Page 9 of Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #12

– LYLA –

I’d like to have you in all ways possible. His words echo inside my head. Being with Pax is easy. Sounds crazy but it really is as simple as that. I’ve been pushing him away for this reason when I ended things between us. All because it feels right and so damn flawless.

Maybe it’s why I grabbed hold of the issue of Lee and Archer hooking us up. It’s easier to accept things going to shit when a good thing feels too damn right. Yes. It does sound crazy, but for me life has been one insanity after another.

Having something so freaking perfect feels like a trap.

All while it hit me harder than ever to realize I fucked up the good thing we had.

I shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of the reason why we got together.

Instead, I should have accepted our solid chemistry and the bond we have between us.

Funny how life found a way to bring us back together again.

Even if I was too stubborn to want him back, and only went after him to let him know about the pregnancy.

Maybe deep down I hoped there was a second chance for us.

I mean, one phone call to let him know about our baby girl would have been sufficient.

Whatever. It’s clearly all in the past now with the words Pax just gave me.

Not to mention, his actions today. My brothers and father have always been protective.

It’s also the reason why I carry a gun: they taught me how to handle one when I was old enough to point and shoot.

Learning to box, practicing self-defense, and lifting weights have always been a part of my life.

These things are all knowledge and skills I’d love to teach my little girl one day. Except for the suffocating protectiveness. Luckily Pax grants me some leeway. Even if I can tell by the look on his face, he has the desire to protect me.

I guess it’s safe to say he passed the test without both of us knowing it was one. Though, it did lead me to the point where I find myself now...accepting everything this man has to give.

Orgasms, hopefully. Not just the ring around my finger he just sneakily threw at me. Well, not the ring just yet, but the promise of one. Fuck. He’s addictive. The way his tongue rubs against mine, stealing my breath, and making my heart jolt inside my chest.

“Missed your mouth,” he murmurs against my lips.

I couldn’t agree more, and I let my hands glide around his neck to pull him closer.

He groans and then pulls back to stare into my eyes. “I want to taste you. Lick an orgasm straight from your pussy to remind myself of what I’ve been missing all these fucking months.”

Is shoving him down too rude? Nah. His chuckle is making my heart skip as I help him with getting rid of my pajama pants.

“Spread your legs wide.” His voice is dripping with lust.

I greedily comply and grab the hem of my tank top to bare myself completely to him. He’s still wearing his boxers, but the huge erection straining the fabric shows how much he wants me. I’ve felt him inside me once before I pierced him.

Knowing he has a magic cross I gave him, one he’s not used on anyone? Having sex for a second time with him will be a whole new experience, and I know for damn sure it’ll be better than the first time.

Pax stares at my breasts. Gaze filled with heat when he slowly inches closer and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I groan and grab the back of his head to keep his mouth where it is: sparking pleasure throughout my body. I swear I feel every tug on my nipple between my legs.

Pax lets go with a pop and moves down my body. He stops when his lips touch my belly. His eyes are molten when they lock on my stomach. Both hands, fingers spread wide, are touching the little baby bump.

“We did this,” he croaks. “She’s ours.”

“Yes,” I breathe, emotions running high. “Ours.”

His voice is a mere whisper when he says, “You’re going to be loved in excess, little sweetness. Mommy and daddy are going to wait until you’re ready to be in our arms. Then we’re gonna show you the world so you can take it on and make it yours.”

I swallow hard at the emotions now clogging my throat. Why the hell did I push this guy away while all he wanted to do was make me the center of his universe? Exactly what he’s doing with our unborn child.

Giving Pax a second chance is actually me who is getting a shot at redemption. This time I won’t give a fuck about anything, how we got together, who said or did what. All that matters is Pax, me, our unborn child and the path leading to the future ahead of us.

Pax’s kisses move downward and my breath catches when he settles between my legs. A moan rips from me when his tongue slides through the lips of my pussy. He flicks my clit hood piercing and starts to nibble on it, making electricity shoot through my veins.

He’s teasing my opening with his fingers and I want nothing more than to feel him inside me. Dammit, everything is overwhelming and it’s as if I’m bound to explode any second. Not from an orgasm but due to plain need to have this man.

“Pax,” I groan. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”

“Not yet,” the idiot mumbles against my pussy. “I want to taste your pleasure on my tongue before I give you my cock.”

“Fancy dirty words, but meaningless if all they do is piss me off,” I growl.

The fearless man chuckles and thankfully surges up. One moment I feel the pierced tip at my drenched opening and then he’s slowly sinking inside me. The feeling is indescribable when his piercing hits all the right spots.

“Pax,” I moan when tingles spread all over my body.

He starts to move in and out, the friction a bliss, wrapping me as a gift for the orgasm that’s bound to be celebrated.

The first time we had sex I thought it was mind blowing.

I simply blamed it on my brain hyping it up because we couldn’t have sex right after I pierced him.

But damn, Pax before the piercing was...

oh fuck...he slams deep, and I detonate.

White hot pleasure courses through my veins. Outer body experience, seeing stars, screaming my lungs out, it’s overwhelming. I dig my nails in and cling to his naked body. He slowly pumps in and out, placing kisses against my neck while he murmurs sweet words.

My whole body shudders with afterglow as I slowly come down from the orgasmic cloud he put me on. Pax pushes up and makes my arms fall away from him.

“Gotta taste you,” he says, voice filled with lust.

I slightly wince when his dick leaves my pussy.

Then his tongue is warm and wet against my folds.

A gasp rips from me when he roughly shoves my legs up and buries his head against my center.

Licks, nibbles, fingers, I have no clue what he’s doing down there but all I can do is fist the sheets while he drinks down my pleasure.

My pussy is still clenching around his fingers when he surges up and leaves me empty. Not for long. The magic cross is indeed magical when it rubs inside me. Pax places his forehead against mine as he slowly takes me. It’s intimate, overwhelming, and so damn special it completely consumes me.

“You’re my treasure,” he murmurs. “The dream everyone chases which makes them wealthy. Capable of doing everything life has to offer.”

My heart skips at the sound of the truth in his voice.

“Those people are fools. Money isn’t wealth, it’s a substitute triggering endorphins which makes you believe it’s the ultimate dream. Real wealth is hearts overflowing with love to keep them beating strong and healthy, allowing our bodies to continue a future together as one.”

My throat is clogged. I want to say something, but words are lacking after what he just told me. His lips touch mine and I let my eyes fall shut to pour everything into this kiss so he can feel how his words just touched my heart.

He moans and shifts his hips, causing a burst of tingles inside me.

I claw at his back, needing him closer, deeper, harder.

His thrusts pick up and it causes a chain reaction.

My orgasm hits and I willingly drag him down with me into bliss.

We’re a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, filling the room with harsh breaths as we try to come down from this intense experience.

In all honesty? I don’t want it to end. I want to catch my freaking breath and do it all over again on repeat.

The room is booked for days so I guess we’re allowed to drown in pleasure and stay right freaking here until we’re overly sated and unable to move.

Sadly, reality crashes in way too soon when a notification off his phone rings louder than our breaths.

Pax curses. “I should check, could be work.”

Shit. How could I forget about work? Talk about urgent matters. Pretty damn selfish to think about orgasms when there’s a serial killer in town.

“Go. I’m gonna take a quick shower.” I jump out of bed and disappear into the bathroom to give him some privacy.

I can feel his cum running down my legs and turn on the shower. The water is nice and warm when I step underneath it and take my time to wash my hair and my body. Pax is fully dressed by the time I step back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body.

“What’s going on?” I ask, knowing by the way he’s dressed and ready to go he isn’t going to take me with him.

“They found another body. I’m going to head over to the scene and swing by the forensic pathologist to make sure I get the autopsy report as soon as possible.”

I bob my head. “I’ll stay right here. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Pax steps closer and cups the side of my head. “Maybe you should call Lynn, give her the news about us and our little girl. I can tell you’re worried about what others might say when it comes to us. Even if I couldn’t give a fuck, and neither should you, it can all be cleared by one person.”

I snicker, knowing exactly what he means. “If anyone can shut people up, it’s Hotlips.”