I fucking wish. I didn’t think she’d recognized her double entendre, but it made me hard as fuck, nevertheless. I was saved by the sound of my phone ringing with Mac’s ringtone. I twisted my head to look at her over my shoulder. “If I get in with you, I won’t be able to hold back,” I admitted. “And that’s the prez calling, so I should really take it.”
She nodded, but a cute pout formed on her luscious lips. Shaking my head with a smile, I forced myself to leave the bathroom.
My phone was in the pocket of my jeans, so I hunted around the bed until I found them. I dug out my cell, then dragged my pants on but didn’t bother to button them.
“Prez,” I greeted.
“How’s Alyssa?”
“Satisfied and hopefully pregnant,” I said honestly.
“Figured it was like that when you took off with her. Her dad was in my office an hour ago.”
6
Bear
“Damn, that was fast,” I muttered.
“Not really surprising if she was due somewhere and didn’t show up.”
“True. What’s he know?”
“Not a conversation to have over the phone, and Alyssa should hear it, too. Patch is on his way, be there in about five. Don’t worry, I guarantee the sheriff isn’t on his tail.”
I frowned because I didn't want anyone intruding on my time with Alyssa, but especially when the only clothes she had to wear was her school uniform.
“Brigit sent some clothes with him. And food.”
It was as though he’d read my mind, which made sense considering how territorial he was over his own woman. I still wasn’t all that happy with the situation, but that helped a little. “Tell her thanks.”
“Will do.”
We hung up, and I shoved my phone back into my pants before stalking into the bathroom. Alyssa was submerged to her neck, but the rosy tips of her nipples were playing peekaboo with the suds floating on the water.
I took a deep breath and told my cock to stand the fuck down as I approached her. “Someone is coming by with supplies and clothes for us. Has an update on the situation, but I think you should stay in the bath and rest. I’ll fill you in later.” That was only partly true…I just didn’t want her around Patch, or any other male, until she had my vest on her back and my ring on her finger.
Alyssa sat up, causing rivulets of water to sluice down her neck and shoulders. Only the tops of her tits were visible, but the moisture streaking over them still made me very hungry. She distracted me when she went to stand, and I quickly grabbed her around the waist. “Baby, you can't do shit like that. You could slip and fall.” I didn’t want to think about the damage that could do to her or our baby if she was pregnant.
“I guess it is a little slippery,” she agreed, allowing me to pick her up and set her on her feet beside the tub. “Thank you.”
“You can thank me properly later,” I teased with a wink.
She cocked her head, and her smile turned mischievous. “Can I get extra credit if I do it on my knees?”
I almost swallowed my tongue, and my knees nearly buckled at the image I’d conjured of Alyssa kneeling in front of me, her plush lips wrapped around my cock and my hands clenched in her hair to hold her in place while I fucked her heavenly mouth. I was tempted to push her down right then, but the doorbell broke the spell I was under.
“Yeah, baby,” I croaked. “Anytime you want.”
She glanced at my groin, and I realized my cock had worked its way up and was straining toward her through the gap in my jeans. Precome beaded on the top when she licked her lips, and her eyes darkened. The doorbell rang again, and I cursed a blue streak as I gingerly tucked myself back in.
“Dry off and stay here until I bring you some clothes,” I commanded. She pressed her lips together in irritation, and I gathered she hadn’t appreciated my tone. But I wasn’t messin’ around. “You come out there before I bring you clothes, and you’re gonna end up tied to that bed begging me for orgasms that won't come till I feel like you’ve earned them.” Then I spun around and stomped all the way to the front door.
“Let’s get this the fuck over with,” I snarled when I opened it.
“Hello to you, too, brother,” Patch grunted from the front porch. “Earning your road name again, I see.”
“Just get in here and make this fast,” I demanded, not in the mood for games.
Patch handed me a duffel bag, and I slung it over my shoulder before stepping back to allow him to enter. He bent over and grabbed a box before sauntering inside. “Clothes and shit in the bag. I’ll put the perishables away while you take clothes to your woman.”