet. Another world that only reminded me that women like her existed and a few lucky bastards out there—like me—got to experience a passion like this. “Oh fuck!”

She released me with a smack of her lips and smiled. “That must be the spot,” she laughed and before I could respond she had her lips wrapped around me again, taking me deep. My hips began to move on their own but instead of backing off, she took more of me until the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. “Mmm,” she moaned around me and I was lost.

Gone.

Adrift in a sea of sensations too powerful to put a name too. Hell, too powerful to do anything but experience them. Experience the feel of her warm, wet lips wrapped around my cock, the scrape of her tongue that sent ripples of electricity through my veins.

“Fuck. Sweet fucking Mandy.” She moaned like the sound of my voice turned her on, like my cock was the only thing she needed to be happy. “Oh fuck, baby. Yeah.” She took me deep and swallowed, squeezing a vise around my cock until my spine began to tingle. The tip of her tongue slid along the underside of my nut sac and I was a fucking goner.

My body trembled and convulsed as pleasure erupted out of me. Every pore was on fire while Mandy drank me dry, and then she kept sucking just because the little fucking tease loved to hear me moan. “That almost makes us even.”

I laughed and pulled her up so we were face to face, side by side, labored breaths mingling together and wearing matching smiles. “If we’re even that means I owe you another,” I told her, making her laugh.

“Too bad you don’t have the time for that.” Her smile dimmed just a little as worry clouded big green eyes because she knew this time together, amazing as it was, had neared its end. “Be careful.”

“I’m always careful, babe.” Both of my hands reached around her and grabbed her ass so every inch of her silky skin was flush against me. “Let’s not talk about that now, tell me about your good news.”

She smiled. “You distracted me masterfully, babe.” Her lips brushed my jaw softly and I shivered. “My chocolate line has done so well that Drake wants me to create a signature box of chocolates for the casino!” Her face lit with happiness and I couldn’t deny that I wore an equally goofy fucking grin.

“Damn baby, that’s fucking great!” She’d worked hard to get Drake to let her sell her own creations under her name, and it had done so well that she was now the confectioner in all of Las Vegas. “Congratulations. Does this warrant a congratulatory lick?”

Mandy’s head fell back and soft wisps of blonde hair hit the black pillows in my bedroom at the clubhouse. “I got plenty of licks and gave a lot too so don’t worry. I

t’s really fucking exciting though, right?”

“So exciting, babe. Feel free to drip the chocolate on me if you need a tester.” Another great thing about falling in love with a pastry chef? All the fucking sweets that were constantly around. “Maybe more of that body paint you made.” That had been a fun fucking night and I could tell she was thinking about it too by the way her skin flushed pink.

“It was just chocolate, Savior, with food brushes. I’ll break that out when you come back to me. Safe and in one piece.” This woman could slay me like no other.

“You seriously think I’m gonna let some stupid fucking cartel assholes stop me from making it back to you? There is no one on this fucking planet that could keep me from you.”

“Good.” She sighed and sat up, turning to me when I sat up beside her. Mandy cupped my jaw with one hand, love and worry written all over her beautiful face. “Because it’s not just me relying on you anymore, Savior.” Her words lingered in the air between us for several long fucking moments, hanging in the air. Thick and terrifying. I knew I was going to be a father and I was still adjusting to the idea.

“Mandy, babe, say the words. Tell me right out.”

“We’re having twins. Twins!” She blew out another breath. “I know this isn’t the ideal time to tell you but now it looks like this cartel shit might go on for a while and well, I didn’t want to add to your stress.”

Oh, fuck that. “Baby you never add to my stress. You are the only person that takes it all away. Always.” All the tension fled her body at my words and I turned into her hand, kissing the center of her palm. “We’re having fucking twins. Two babies. I can’t fucking believe it.” The idea of one baby had me popping antacids like a man on death row, the idea of two was so fucking terrifying I had no frame of reference for it. Not war. Not biker war. Nothing.

“But you’re happy, right?”

“Are you serious?” I cupped her face in my hands, smiling so damn big I thought my mouth might split at the corners. “Over the fucking moon!” That was the truth and though I would like to have put a ring on her finger first, I wouldn’t change a damn thing about any of it. “We’re having two fucking babies!”