Taking Her Down (Savage Brothers Second Generation 1)

“Definitely. One big enough for all the babies I’m going to give you,” Chains mumbles, moving down on the bed so he can kiss my stomach.

It feels so good that I move my hands up to his head, letting them play in his hair, my eyes closed and a smile on my face. He rests his head on my stomach and I can only think of one more thing that might make this moment perfect.

“That’s probably a good decision, considering I’m late.”

“Late?” he asks, his voice muffled because he’s kissing my stomach. I look down at him, my beautiful, crazy, possessive man and not for the first time, think of how lucky and truly blessed I am to have found him.

“Late. I mean just by a week, but still, I’m always pretty regular and…”

“I don’t understand, Kayden. What are you late for?”

“My period, Chains. I think I might be pregnant.”

His body goes solid, his face showing shock and no other emotion at all. I almost get worried but then, a slow smile starts to form and his eyes deepen in color, to the point they almost glow as they sparkle down at me.

“You’re pregnant?” he asks.

“I’m not sure, I mean, if I am, it’d be really early, but I’m late and I’ve never been late. I’m always regular like clockwork….”

“We’re pregnant!” he shouts, kissing my belly again and making me laugh.

“Whoa, I told you I’m not sure yet, but yeah, there’s a good chance I am.”

“Chance hell, you’re pregnant.”

“Well, I guess I am then, if you say it’s so, my husband.”

“Damn straight,” he mutters and then he starts kissing down my stomach and then lower, making me moan as his tongue licks against the lips of my pussy.

“What… are you doing?”

“I’m going to show my wife my appreciation for the two best wedding gifts she could have given me,” he says.

“Two?” I ask, confused. I’m not truly paying attention, since his fingers are holding me open to him, and he just moved his tongue against my clit.

“First, she’s giving me a baby….” He murmurs the words as he continues slowly teasing my clit, bringing my body awake with hunger and making me so wet that it’d be embarrassing if I didn’t already know my husband was hard and wanting me just as much.

“And second?” I gasp feeling his fingers slip inside, my hips rocking gently, needing more.

“Second, I get to tell her dad that I knocked his baby girl up,” he says and before I can laugh, or maybe even scold him, he quits torturing me and gets down to business with his fingers and that magic tongue he has. I forget about everything, other than one very important fact.

I’m a very lucky woman.EpilogueChainsOne Year Later* * *The house is quiet when I get home. That’s not totally unusual, but lately Kayden has played soft instrumental music while she’s working, because Little D likes it.

Detroit Weston Allen was born on a cold December morning and turned out to be the best Christmas present his mother or I could ever ask for. Every day with him is a new adventure and better than anything I ever knew existed. Kayden was worried I’d hate giving up life on the road, but I’ve never regretted it once. How could I? Not when I have her and Little D in my life.

I ended up joining the Savage Brothers. I didn’t put it past Dragon—the asshole that he is—to take me in as a prospect, but he didn’t. The fucker, actually had my cut and patch waiting on me when we got back from our honeymoon.

The bastard.

He gives me shit every so often, but I have to admit he’s sharp as a damn tack and I really like him—when he’s not irritating the crap out of me. I’m taking on more and more responsibility in the custom bike shop that we opened up. I enjoy it and working with bikes most days relaxes me. I do work for the club too, though Dragon doesn’t ask a lot of me right now. We both agree that me being here for Kayden and Little D is more important. I imagine when he gets older that may change some, but I’ll deal with it then.

I do like being a member of the club and if I’m honest, I like all of the guys. It’s been a good fit.

But nothing is better than this.

I look at my gorgeous wife, lying on the bed, our son asleep on her chest and my heart swells with love and pride. I walk quietly into the room, taking our son in my arms. He doesn’t make a sound, and I take him into his room, gently depositing him in his crib and switching on the monitor. I stare down at him, so full of pride that I could bust. He’s everything good in this crazy fucking world and he and his mom are my reason for existing. I kiss him gently on the forehead, caressing his tiny fingers and watching as they curl around mine, even in his sleep. I don’t know how long I stay like that, but eventually I make my way back to the bedroom, strip down and get in bed with my wife. It’s too damn early and I’m too old for a nap, but I’d have to be stupid to pass the opportunity up. I lay down beside her, reaching at the foot of the bed and pulling up the folded blanket she keeps there.