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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

HAP

I’m not sure how long we’ve been asleep, but I wake to a blanket covering me, and Alina is curled on her side, tucked under the covers with her back facing me. I chuck the blanket onto the floor, being careful not to disturb her as I move and get under the covers. As I cuddled in behind her, I wrapped my arm around her and splayed my hand over her small but growing bump. Closing my eyes, I inhale her scent, and a moment later, my eyes begin to grow heavy again as I drift back off to sleep.

I wake sometime later and immediately notice that Alina has moved. I’m on my back, and she’s sprawled across my chest, her legs tangled with mine. I gently roll her onto her back, and as she mumbles something sleepily, I smile at how cute she’s being. As I look down at her sleeping form, I notice that her tank top has ridden up, exposing her middle. My hand moves of its own accord, my fingers desperate to feel her soft skin. I gently graze the tips of my fingers across her middle, travelling up further to the swell of her breast. Goosebumps break out across her skin from my touch, and I love the effect I have on her body.

My fingers continue exploring under her tank, and as I glide my thumb over her puckered nipple, she lets out a breathy whimper in her sleep. I slowly lean down and trail kisses over her bare skin. Her body moves, embracing my touch, and I quickly look up at her, watching her reaction, waiting for her to wake up. I reach for the hem of her shorts and pull them down slightly, kissing as I go.

I feel the moment she awakes. Her body tenses for a moment, and as I look up, I see her leaning up, looking down on me, her face full of sleep and arousal.

“What are you doing?” she asks, blinking back the sleep.

I kiss along her stomach to her hip, giving her a playful nip and making her gasp. Travelling lower, I watch her as I glide her shorts further down. “I woke and felt a little peckish,” I say with a smirk. I look at her perfect little cunt and run my tongue up her seam.

“You can’t do that,” she breathes. Her eyes are hooded, and her chest is heaving in quick breaths. I smirk as I press my tongue to her clit before I wrap my lips around it and give it a playful suck. “Ahh!” she yells, gripping the sheets in her tight fists. She swallows. “It’s classed as sexual assault to touch someone while they are sleeping, because they can’t give you permission,” she pants as I continue to swirl my tongue over her clit.

I lift my head and look at her, stroking my index fingers along her centre and teasing at her entrance. “Is that so?” I ask, raising my brow. She nods as she bites down on her bottom lip. “So, I guess I shouldn’t be doing this then,” I say as I glide two fingers inside her, curling them up to stroke that perfect spot. Her hips buck, and a whimper escapes her plump lips. “And this. I really shouldn’t do the two together,” I mock playfully as I press my tongue firmly against her clit, moving it in circles in perfect time with my fingers gliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt. My cock is painfully hard, and I’m sure I will blow my load just by watching her come undone by my touch. I growl as I feel her walls begin to clench around my fingers. I want to feel her come apart, to feel her lose all her self-control. As I continue to fuck her with my tongue and fingers, her head rolls back on her shoulders and her thighs clamp around my head as she moans out her release.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpers. Her hips buck from the sensitivity being too much, but I don’t ease up. I continue to draw every last second of her orgasm out of her. “Please,” she whimpers, and I swear that noise goes straight to my cock.

Moving quickly, I yank down her shorts and chuck them across the room, spreading her legs further apart as I free my now desperate and painfully hard cock, wasting no time as I push forward, filling her.

“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel,” I groan, rocking my hips slowly in and out of her. I yank down her tank top, exposing her full breasts, and take one of her nipples in my mouth, nipping lightly with my teeth. She arches her back, moaning. Her eyes are closed in ecstasy as I rock in and out, rotating my hips, building both our pleasures slowly. I want to slam myself inside her, pound into her so hard that it borders on pain and pleasure, but I won’t. I’m too afraid of hurting her while she is pregnant.

“More. Please,” she begs, her eyes searing into mine.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say through gritted teeth. As I say that, my muscles twitch, wanting to move as my cock begs me for more.

She lifts her palm to my cheek, caressing it affectionately. “You won’t.” Her thumb runs along my bottom lip. “Now fuck me like a man,” she demands.

I growl, nipping the pad of her thumb between my teeth as I thrust my hips forward. She gasps, moving her hands to my back, digging her nails into the flesh. I growl, slamming my hips into her over and over. Beads of sweat cover our bodies, and the headboard slams into the wall with each powerful thrust of my hips. Her full tits bounce as I fill her, and my lower spine tingles as pleasure builds deep within me. I hold back, waiting for her, needing to feel her climax.

“Yes, fuck, oh god!” she cries out as her walls clamp so tight around my cock as she cums. I don’t stop chasing my release as she continues to cry out, her body bucking in pleasure as her orgasm consumes every part of her body. My own orgasm explodes through me, and I thrust my hips, burying my cock deep inside her as my seed fills her.

I drop my head to the crook of her neck, rapidly panting. “Fuck,” I groan. My hips slowly rock back and forth, desperate to make the pleasure last as long as possible. She lazily strokes her nails up and down my back in a soothing motion. I lift my head and take her mouth, kissing her possessively. A small whimper escapes her, and I already feel myself hardening. Fuck, this woman will be the death of me, but at least I will die happy.

I creep out of the bedroom, leaving Alina asleep after I fucked her another two times. In my defence, she started it the third time in the shower when she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. Fuck, seeing her soaking wet body as she looked up at me was like every wet dream come to life. Shaking my head, I adjust myself, trying to get those thoughts out of my head before I walk into the living room. The last thing I need is another erection.

As soon as I step into the lounge, Star, Belle, and Maggie start whistling at me.

“My, my, who would have thought Hap would be such an animal?” Josie mocks, fanning herself.

I flip them off, causing them to burst out laughing. “It’s just so lovely to see our Prospect all grown up,” Star teases, pretending to wipe away a tear.

“Where is everyone?” I ask. If you had asked me what took courage and balls before I joined Black Hearts MC, I would have told you it would be facing death and fighting against some of the most deadliest men out there. Now I would say it takes balls walking into a room full of the cackling ol’ ladies. When they were all together, there was often trouble, and they were fucking savages and would hold no prisoners.

“They are in the dining room waiting for you. They did try and knock earlier, but for some reason you didn’t hear them.” Elsie smirks.

I roll my eyes and turn to leave. “Where’s Alina? Can she walk?” Nova snorts.

“She’s thoroughly fucked and taking a nap,” I yell over my shoulder.

“That’s what I like to hear! Lord knows she earned a good fucking,” Star yells after me, and that’s when I hear Maggie laugh while chastising her.

I walk into the dining room and see all the brothers sat around the table. Their gazes all come to me, and I hold up my hands in apology. “Sorry, I didn’t realise. You should have called me,” I say as I take my seat at the end of the table.

Hawk looks at me with an amused smirk on his face. “We ain’t about to tear you away from all that fun you were having.”

“You earned your break, and I sure as shit wasn’t about to stop her enjoyment. As far as I’m concerned, you need to go back there and give her more fucking orgasms. The woman deserves as many as she wants,” Beast states.

My jaw ticks as the possessive feeling in my chest rumbles to life. “Firstly, don’t let me hear you mention my woman and orgasms again, and secondly, if I catch you listening to my woman’s pleasure, I will fucking shoot out your kneecaps,” I threaten.

“Aww, it’s love!” Hawk mocks, holding his hand to his chest.

Beast’s lips curve into a knowing smile. “Welcome to the club, brother.”

“Okay, now that you’ve all exchanged fucking love stories, can we talk about the shit that matters at this moment in time? Or do you all need to start braiding each other’s hair and talk about your fucking periods?” Ghost growls irritably.

“Well, for a start, Hap has a shaven head, so I ain’t braiding much of his hair.” Acid smirks.

Spider grunts. “He’s probably got more hairs on his balls than his head.”

“I ain’t braiding anyone’s fucking pubes!” Cash protests in disgust.

“I ain’t got any fucking hair. I take care of my junk,” I argue.

“Dixie shaves mine for me,” Rage adds, and we all turn our attention to him. “She sometimes makes patterns.” He shrugs.

“You know, I don’t think there will ever be a time where you don’t fucking disturb us in some way or another, Rage,” Scar mutters.

“Children, can we please fucking focus? I know it feels like we’ve just had a big win with Alina getting us out of jail, but the truth is Eugene is still out there, and none of us are going to rest easy until he is buried six feet under. Now, Elsie has given us a list of her father’s friends that he could have gone to. No doubt he went to them for the arrest to happen, but he wouldn’t have stayed there long. As soon as he was able to, he would have left and gone elsewhere,” Ghost points out. He pauses while Cash pulls out a file and lays out various pictures of people and addresses. “These are the possibilities,” Ghost says, pointing. “We need to figure out which one of these he would be hiding at. We’ve got bankers, doctors, and even lawyers. These are all law- abiding citizens on the surface, but let’s take this bald fucker, for example.” Ghost holds up a photo of a middle-aged balding fat guy in a designer suit. “Gerald here owes Eugene half a mil.”

“Fuck. How in the hell did he get in that much debt?” Spider asks.

“Simple gambling, and this is rich fucker gambling. Don’t feel sorry for Gerald. The reason he hasn’t been able to pay Eugene is because he has been paying hush money to at least three women he sexually assaulted in his office,” Ghost tuts.

Rage curls his lip in disgust. “Then I shall pay him a visit.”

Ghost holds up his hand. “Easy, Rage. Gerald is just one of many of these fuckers with the same or similar story.” Ghost pauses. “I know you want to go home, and I know it’s getting cramped being under each other’s feet, but fuck, I don’t want to give Eugene the opportunity to attack us in our homes. I’ve closed the garage for now and told customers it’s for family reasons.”

“How long is this going to go on for? We need to earn cash,” Scar states. To be honest, I’m thinking the same with a kid on the way.

“I’ve made sure you’re covered for the next month.” Ghost nods to Cash, and he reaches under the table and dishes out envelopes to each of us with our share of money in.

“This came out of your own pocket, didn’t it?” Spider asks, giving Ghost a knowing look.

“It’s my club, and you are my responsibility. I know if it was the other way around, you would all do the same for me,” Ghost states firmly.

“Of course we would,” Hawk states. “Well, apart from Beast, but that’s because he’s an ugly fucker,” he goads, laughing. Beast thumps him hard in the arm, making Hawk laugh harder.

“So, I think the other thing we need to ask is what about the women, because you know what fucking happens when they all get together,” Acid points out. All the brothers grunt and nod around the table.

Ghost’s lips twitch, knowing full well that it is his ol’ lady that is the one behind it all. “With us all here, there ain’t a lot they can get up to, and if they do, we can stop it before it gets too messy,” he states, not sounding convinced by his own words.

Scar raises his brow and shakes his head. “Well, whatever happens, it will be interesting, that’s for sure.”

“So, the plan for today?” I ask.

“Today we rest and spend time as a fucking family. Tomorrow the work starts,” Ghost asserts.

“Can I just say I have never seen Hap smile so much as he has since he’s been banging?” Hawk pauses. “Sorry, in a romantic relationship with Alina,” he corrects himself. “I mean, I think we may have to change your road name. We called you Hap because you were a miserable fucker when you joined us.”

“Have you had too much sugar today or something?” Scar asks, looking at Hawk with a raised brow.

Hawk shrugs. “I’m just in a good mood considering.”

“You got laid,” Spider states.

Hawk sighs. “Yeah, it’s been a while. Maisy is just not fucking sleeping. Seriously, like I don’t know why she hates it so much. So, she’s been in bed with us, and last night Queenie offered to take her for the night. Man, I swear. I felt like a kid at Christmas,” he sighs. “See Hap, you ain’t the only one that got your end away last night.” Hawk winks.

Ghost groans. “Just all of you fuck off now,” he says, gesturing to the door. “Now, where are the painkillers?”