Cupid's Arrow (Devils Rejects MC 4)

—Cupid

Present Day

“Fuck, MaryAnn. I think you want to fight with me just so we can have wild ass make up sex.” I chuckle as she glares at me. “All I said was your ass felt thicker and your tits are spilling out of your bra. I didn’t call you fat, baby. C’mere.” I jerk her into me before she can get her shirt on. “I love your sexy body.” I squeeze her ass. “I love the way you feel when I’m deep inside you.” I thrust my hips. “I love the way you taste on my tongue.” I kiss her lips. “What’s with you? You seem moody as fuck.”

She pulls back looking like she is on the verge of tears. “I don’t know.” A sigh leaves her lips. “Probably PMS.” Her eyes suddenly go wide and her skin appears paler. Almost a sickly green shade. “Oh God.” Her hand flies to her mouth as she pushes around me to the bathroom to look under the bathroom sink. I can hear her in there banging around. Despite her protest after shit died down around the clubhouse with Boogeyman and his drama and Reaper claiming Harley Black, I went to Hades and put my claim on MaryAnn.

We’ve been living together for the past few weeks at my house. Getting her to leave the clubhouse was one hell of a fight that resulted in me spanking her ass in front of the club and throwing her over my shoulder. I had to get a prospect to pack up her shit and drop it off along with her car. She’s mine and I will be damned if she lives at the clubhouse where other fuckers like Zo Zo can try to fuck her like old times. I was afraid the bastard was going to challenge me, but he shook my hand and said it was about time.

It’s been an adjustment but we’re making it work. I’ve been working for Reaper and Hades made MaryAnn the bar manager. She now has set hours. Cocky’s sister Melissa needed a place to stay and Hades gave her MaryAnn’s old room. Cocky wasn’t too pleased nor were some of the other girls but what Prez says goes. Melissa isn’t a whore, but her story isn’t mine to tell.

I pursue my woman and find her sitting in the bathroom floor hugging her knees to her chest as tears slide down her cheeks.

“Hey.” I crouch down in the small space and tilt her chin up. “Look at me. What’s wrong?”

“My period’s late,” she admits.

“How late?”

“A month maybe more. I’ve not been keeping track like I should. Will you…will you go get me a test?”

I shake my head. “Nope.” She looks up at me confused and wipes at her eyes. I stretch my arm to the sink and grab a roll of toilet paper that rests on the edge of the counter. “Get cleaned up. We’ll go together. We’ll take your car since it’s raining. I’ll just be in the living room watching the game until you’re ready to go.”

Her head bobs in acknowledgment and I pull her to her feet. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ve always been careful.”

I narrow my eyes on her. I’m not upset but am a bit put out that she finds the need to explain herself. “Listen to me. I’ve been chasing your fine ass for months. I’ve claimed you. You live in my house. Sleep in my bed. You suck my dick and I fuck your sweet pussy bareback. If I was worried I woulda used a condom. If I were pissed off, I’d have no one to blame but myself. Now dry your tears and let’s go get that test. Yeah?”

“Stop being so wonderful,” she grumbles.

“Women,” I mutter and leave her to get dressed.

Ten minutes go by before she emerges. “You okay?” She’s got me on edge. Afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing. For the first time in my life I truly feel content. I don’t want to do anything to fuck this up. MaryAnn is perfect for me. She gets how important my role as VP in the club is. She knows how things work. I don’t have to explain shit to her.

A faint smile crosses her face. “Nervous.”

“I’ll drive.” Grabbing her keys from the hook by the backdoor, I go out and start the car. MaryAnn slides into the passenger side still appearing uneasy. Children is something we haven’t discussed. I don’t know if she wants a family or if she had ever considered the option being she was a club girl. I’ve never been against the idea, but I never tried to knock anyone up either.

Chapter Nine

—MaryAnn

Ryan and I are sitting outside of the drugstore in my car. Rain is beating down on the hood and we are waiting for it to die down before attempting to make a run for it. He keeps trying to talk to me, but I’d rather not say anything at all until we know for sure. I don’t want to tell him that part of me is terrified that if I am pregnant the baby might not be his. Sure, he is the only man I have had unprotected sex with but he isn’t the only man I have shared a bed with the past few months. I don’t know if the thought has crossed his mind, but this baby, if there is one could very well belong to Zo Zo.

I don’t know how to feel about it. I’m still in shock at the possibility. It’s all too fresh. Too real. I never planned on having children. I never planned on bringing a baby into this club life I live. I’m not against it but being who I am—who I was before Ryan claimed me I never thought it was a possibility. He makes me feel like anything’s possible. He encourages me

to want more. It terrifies me. I’m trying so hard to be happy, but I keep waiting for something bad to happen to bring it all crashing down. Girls like me don’t get happily ever afters. We get happily for nows.

Ryan squeezes my hand. “Stop worrying. You have me. You won’t do this alone.”

I fight the smile that is begging to stretch across my face. Most women would be excited right now but there is this nagging voice in the back of my head. It sounds a hell of a lot like that cunt Stephanie that I hate. I have never hated anyone in my life but her. She’s tried to make my life hell. The bitch is even more determined now than she was before when I was still a clubwhore. She hates the fact that a woman like me got Cupid, the VP of the Devils Rejects MC when she tried her damnedest to hook her friend up with him. Despite her best efforts he chose me.

He chose me.

I allow myself to smile at Ryan. This man proves to me that he loves me every day. He’s sweet and thoughtful. He does little things when we are apart to let me know he is thinking of me. I find random notes throughout the house when he has to go on a run or handle club business. On Sunday mornings he brings me breakfast in bed. I’m lucky and know he is one of the good ones. I need to embrace the love he’s giving instead of constantly fighting against it. Only its hard when I’ve never had anyone treat me the way he does.

“There’s my pretty girl.” His thumb rubs across my lips and I kiss the tip. The rainfall has slowed to a light drizzle. “Come on.” He exits the car and comes around to my side. I am learning that he’s a gentleman and likes to open my door when we go out. The first time we went out to eat and I got out on my own he made me get back in the car and act it out his way allowing him to open my door for me. My car door opens, and he holds his hand out for mine.

We walk into the store hand in hand. I don’t go straight for the pregnancy tests. I lead him toward the fall decorations. I’ve been wanting a wreath for the front door. I was going to make one but the ones they sell here will do. I have so much free time on my hands I don’t know what to do. I still manage the bar at the clubhouse but it’s different. A good different but I’m still not fully adapted to my new role. A few of the girls stopped talking to me. To them I’m an old lady now. It shouldn’t change our friendship, but it has. I’m an outsider now. No longer privy to the talks and giggles about the brothers and their fetishes or what have you.