Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

Pixie was starting to really hate his reputation.

“I liked sleeping with you.”

“I did as well.” She lifted up and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I don’t want to be late for work.”

“Okay. Let’s get dressed, and I’ll treat you to breakfast at Teri’s place.”

“Oh, goody.”

“Hey, I just made you come really well, and you’re more excited about eating.”

“I’m hungry.”

She nibbled the back of his hand, and he laughed.

“Get dressed, and just go with jeans or something. It’s an MC so nothing fancy. Last thing I need is for guys to be checking you out. Second thoughts, don’t go with the jeans. I don’t think I can stand to have guys checking out your ass. It’s all mine to check out. Do you have jogger pants, or a white suit that makes you look insane?”

“Shut up, Pixie. I’ll dress like I did for my last job. Will that be acceptable to you?”

“Not really.”

“Ugh! You’re just going to have to deal with it.”

Pressing a kiss to her pursed lips, Pixie pulled out of her, and avoided actually looking at her pussy. He wondered what it would look like to see his own cum spilling from her lips.

Another time.

She jumped off the bed, and rushed toward the bathroom. So far there was no screaming or throwing shit, so he went to Chloe’s bathroom and took a pee. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he shook his head.

“I did what I had to do.”

His reflection didn’t look happy, which was crazy because he was staring at himself.

You shouldn’t have done it.

Closing his eyes, he finished his business, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands. All the time he was aware of what he’d done. Did Suzy even know or was she too distracted to care?

Leaving the bathroom, he found her back in the bedroom, finishing with the buttons on her shirt.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “You look a little troubled?”

“Nothing. Just wondering how your first day is going to go.”

“You’re actually a real sweetheart, you know that?”

“Totally. I’m a catch. You should consider yourself lucky.” He pulled up his jeans, then left the room to find his shirt on the floor.

By the time he was dressed, Suzy was finishing with her ponytail, and they were both ready. “I’m riding my bike, so you’re going to have to hold onto me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course.”

He chuckled.

“Oh, wait, I’ll just leave Chloe a note for when she gets back. Let her know not to worry.”

He waited as she did that, admiring her rounded ass. It wasn’t long before they were on his bike, heading toward the diner.

The guilt didn’t go away. It wouldn’t take long, but he’d soon forget what he did, and he wouldn’t care. Providing Suzy stayed with him, he was more than willing to get her pregnant. It was a last resort, but it was something he had to do.