Never Give You Up (Snakes Henchmen MC 4)

I squint my eyes a little. She seems a little frantic all of a sudden. Is she scared that I'll just walk away like her brother wants? Or is she just scared to marry this guy knowing he'll try to be a father to my kid? Won't fuckin' happen!

“I promise.”

Closing her eyes, she breathes deeply with a sigh of relief.

“You have to leave, Jett.”

I pull her closer, her little body molding into mine like it was made to be there. I don't like that she's lost weight. Those once perfect curves of hers seem to be shrinking, and that is beyond fucked up in her condition. She's fixing to be four months pregnant, and she's losing weight. Fuck!

“I know I’ve said this already, but you've lost weight. It's not healthy in your condition, Maria.”

“I know.” She lowers her eyes for a second. “I'm just never very hungry.”

“You have to eat. No matter what's going on, you have to take care of this baby. Promise me, Maria.”

She smiles sweetly, and it sends bolts of lightning to my damn cock. “I promise. Now you have to leave before my brother finds you here and does something terrible.”

“I'm not leaving yet. Your brother isn't home. I made sure of it before I came here. There's also one guard inside the house. The rest are around the perimeter, making sure everything is as it should be. If they did their damn jobs correctly, they would have seen me sneak in here. As it is,” I wink.

She doesn't smile or say anything she just looks at me. I lean in and take a lungful of her scent, the same scent that drove me insane the night I took her body for my own. Her hair smells of flowers and rain. Her skin smells of soap and perfume and everything that is perfect in this world.

“Don't worry,” I tell her. She nods, but she's not convinced. I'm not going to stand here explaining it to her. I'm wasting time, and I don't have much of it before I need to get the fuck out of here. I tug her as close as I can get her, our eyes locked, and there's a monster in me dying to get out and ravage her.

My lips are on hers, and I don't know how they got there, but I can't stop now. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, almost scalping me to get me where she needs me. I grab her heart-shaped ass in my hands and lift her up and against my body, her legs lock around my waist and I turn us and pin her against the glass doors. Maria rocks her hips, rubbing her hot pussy against my stomach, and my goddamn fucking dick is so hard it's painful behind my jeans.

She's wet. Her panties are soaked, I can feel it seeping through my shirt. I have to have her right now; there's no fucking way I can leave here without fucking her. To hell with the fact I'm in the home of Don Vidal. I don't give a shit that this woman is his baby sister. I don't even care that he's threatened to kill me more than once should I ever come near her again. I'm Jett, Vice President of Snakes Henchmen MC! Ain't no motherfucker I'm scared of. Ain't no motherfucker gonna take what's mine, and she is mine. Goddamn, is she ever mine!

“Jett, please,” I know what she wants, and I'm gonna give it to her.

As fast as I can, I unbuckle my belt, tear down my zipper, and push my jeans around my thighs. Her little moans spur me on. Her panties to one side, no time to tear them off, I push into her, deep inside on the first thrust. I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head in pleasure.

I grab her face with my hand while thrusting hard into her tight little body. I want her to look at me. I need to know she sees me. “No matter what, you will always be mine. Tell me, Maria!” I demand.

She grinds her pussy into me, her eyes holding mine like no one ever has before. There's a little monster inside of her also. She's not shy she wants it lowdown and dirty. Never believed in soulmates before, but I have to wonder if she ain't mine.

“Tell me,” I hiss and slam into her. She screams each time I do, clutching at me, fucking me back as hard as she can.

“Tell me you're mine first!”

I growl like a fuckin' animal. I almost fuckin' roar!

“I'm yours.” I grit through my teeth. Nothing has ever been more truthful than what I've just said.

I'm losing it, ain't gonna be able to stop myself from coming.

“And I'm yours, Jett. For as long as you want me.” Always! That's how long I want her. “Oh, god! Please, please!” Ass in my hands, my lips on her throat, I fuck her so damn hard the glass is groaning with the force of my thrusts. “Oh. My. I'm coming...!”

I crush my mouth against hers. Her brother might not be home, but her guard is. Having someone find us like this won't be fuckin' good. Her brother will do more than kill me.

Her tight cunt contracts around my throbbing cock and I'm gone, I can't stop the coiling in my gut, the tug of my balls as I shoot my seed deep inside of her. Didn't even think about a condom, but it ain't like I can knock her up twice.

I hold her against the window for long minutes, her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder. Stroking her hair and kissing her head. I shouldn't have come here and done this, but there's something about her that I can't quit, or is it the fact I don't seem to have a fucking choice when it comes to my child and what happens to it that's making me crazy like this?

When I leave here tonight, will it be the last time I see her until the baby is born?

Will I even see her then?

God only knows. However, I have four days to figure something out. No matter what it takes, this woman will be mine. The thought of some other guy's hands on her, his cock inside of her, him being a father to my kid, churns my fuckin' gut.

“Everything'll be all right.” However, as I say the words, I don't believe them.

Chapter Nine

Jett

What are you doing out here all alone?”

I smile as my youngest brother slaps me on the back before taking a seat beside me. “Just thinkin', Max.”

I don't know what brought me to my parent's place tonight. I guess I didn't feel like being alone, which is laughable when I'm in the backyard, drinking beer, alone. Well, I was until Max decided to join me.

Max is almost thirteen, tall for a kid his age, a skater who never wants to be a biker. Unlike VJ, who wants nothing more than to join the Snakes already. The only trouble with that is the fact everyone can see he's not right in the head.

Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, but he's insane. He doesn't feel a damn thing for anyone or anything. He never shows any emotions that would let us know he has a heart somewhere in that cold, hollow chest of his. Every negative feeling possible, he'll feel it. He's possessive, obsessive, quick to anger. Fourteen years old and he's been in more fights than most grown men. He's also been sexually active since he was twelve. I shouldn't know this about him, but VJ sat with Tank and me one night and told us what he'd

done. He was so damn proud of himself. Tank and I? We were beyond shocked. We were both sexually active at young ages, but not that young! I'm not sure anyone else I know was either.

I dare not tell my parents about it, and I told VJ to keep his mouth shut too, they'd lock him the fuck up if they found out. Not my dad so much, but mom would kill him.

It took my dad until Willow was almost killed to realize there was something very wrong with his middle son. I don't believe for one-second VJ found what happened to Willow funny, but the boy was beyond fascinated when he looked at her.

I've never before that moment or since known my dad to strike any of his kids. However, he did that day. He dragged VJ out of Willow's room and smacked him with the back of his hand right across the face. My dad is a big guy, and any child would have cried out in pain. Not VJ, he just smirked like it was all fun and games to him.

That's the day my father knew for sure something was very wrong. A few days later, my parents took him to see a psychiatrist, who then told my parents, after two months of therapy sessions, that he fully believed VJ to be emotionally detached, and that he didn't think VJ was capable of ever knowing the emotion of love. He also believed VJ was bordering on a psychotic disorder, though he’d need more tests to determine if this was correct. The doctor didn’t want to diagnose VJ until he was sure.

VJ? Well, that boy just laughed it off like it was nothing. He told Dad how he didn't care what anyone thought, and how he wouldn't go to any more sessions. If Dad forced him, he'd make everyone sorry.

Mom was so upset by it all. All she wanted was to protect her son. She didn't want to believe anything was wrong with him. VJ played on this, played on Mom's emotions, pulled at her heartstrings, manipulated her into thinking there was nothing wrong with him, which made Mom stop the sessions and just let him be. Wrong in my opinion, but he's not my kid.

“Are you thinking about Maria?”