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Blade
They say there are few things that can bring a man to his knees but the sight of this woman in front of me naked is one of them. In fact, I’ve been on my knees for an hour worshipping her body like no one else has. She’s perfection and I love every second of being with her.
“Is it weird fucking me with a belly?” she asks nodding toward the bump on her stomach.
“Hell no. It’s sexy as fuck. You look amazin’ like this. In fact, I like it so much I think you should stay like this all the time.” Lola giggles as I slip in and out of her. The last month and a half the woman has been insatiable. Every chance she gets she riding my dick like a rodeo.
“You feel so good,” she moans as I thrust into her a little harder. Her back arches, her belly rising.
God I never thought I’d be one of those men that liked to fuck a pregnant woman but damn this is hot. I don’t think about that baby as Ryan’s. I think about it as mine. My seed, my child. It’s mine regardless, although the idea of actually having one of my own has crossed my mind. I thrust a little harder, hitting her deeper. Lola claws at my chest trying to pull me closer.
“You want me, Lola?” I growl before biting her nipple between my teeth.
“Oh, God! Yes, Blade. Just like that,” she cries out for me. I love hearing her say my name like that. All throaty and hot.
Gripping her hips in my hands, I plunge into her roughly. Her tits bounce with each thrust of my hips and my dick hardens just watching them. I slip a hand between us and circle her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her wiggle beneath me.
“I’m gonna...”
The words don’t even finish leaving her mouth when she explodes around me. I pump her full of my seed, loving the sated look on her face. I pull out of her and drop to her side, pulling her into me.
“Goddamn you fuck me so good,” I mumble, pulling her as close as I can get her. Lola doesn’t say a word, just lies here in my arms. Contentment washes over me. This is what I was born to do. I was born to be a family man. I was born to love. I can feel it in my bones no matter how hard I try to deny it.
“You think I’m gonna be a good dad?”
Lola shifts and looks up at me. “Of course I do. You are an amazing person, Blade. You fought for your country, you fought for me. Why would even ask me that?”
“I’m just worried that I’ve been in this life too long. Ten years of this is a long time, babe. I know I can be a good man. I know I can provide for you. I just don’t want to get mixed up in anything illegal once I’m out. I can’t imagine leavin’ you on your own with our baby.” The worry is there. It sits in my chest like a weight. I’m not a horrible person, but I see this club taking a different direction once I step down. The guys aren’t wired like me. Sure, they will follow me into the depths of hell, but I know that when I leave, this club is going to go further. I kept us in the light for the most part. The reason we weren’t into more than we are now is because of the respect the guys all have for me. We’ve talked about illegal ventures and hell, we even do some illegal shit, but a majority of what we do is straight by the books.
“You have nothing to worry about. You’re perfect, Blade. You’re going to be great, I know it.”
“The club’s gonna be different when I’m gone.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ransom and Neo always leaned more toward the illegal way of life, it’s just who they are and what they lived. That wasn’t me. I didn’t want it like that. When I became President, I made sure we didn’t completely fall into the dark side. We stayed in the grey area and that has worked for us. Without me at the helm, it won’t be the same. Ransom and Neo, they are street smart. They know the streets like the back of their hands. They always threw a vote on the table to take us further over that line but they never went against me.”
“They respect you. Does it bother you that they will probably change when you leave?”
It’s an honest question. One I’ve given a lot of thought to since deciding that this was the right path for me and my family.
“Truthfully, yeah. I mean, I know they can handle whatever comes their way. I don’t have any doubts about that, but they are still my family. I worry about them.” If I’m being honest, they will always be family and that isn’t something I’m willing to let go of. Knowing the route that they will take makes me nervous but just because I care so much about them.
“You know I’d never make you choose between this club and me, Blade.”
“Never said you would. I’m makin’ that choice on my own.” I roll her over and pull her lips to mine, kissing her like she’s the most important thing in the world and she is. She is something I’ve wanted for a long time but never found. When she stumbled into my life, I didn’t expect to fall for her let alone want to keep her but here we are and I know I’m not letting her go. Ever.
“Are you happy, Lola?” I ask, needing to hear her say to words. I think she is but again, we don’t know each other well although that is changing quickly.
“Very happy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much joy in my life.”
As the words leave her mouth, Diablo jumps up on the bed and lays his head across her stomach. I reach over and rub his head, wondering what the hell she did to my guard dog. He’s gone soft and it makes me laugh.
“Fuckin’ dog. Do you know I trained this fucker for three years? Three years and it takes you ten minutes to fuck that all up,” I tease her.
“I didn’t fuck it up! I can’t help it that I’m fucking amazing and Diablo knows it. Don’t you, boy?” She scratches behind his ear and his eyes slowly close. I shake my head and chuckle.
“You think he’s going to like having the baby around?” she asks.
“Look at him! Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? He already stands guard over your stomach.”
“You think he knows?” She looks at me, her brows pinched together.
“Yeah, he knows. D’s an observant dog. He senses shit no one else can, that’s why I love his broken ass,” I grumble the words.
“He isn’t broken. He’s perfect, just like his dad.”
“You keep sayin’ that and I’m gonna have to fuck you again.”
My little vixen’s eyes light up at those words. “Promise?”
