Page 44 of Kane
“Fuck yes, we can,” I growled, fumbling with the button on her jeans and dragging them down just far enough. She was soaked already, her slick heat coating my fingers as I stroked her.
“Fuck, baby. You know you love it when I lose control.” I ripped at my fly, taking out my thick, fat cock.
Savannah gasped, her breath ragged. “I love you.”
I froze for half a second, just long enough for the words to hit me like a gut punch. “Never gonna get tired of hearing you say that, sugar.”
Then I kissed her again, harder, deeper, and drove into her in one powerful thrust. She cried out, the sound muffled against my mouth, and her nails dug into my shoulders.
It was fast, wild, and hot as hell. My hips slammed into hers, every stroke a claim, every groan a vow. I owned her body and heart. Soon, everyone in the damn world would know it.
“Come for me, sugar. Just like that.”
Her release hit hard and fast, her thighs trembling as she moaned my name, her pussy gripping me so tight I nearly lost it.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock. Fuck!”
I followed seconds later, burying myself deep and groaning against her throat as I emptied inside her.
Afterward, she sagged against me, boneless and flushed, her breath warm on my neck. I held her there, not ready to let go.
“That's what every fucker out there is fantasizing about when they see you in those fucking jeans.”
She giggled, then whispered, “I guess it's lucky for you that I won't be able to wear outfits like this much longer anyway.”
I pulled back, brows furrowed. “What?”
She gave me a coy smile, brushing a hand over her still-flat belly.
Realization slammed into me.
My grin turned downright smug. “Fuck yes. Everyone will know for sure you’re taken. Round and swollen with my baby.”
Savannah laughed as I set her down and helped her straighten her clothes, before tucking myself back in. “As if the property patch and giant diamond ring weren’t enough?”
I smoothed my hands over her hips, letting my thumbs rest low on her stomach. “Nothing will ever be enough. But you carrying our baby? That’s probably the only thing that will keep me from killing every bastard who looks at you.”
She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I can’t be pregnant all the time.”
I leaned in, voice low and deep. “Wanna bet?”
She flushed, laughing as I took her hand and led her out of the closet. We walked back to the front of the owner’s box, the crowd roaring below us.
The next heat was starting when the noise shifted—shouts, gasps, and then a scream of tires.
My gaze snapped to the track.
A motorcycle had skidded onto the field, crashing across the dirt, a duffel bag flying from the rider’s back.
Axle veered off in his race car, avoiding the wreck by inches. His door flew open, and he bolted out, racing toward the downed rider. From up here, we couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he was clearly yelling, his face a mask of fury.
When he reached the body, it didn't move, and he froze.
Axle scooped the limp rider into his arms, and I realized it was a woman. The second some guy ran over and tried to help, Axle snarled something fierce enough to send him stumbling back.
I snorted.
Savannah turned to me, eyes wide. “What’s so funny?”