Patch (Silver Saints MC)

I took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob, only to halt again when I heard her groan. “Don’t you remember last time? Alyssa, he was even worse with Phoenix than he was with Arrow! Good grief, woman! I can’t go through another eight months of that!”

A giant smile spread across my face when I realized what Willa was talking about. She was pregnant again.

I mentally rolled my eyes at her dramatics. Yeah, I’d probably gone a little overboard with my protectiveness when she was carrying our sons, but I hadn’t been that bad…okay, maybe I could lighten up.

“Maybe I could go stay with my parents for a few—”

Fuck that. The kids were with her parents, so we would be uninterrupted while we discussed this.

I burst through the door, and Willa shrieked, jumping a foot away from where she’d been standing. The expression on my face must have clued her in because she whispered, “Gotta go.”

Alyssa said something else, and Willa glared at her cell phone. “I hope Bear locks you in a padded room the next time you get pregnant,” she grumbled, then hung up.

I stalked toward her, and she backed up until she was pressed against the wall.

“Are you pregnant, Willa?”

She squeaked and pressed her lips together, her eyes darting around as if searching for something to distract me. Then she sighed. “You obviously already figured it out.”

I collared her neck with one hand and splayed the palm of the other over her belly. “Willa, I want to hear you tell me. We do not keep secrets from each other.”

Guilt flashed across her face, and her shoulders sagged with defeat. “You’re right. Yes, I’m pregnant, but you can’t be like you—”

I covered her mouth with mine, cutting off whatever she’d been about to say. “Pregnant,” I mumbled against her lips in wonder before diving back into the kiss. Willa was always sexy, but there was just something about her being pregnant that made the caveman inside me beat his chest.

When Willa’s body had gone soft and she was pliant in my arms, I lifted my head and looked down at her. “You’re happy about the baby?”

She frowned and poked me in the chest with her index finger. “Of course, I am! I would never be upset to have our babies.”

“Then why would you want to hide it from me?”

“Because you won’t let me do anything! You hover, and you micromanage, and it drives me crazy!”

Her hazel eyes were lit with fire, and it turned me on like crazy when she got all worked up like that.

“I’ll try to be better,” I promised, trying not to notice how her tits were bouncing with her choppy breaths. But I’d been so focused on the revelation that she was pregnant, I hadn’t noticed she was only wearing a bra and panties. I hadn’t put a shirt on this morning, so her silky skin pressed against my flesh.

“Yeah, right! You won’t even fuck me like you did before even though the doctor said it wouldn’t hurt me! You treat me like I’m made of glass!”

I’d been fighting my need so we could finish our conversation, but her statement snapped my control like a dried twig. My mouth slammed down on hers, and I grabbed a fistful of her lacy panties and ripped them away. I was wearing a pair of loose athletic shorts, so they dropped to the ground with a single shove, and my cock sprang free.

The tip was beading with precome, and it smeared across her belly as I kicked away my shorts. The sight made me feel even more territorial, like I’d just marked her as mine in a primal way. She moaned, and her arms locked around my neck as I palmed her ass and raised her up to the right height. Then I pressed her against the wall and slammed my big, long cock into her tight channel. Willa cried out, her back bowing and shoving her tits up. I wrapped her legs around my waist and used the wall as leverage to keep her up while I pounded in and out of her.

My hands came up and cupped her perfect globes, giving them a squeeze before yanking down the cups. They sprung free, and her nipples were hard and pink, begging for attention. I dropped my chin and scraped the tips with my beard, then groaned when a violent shiver wracked her body, causing her inner walls to spasm and clamp around my length.

“Oh, fuck, Willa,” I rasped. “Two kids and you're still virgin tight. Fuck!”

Kids…”Oh, shit. I’m being too rough—”

Willa’s whole body clenched, making stars spin in front of my face as she dragged her nails down my scalp and back until she grabbed my ass. Her hips undulated, taking me deeper with every thrust, and I couldn’t remember what the fuck I’d been about to say.