Bear (Silver Saints MC)

“No, I didn’t, but we’ll come back to that. First, I want to lay out some rules.” She narrowed her eyes but didn’t speak. “There will be no other men. You’re mine, and I don’t share.” She opened her mouth, but I cut her a look that had it snapping shut. “Before you ask and earn another punishment, there will be no one else for me, either. You’re all I’ll ever want. All I’ll ever need.”

Alyssa’s eyes went soft, and she beamed at me, making me feel like the sun was shining down on me.

“Second, no one is allowed to see what is for my eyes only, or they’re gonna land themselves in the nearest body dump. Which means if you have to wear this scrap of fabric to school”—I fingered her skirt before skimming my fingertips over her inner thighs—“you wear shorts. Understood?”

She nodded.

“Last, fucking you with my naked cock wasn’t an accident.” Alyssa’s mouth formed a little O, and it was hard as hell not to kiss her. “I’m going to put my kid in your belly as soon as possible. And when we get this shit cleared up—which is a whole different conversation we will be having—you’ll be moving in with me. And we’re gonna spend as much time as possible with my cock inside you until I’ve knocked you up. ”

Alyssa waited until I’d been silent for almost a full minute. Then she asked in a sassy tone, “Are you done? Can I speak now?”

I grinned because I loved her spark and winked at her. “For now.”

She rolled her eyes, but a smile played at her lips, and her eyes twinkled. “So I’m yours, and you’re mine, right?”

I nodded.

“Then no other woman gets to see what’s for my eyes only, either,” she said in a cute little growl.

“Done.”

“And you want to get me pregnant even though you’ve known me for less than a day?”

“Damn straight. I knew the second I saw you that you were mine and I wanted a family with you.”

She practically melted and smiled softly. “I want a family with you, too. I know it’s crazy and fast, but…I feel like we were meant for each other.”

I dipped my head down and brushed a sweet kiss over her lips. “That’s because we were.”

Alyssa sighed and wound her arms around my neck. “Then maybe we should keep working.”

I laughed and kissed her nose before reluctantly pulling out of her, ignoring her tempting whimper. “I shouldn’t have taken you so hard your first time,” I told her as I rolled away and got off the bed. “And I definitely shouldn’t have taken you twice. You’re going to be sore as fuck.”

“If I’m already going to be sore, what would one more time matter?” she threw out as I disappeared into the master bath. The room was huge and decorated in shades of cream, chocolate brown, and sage green. It had a shower that would fit at least six people, a Jacuzzi tub with a similar capacity, and a counter with two sinks, an attached vanity, and a small mini-fridge.

I took a washcloth from one of the cubbies under the counter, wet the fabric with warm water before wringing it out, then carried it back into the bedroom. As I approached, I answered her previous question. “Because I have no fucking control when I’m inside you, and if I take you hard again, you won’t be able to walk for a week. My fat cock stretched your little pussy to its limit, and it needs time to adjust.”

When I reached the bed, I spread Alyssa’s legs and tenderly cleaned her center. I was focused on caring for her, so I was able to control my impulse to finish the job with my tongue. However, I nearly lost it when she muttered, “Walking is overrated.”

I laughed as I tossed the damp rag into the trash since it was stained with her virgin blood. After removing her skirt. I scooped her into my arms and stalked to the bathroom.

Once I set her down on the chair at the vanity, I walked to the tub and began to fill it.

“This bathroom is so pretty,” she murmured as she took in her surroundings. I made yet another mental note for our future house.

While the bath filled, I grabbed a towel from a heated rack—I’d flipped the switch on my way back to the bedroom—and set it by the tub with a washcloth. Then I rooted around under the sink and in the linen closet until I found some toiletries. By then, the steaming water was at capacity, so I returned to my girl and picked her up again before slowly lowering her into the bath.

She sighed blissfully, and I kissed the top of her head before turning to walk away.

I stopped in my tracks when she asked, “You’re not coming?”