Page 10 of Beneath His Vow (Knocked Up and Locked Down #1)

TEN

LEXI

I can feel Nitro’s eyes on me, but ignore him as I place my straw between my lips and take a sip of my drink. The clubhouse is steadily filling with members, and I’m getting nervous. If Casey doesn’t get here soon, his entire club is going to see me wearing this dress before him.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Nitro demands, his voice amused but wary.

I slant my gaze toward him. “Having a drink at the bar?” I say the words hesitantly, as if I don’t know exactly what I’m doing.

I don’t.

His brow crawls up his forehead. “Preacher’s gonna lose his shit.”

I glance down at myself, because he’s not wrong.

My dress isn’t sexy or revealing. It’s soft.

The daisies scattered among the white fabric are feminine in a way I rarely am, and it drapes over the curve of my stomach, now big enough that there is no mistaking I’m eighteen weeks pregnant.

Nitro’s right.

Casey’s absolutely going to lose his shit when he sees me, which is why I put it on.

I don’t know what changed in the last week or so, but I cannot get enough of my husband.

Every inch of my body feels like it’s on a razor wire of need. I find myself clenching my thighs together every time he’s in my presence, just to stop from mounting him like a feral dog.

Not that he minds. He’d have me on my back, bent over his desk, on the counter—every place imaginable—all day long if I asked for it.

But seducing my husband makes these little moments between fun. I like seeing that wild look in his eyes when he takes in my changing body.

Aside from the bump, which is getting bigger every day, my hips are fuller, my thighs too.

Don’t even get me started on my boobs. My husband is obsessed with all of it.

“It’s just a dress, Nitro. It’s not like I walked in here in my underwear.”

He shakes his head before he takes a sip of his drink. “You two are gonna be the death of me by the time this baby comes.”

I grin. “I’ll make sure you have a nice funeral.”

He scowls, but I’m no longer paying attention because there is a subtle change in the air, the way it feels before a storm rolls into town. The brothers shift on their feet, restless, ready, as if they are bracing for the fallout.

I don’t have to turn to know what caused the change.

It’s Casey.

It’s always him.

Nitro blows out a breath, his attention over my shoulder. “If you’re gonna fuck at least put up a note or lock the door. I’m still mentally scarred from last week.”

He’d walked into the garage while Casey had me bent over the car he was working on, my panties around my ankles, my legs kicked apart. It wasn’t my finest moment, but I don’t regret anything either.

I smirk. “Sorry, but I have no control over Casey. He takes me when he wants me.”

“Which is all the fuckin’ time,” Nitro grumbles under his breath.

He’s not wrong. He can’t keep his hands off me, and I don’t mind. My husband only has to breathe in my direction and I’m turned on.

“Good luck.” He slides his bottle onto the bar and then makes himself scarce a second before familiar hands slip onto my hips.

For the briefest second it’s not Casey’s hands on me.

It’s his.

James.

Fuck, where did that come from?

I flinch, and hope that Casey thinks it’s because I wasn’t expecting his touch.

I’m safe here.

This room, these people, they’re family. And Casey would cut off his own fingers before he hurt me.

But muscle memory is a bitch, and my body remembers how it feels to be touched unexpectedly. I force myself to relax, to smile and breathe through the panic curling inside me.

Fuck.

It’s not him.

It’s Casey.

My husband’s mouth glides down my throat, and I tilt my head for him. It’s Casey.

It’s my home.

“That’s a beautiful little dress,” he murmurs against my skin.

His voice anchors me, and I let go of the tension in my bones. I’m safe.

Casey’s hand slides down to my bump, cupping the underside of it and I forget about James, his wandering hands and remember why I walked in here dressed like this. “I wanted to be pretty for you.”

“You’re not pretty, Lexi. You’re a fuckin’ work of art. You’re perfection. A dress doesn’t change that.”

I slide my hand over his, turning slightly so I can kiss him. My handsome fucking man. Take control back. Don’t let fear undo who you are.

I want Casey. I walked in here so he could leave me sore and sated.

Fuck anything else but that.

“This work of art is horny as all hell.”

His lips twitch. “Does my good girl need taking care of?”

“I need you inside me, Casey.” I need him to remind me I’m his, that nothing can change that. I need him to erase the touch that sits on my skin still.

Casey doesn’t care that we are not alone. He drags my dress up my thighs, stopping before I’m exposed. Then his hand slides between my legs. I spread them as far as I can on the stool. My breath catches as he rubs me through my panties. “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?”

“Yes, please.”

I rest my head back against his chest, and his free hand is a band above my bump. “What am I going to do with my greedy little wife?”

“Give me what I need.” I whimper as the pressure in my core builds.

I don’t care that we have an audience. I’m only focused on how his touch feels, but clearly, Casey does. His face stays buried in my neck as he hollers, “Everyone out!”

“Casey…” I rasp his name, somewhere between a prayer and a demand, squirming against his touch. “You can’t expect everyone to leave.”

But he can because the room is suddenly quiet, still in a way that tells me there’s nobody here now.

The perks of being the president, I guess.

“No one gets to see you come but me,” he murmurs against my neck.

Oh damn.

He slides his fingers along the waistband of my panties, then he is inside them, his fingers stroking through my wetness.

It feels obscene to have my legs spread, my fingers gripping the edge of the bar, his hand inside my panties in a room that was busy only moments ago.

With his fingers inside me, and the pressure against that sensitive bundle of nerves, I can feel my orgasm building. My legs twitch, my thighs clench as he works that bundle of nerves until I can’t catch a moment between my ragged breaths.

“Casey!” I rasp his name as my climax tears through me, love and passion mixing until I can’t focus on anything but existing at this moment.

Not only am I seeing stars, I’m pretty sure I’m floating among them.

My heart is hammering as he slides out of my underwear, trailing his fingers along places that are already too sensitive. Then he helps me onto my feet.

Before I can react, he bends me over the bar, my bump grazing against the edge. I feel my dress flip over my ass, and then my panties are torn down my legs and Casey kicks them apart.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he says, wrapping his hands around my stomach as he plunges into me from behind.

I toss my head back, letting out a strangled cry as my body stretches wide around his thickness. His hands protect our baby from hitting the edge of the counter as he drags back, every inch of him scraping over my insides in a delicious way, and then slams back inside me.

My legs are wobbly, my vision hazy, and my body is singing.

I collapse my weight onto the bar, no strength left in me as my husband fucks me like he’s possessed. Every thrust burns and stretches, every drag of his length inside me sets off micro explosions of pleasure.

“I love fucking you like this.” He groans, slamming into me.

The sound of our bodies meeting each other’s is loud in the quiet.

“Do you have any idea how perfect you look? Bent over, your bump hanging down while I fill you with my seed. I want to see my cum running down your thighs. I want you to feel my seed on your skin for days after I’m finished marking you.

I’m gonna keep you pregnant forever, Lexi.

I’m gonna keep this belly big and round. ”

I curl my toes into my sandals, as if I can grip onto the last tether of sanity. I’m not sure if I’m still breathing, or just dragging in whatever air I can get as he keeps his grip like iron around our baby.

“Even your cunt knows who owns it,” he growls. “You feel it sucking me into your sweet pussy, taking every inch of me like the good girl you are?”

I can’t think, only focus on the sensations ripping through me and the strangled cries tearing out of my mouth. Every time he pushes deeper, grinding up against that place inside me, my vision whites out.

“More… I need more.” I don’t care that I sound desperate. I am. We’re both walking the line of control, teetering on an edge that we might fall off at any moment.

“Listen to you, begging for my cock like a needy little thing.” He keeps his fingers splayed over my belly, but the other circles my clit, and I hang onto the bar like it’s the only thing keeping me upright, because it is.

“Fill me up, Casey. Make me yours…” I push back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“You wanted to tease me with this pretty little dress, didn’t you? Show everyone this body is carrying everything that’s mine?” His voice is thick, cracked with barely held together restraint.

His rhythm falters as he twitches and jerks so deep, so hard inside me I’m not sure what’s pain and what’s pleasure. Maybe it makes me just as fucking crazy as him, because I welcome both.

“You need me to prove to them that you’re mine?”

My nails claw at the bar, my breath caught somewhere between my chest and the tight muscles in my throat.

His hips jerk hard, and he lets out a guttural groan, his body tensing like a wire twisted to breaking point as he spills inside me.

I come with a muffled scream, my face buried in my arm, the smell of wood and stale beer beneath my nose.

“Fuck,” he hisses, slowing as he drains every drop of himself into my pussy. “You have no idea how turned on I am right now, knowing you’re filled with my seed and my baby. Your pretty ass and cunt glistening with me.”

Fuck.

I clench around him. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.