Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC 3)

I squeezed his hand and nodded. I couldn’t force him to try again with me. And to be honest, I was kind of relieved.

“Okay.”

He let the air out of his lungs with a whoosh.

“You sure? I’m happy to adopt again. I couldn’t love Pate more if I’d been there for her birth. Cass either.”

I blinked back tears. I’d been afraid to disappoint him. But he really didn’t seem to care if we couldn’t do it the old-fashioned way.

“I know you love Pate. I just wanted to give you another one.”

“Babe, I have way more than I ever expected out of life.” He kissed me and I sighed. “So much more.”

I was surprised as he ran his hands over my body.

“I expected to die alone, a cranky old man with axel grease and hot sauce for blood. Instead, I have an amazing family and a beautiful wife I can’t keep my hands off.”

“So, you still want to . . .?”

“Want to? Babe, are you kidding? This has been tearing me up inside. I need to.”

I sighed as he guided me back to the bed and started stripping.

“Are you going to get a condom?”

He shook his head.

“That’s the part I didn’t want you to get mad about.”

I sat up again, resting on my elbows.

“Mason St. James! What did you do?”

“I got snipped.”

My jaw dropped.

“When?”

“Last week.”

“That’s why you’ve been doing . . . other things?”

Mase had been spending hours with his tongue between my legs every night. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to spoil me like that, but he hadn’t tried to fuck me in days. Now I knew why.

He nodded and slid his hand under my nightie. I wasn’t wearing panties. My head fell back as he gently toyed with my folds.

“You think I could stay away from you? Even with a broken dick, I want you.”

He was smiling softly at me when I lifted my head again. I had to scold him. He’d kept something from me. We’d promised each other not to keep secrets a long time ago.

“You should have told me.”

“I know.” He climbed on top of me. “But I would rather risk your anger than your life.”

Tears filled my eyes as Mason nudged his cock inside me.

“You did this for me?”

“I’m a selfish bastard,” he growled. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist fucking you.”

“I can’t resist you either, Mase.”

My arms wrapped around his neck as he started to move inside me. It felt like magic, every time. My man knew exactly how to please me.

His beard tickled my throat as he kissed me, his tempo slowly increasing. We were making love, and there was no end goal except loving each other. It didn’t feel pointless though. I had been worried about that. It felt beautiful. Loving and little bit filthy. The same as ever.

And when we came together a little while later, I wasn’t thinking about making babies at all.

I was just thinking how much I loved him.

It was enough. We were enough the way we were. We were enough.

I slept soundly for the first time in months.

Chapter Eighteen

Kelly

I rubbed my eyes, not sure where I was for a minute. It was quiet and I was in an unfamiliar place. Then I saw the hulking man in the chair across from the bed, watching me. With a rush, everything came back to me.

Hotel. Check. Crazy good sex. Check. Big, bad ass biker. Check.

“Cain?”

“Yes, baby girl.”

“What time is it?”

“Just after midnight.”

I sat up abruptly.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry. I must have . . .”

“Passed out cold from coming so hard?”

I blushed and pulled the covers up to shield my breasts. I was naked. I could still feel his touch and I felt a little sticky below the waist. My hair was still damp too.

“Um . . . yes?”

He cracked a smile. I could see the white glint of his teeth in the dark room. It sent a shiver down my spine.

“Don’t worry. I got food.”

“How did you know I was hungry?”

I was hungry. Ravenous, really. And room service was probably closed by now.

He just shook his head.

“I always know what you need, Princess.”

“Oh.”

He kind of did, didn’t he? I couldn’t argue with that. He seemed to anticipate everything I needed, even if I didn’t realize I needed it.

“Scoot back. I need some room for this.”

I sat against the headboard, watching as he rolled in a cart and laid out trays on the bed. He poured me a drink and handed me a glass of sparkling water with lemon. He even had fresh ice.

He held up the remote and passed it to me.

“Pick a movie.”

I scanned the choices, realizing there were tons of flicks I had been dying to see. Two romcoms, an action flick, and a dystopian teen movie based on a book I had read.