Page 10 of Her Demanding Biker (Savage Kings MC #9)

Chapter

Ten

L OGAN "Thief" ZANE

My world was changing by the second.

I woke up with Arlys asleep next to me. Warm and smelling like she always did. Soft and sweet.

I admit, I wanted to touch her. Kiss her.

Show her that she was still the only woman I'd ever loved.

When I felt her baby move under my hand, everything changed again.

I still wanted her like a dying man wants his next breath, but now it was more.

Arlys was pregnant.

Whatever her husband had done to make her want him to be an ex?

I was fucking thankful for his mistakes.

I didn't know the whole story about why she left him, but that wasn't important at the moment.

I had to get her to give me a chance.

Even if it was a temporary one.

My mom had once said something that I'd thought was kind of crazy.

She liked to say things she saw as life lessons, but it had to have an animal in it.

It probably explained why she read me Aesop's Fables like it was going out of style.

One of her old adages came up in my head as I was trying to figure out a way to get my big, booted foot into the door.

She'd tell me about how to boil a frog.

Yeah, it made me want to throw up when I was a kid. I focused on that poor damn frog more than the lesson behind it. But I was a kid.

What the fuck did I know?

She said if you tried to boil a frog in water that was already heated up, he'd just jump out.

I thought that meant that the frog had some good sense and the person that tried to put him in the water was a complete asshole.

Something I didn't bother to tell my mom 'cause she would have made me clean my mouth out with soap.

But she said if you put the frog in regular water and slowly heat it up, he'd end up boiled to death before he realized what was happening.

Why hadn't I seen it before?

Maybe because Arlys was so damn sweet and loving.

How had she grown up that way with a father who acted like he was God almighty?

A cold, loveless sumbitch.

When I'd met her, she'd just turned sixteen.

She'd lived with her despot of a dad for that many years with only a part-time housekeeper who made meals and signed school slips.

Arlys had been in that pot of water with the temperature going up and up for sixteen years and had stayed an absolute sweetheart. It was a damn miracle.

I knew I didn't deserve Arlys.

I never had.

The fact that she'd fallen in love with me was a gift from God even though I'm sure I tested his patience more than anyone should. Maybe he had plans for me in the future, but I only had one plan.

Making life so damn good for Arlys that she wanted me to stay with her.

When I asked her for a chance, I didn't think she'd give it to me.

I just wanted a chance to finally show her that she could have a life where she was with someone who put her first.

I would be that man.

"Arlys?"

My damn heart was in my throat.

It was beating so hard I thought I'd lose my hearing from the sound of it in my head.

She looked up at me and I could see the pain and fear in her eyes.

I wondered again if I should have fought the transfer to Korea or was there another way to save her back then.

How stupid had I been?

"Hmm?"

I wanted her to tell me what to do.

If she wanted me to give her space, I'd do it.

If she asked me to leave her alone, I would have done it, too.

"Hmm?"

Damn it, I could happily drown in her eyes, and I'd been a damn good swimmer.

"Let me show you."

She drew in a breath, and it was like the years had faded away.

She'd always had an ageless beauty, but now, there was something more.

It wasn't as simple as her features changing.

Or the added fullness of her body.

Maybe it was the look in her eyes when she'd made the decision to let me in.

The way her hand curled around the back of my neck.

The gentle parting of her lips.

I kissed her, intending to coax her.

To tempt her.

I was willing to do anything and everything to make her tremble.

But she didn't just accept my kiss.

She surprised me.

Arching her back to chase after my kiss.

I managed to move us both enough to give me room. I needed it for the things I wanted to do to her.

With her.

My muscles still ached from the day's ride before, but the moment she opened her mouth under mine, none of the pain mattered.

I slipped my tongue between her lips and her tongue flicked against it.

Moving my hands, I slipped one under her hips and lifted her, using the other to gather up the fabric of her dress.

I couldn't get it completely out of the way, but it was enough that I could move my hand under it.

"Logan..."

Shit. I tasted my name on her lips.

I was so damn hard I felt like I might bust through the zipper on my jeans.

I chased after her voice with my tongue, wanting more.

My hand sliding up from her knee, higher over the smooth skin of her thigh.

Her breath caught in her throat when my fingers touched the edge of her panties.

And while I tilted my head to deepen the kiss, I brushed my thumb over her clit.

Her eyes opened, her breath left her in a rush and pulled back in.

I moved my thumb again, adding just a little more pressure on her.

I swallowed her moan and felt it send chills all over my body.

Fuuuuck.

I've never been so hard.

She worked her hand between us, grabbing onto my forearm with a vice-like grip.

I pulled back from the kiss, looking into her eyes.

"You... you want me to stop?"

She shook her head, her breaths shallow... panting.

"I want more."

I smiled.

What else could I do?

I wanted it, too.

"Tell me, honey. Tell me what you want."

Her gaze lowered and I realized that I'd never asked her that before.

When we were together for the first time, she followed my lead, let me touch her and find what made her squirm and gasp.

That's how it was between us.

This?

I wanted her to lead me, give me a map to love her.

"I... I can't."

I narrowed my eyes at her, searching her face for answers. "Arlys-"

"I dreamed about you. About us, Logan."

Her words hit me like a sledgehammer.

If I'd been standing, it would have dropped me to my knees.

"Yeah?"

I added just a hint of pressure against her and her eyes started to roll back and that pretty mouth of hers said something dirty.

"Fuck me, Logan. Show me," her eyes narrowed on my face, "show me how much you've missed me."

I swear, I lost my heart all over again.

My heart and my will to hold back.

I took my hands off of her and saw the flash of anger in her eyes.

I sat up on my knees and yanked my shirt off by the collar at the back.

The air conditioning hit my naked skin, and I hissed in a breath, reaching for the button at my waist.

The relief of release when I dragged my zipper down?

"Fuck yeah..."

I sat up higher on my knees and pushed my jeans to my thighs.

I felt her eyes on me and looked.

Her eyes were fixed on my dick, and I dropped my own gaze down just in time to see the thin rope of precum connecting the head of my cock to my stomach where it had hit a moment before break and fall back against my skin.

"Logan..."

The sound of her voice had haunted me over the years, but this was new.

The bare need in her voice was new.

This was pure want and passion.

"You keep looking at me like that, honey, and this is going to be quick," I licked at my lips which were suddenly bone dry, "and hard."

Her eyes widened and fixed on my own.

She mimicked my movement, her tongue sliding over her lips, one at a time.

My cock bobbed, the blood in my body surging down to where it was doing the most good.

"I want it, Logan. I want... hard. I want... you."

I reached for her and stopped, looking down at her belly. "The baby?"

The heat in her eyes melted me, but when her gaze softened to something I had no name for, I felt my heart stop.

"I'm in my second trimester. You won't hurt me or the baby. I know you won't."

Trust.

Belief.

Love.

Shit.

I slipped off the edge of the bed, my bare feet hitting the cool concrete floor. Then I shucked my jeans, letting them fall to the floor at my feet.

I lifted one foot, clearing it from my clothes. The other I shook, eager to get it off.

Placing my knee on the edge of the bed, I reached for her ready to do battle with her dress.

It came off with a simple pull over her head.

"I thought... I thought I'd have to find the zipper or... something."

"Loose is easier."

I nodded.

What the fuck did I know about women's clothes.

Looking down at it in my hands, I smiled. "It's a shame to hide under all this."

"It's cheap and I can still wear it when I'm huge."

I dropped the dress to the floor and looked at Arlys.

I could barely see her panties under the soft swell of her belly, the easiest place to see them was the fabric over her hip.

Then I dragged my gaze up to her breasts.

"Fuck me, gorgeous."

The pretty little tits that I'd loved to play with before were rounder now.

The bra she was wearing was barely holding them in.

I reached out a hand to touch, but she wrapped her arms across her chest.

"I thought you wanted me to-"

"If you touch me here, it’ll be over in a second." She turned her head looking away. "When I... when I touch myself... there-"

"Sensitive?"

She lifted her chin and nailed me with a look. "Very."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?"

Her voice raised and she planted her hands on her hips and jutted out her chin.

The movement made her tits jiggle, and I felt something drip down along my cock.

I didn't have to look to know what had happened.

"Remember, you asked for hard."

She nodded, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with shallow, panting breaths.

I put my hands on her shoulder and set her down on her back before I reached for the waistband of her panties at her hip.

I gripped it with both hands and leaned down.

I kept my eyes on her and she kept her eyes on me, and I saw how dark her pretty eyes had become.

"Don't worry, honey. I'm gonna buy you a whole lot of pretty underwear to replace this.

I saw the moment she realized what my words meant, but I didn't wait. I pulled the cotton panties tight and bit the waistband between my teeth.

My beard brushed against her thigh as I tore the fabric, and she shuddered.

The movement felt like heaven against me.

I was tempted to say something, but then I remembered what she wanted.

Hard.

She didn't want to chat.

We could do that anytime.

But now, I had her.

I had her nearly naked in my bed.

I wrapped my hands around her thighs and lifted them, parting them with one leg on either side of me.

The sight of her pussy, open and wet, was just that for me, a fucking wet dream.

I wanted to taste that need on my tongue but that was going to wait.

Leaning over, I dragged my pillow over and slid it under her hips.

The view was almost obscene... and I fucking loved it.

I braced a hand near her hip and grabbed my dick with the other.

"Arlys." I looked at her, needing her to see the truth in my eyes. "There's never been anyone else but you."

"I want you inside me, Logan. Please?"

I gripped, hard.

I knew that if I didn't, I'd likely lose it with just the feel of her heat around me.

I wasn't at all prepared for the reality of it.

When her pussy wrapped around the head of his cock, it felt like an open-mouthed kiss, warm and inviting.

I squeezed my eyes closed, my teeth grinding together.

I felt like I might pass the fuck out, but I couldn't let it happen.

Her eyes were on me and then moved down.

As she watched, I sank into her.

Feeling her stretch around me.

The heat, wet, pulling on my dick, swallowing me whole.

Fuck.

She brought her knees up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

The last conscious thought I had was to kiss her.

I barely managed not to crush her as I fell over her.

"Give me your eyes, honey. Look at me."

The look in her eyes was open, wonderous... needy.

"You..." She sucked in a breath through her parted lips. "Give me... you."

What else could I do?

I gave it to her.

I gave her everything.