Boss (Steele Riders MC)
I grip her hair and pull her free from my big cock and stare at her swollen lips. Fuck, she’s so damn sexy. Her tits look ripe as hell with her top partially open. “You’re my queen, so it’s time to get off your knees. I want your pussy.” I lift her up off the floor and lay her on her back.
“You know I love swallowing your load,” she says, looking up at me with a smirk on her face.
“I know, beautiful, but I love filling your sweet hole with all my seed,” I growl against her ear, kissing her throat before I slide into her pussy. “I always think I’m going to get lucky and knock you up again.” We fuck hard and fast until we both come.
“By the way, you’re more than lucky. You’re a crack shot, Mr. Rhoades. You’re a marksman.”
“What?” he gasps.
“I’m pregnant.”
“What?”
“Yes. I’m pregnant again.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I can’t believe it either. The doctor thought maybe after Irina that I wouldn’t be able to have more since I’m going through the stages of menopause, but I guess with her birth, my hormones are rejuvenated or something.”
“Are you happy?”
“Of course. I feel great, and I promise to take care of myself. I’m sure you will take care of me and have a dozen other people watching over me like hawks. I can’t go anywhere around Steeleville without a dozen guys in leather vests trailing me anyway.”
“You’re right about that, babe. I’m ecstatic about it, and I will be taking extra care of you. Although after this little one, I swear I’m getting fixed. Maybe I should get it done already.”
“Let’s not worry about all that right now. It’s time to celebrate.”
“No, you’re going to go out and have a good time with Roxie now that you got a good dicking, and then come home and rest. I’ll take care of my princess now that I’ve satisfied my queen.”
“I love you too,” she says with a giggle. She pats my cock and runs into our bathroom to wash up. Twenty minutes later, the women are gone.
Twenty Years Later
“Pops, how’s it going?” Liam Jr. says, walking into the bar as I hang Christmas lights around the ceiling fixtures. I step down to greet my son, wrapping him up in a bear hug before letting him go to get a good look at the man he’s becoming. He’s in his first year of college, but you’d think he’d been gone five years because he has changed so much. His beard has although closely shaved is thicker than I remember.
Goodness, the boy looks just like me, standing at six feet tall, broader shoulders and short black hair. Irina took after her mother which I didn’t mind a bit, but my son got my looks completely.
“Great.” At my age, I’m happy that everything is going as smoothly as it is. I’m still the owner of Panhandles in Steeleville, but it will be handed over to my son when the time is right. Irina and her husband will be coming to visit tomorrow for the holidays, but for now, I’m setting up the bar for the Christmas holidays.
“You have staff for this.” He has a point that might be for most people, but I’m not like most people my age.
“Yes, but it keeps me young, son. You know this.”
“I do.” He smiles and begins to fill a beer cooler.
“How is school?” I ask him.
“It’s great. The semester’s over, so it’s good to be home for the Christmas break.” He’s been going to the University of Michigan Ann Arbor for a change of scenery and loves it there, but it must be nice to be where it’s slightly warmer in the winter. He’s about to get a very rude awakening to the cold temps of Michigan in the middle of January and then maybe he’ll want to transfer to a school here in Texas or somewhere in the South.
“Liam, you’re home,” Esperanza says, looking beautiful as ever as she comes into the bar with her long hair in a braid hanging over her shoulder. The gray streaks through it, shining brightly and looking gorgeous.
“Mom,” he calls out, running up to her and pulling her into his arms. “You look stunning as ever.” He sets her down quickly and kisses her cheek.
“Yes, she does.” I smile at my wife of twenty years. Damn, has time gone by that fast? I live for this woman.
“What are you doing in all that leather?” He arches his brow, staring at his momma.
“Your daddy is taking me out for a ride.” She skips along to my side as if she’s a young girl again and a pull her into my arms for a kiss of my own that is anything but innocent.
“I thought you two stopped doing that a long time ago?” Liam asks, sounding a bit concerned. He rides his bike often and knows all the rules of bike safety, so he understands the risks which means he worries a lot for us. We’ve raised a good man.