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thirty-two

Dinner was fine, but my girl is acting strangely, and I can’t figure out exactly why. I decided to get her out of there, so I could be alone with her. Maybe it was overwhelming with everyone around. Or seeing Oz in his Delta element. Whatever it was, I need to make sure she’s okay.

Here I was, hoping for a relaxing evening with friends and family, only for hers to shoot it up. Not a proposal or a big spectacle. Just a night to breathe with the people I care about.

I know my girl. Big scenes aren’t her style. When I do pop the question, it’s going to be just us. Not the entire world watching for societal points. She’s not Elina, thank god. Hopefully, Pen wants to marry me, despite her raging need for independence. Meh. Who am I kidding?

She really won’t have a choice.

Greek Games and the MCs don’t mean shit to me if I can’t have peace with Pen. If things are heating up around Northview…we need to get out of this town.

Since she’s with me, I brought my other Ducati with the two-up seat. Unable to wait until we get home, I adjust myself in my trousers when we stop at a red light. I twist around to pull Pen onto the front of my bike, facing me.

“What the fuck are you doing, Cardell?” she screeches into the mic.

“You looked like you needed to be fucked back there at the restaurant.”

Her eyes widen. “We can’t do that here !”

“Why not?”

“There are people everywhere.”

She’s right. Cars line the two lanes on either side of us on the busy street. I rev the engine and lean forward, bopping my helmet to hers, and shrug in response.

“Okay.”

“We’re on a motorcycle , Ryan! We’ll die.”

“You don’t trust me?”

That question has her biting her lip.

“I… I think I do, but not with this.”

“Then you’ll learn.”

Her hands grip my shoulders under my suit coat as the light changes. I tap on her calves, then set the bike upright to take off. “Put your legs around my waist. I got us.”

With panicked pants seeping into my ears, she does as I say, and it makes me smile. I think all I wanted in life was someone who would be willing to do crazy shit with…and I found her. No one else could match me.

The car behind us honks with impatience. While giving them the middle finger, I take off, the force causing her to slide down until the apex of her thighs meets my pubic bone. Her heat warms my crotch, especially as I lean forward to speed up and get away from the traffic.

“Open my jeans.”

“I-I don’t think I can do this.”

“Sure you can. You’re my badass bitch.”

I ease off the throttle so she can concentrate and get my zipper down, her core wet enough to get me semi-erect. She fiddles hurriedly with my belt, then trousers, flaying them wide.

Orange flashes from the bike’s signal are the only lights near when I head toward a dark country road. As I make the turn, she slips until her pussy lips embrace my dick.

“Hold your panties to the side.”

She releases one of my shoulders to do as I asked, and my hips shift to thrust up through her folds as she matches my rhythm, laying her back against the tank.

Her plump tits are calling me, so I release the clutch and tease one as she sighs. Through a barely audible, but shaky voice, she whimpers, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Please don’t wreck.”

With a flick of my fingers, her nipples harden. “Maybe you should get these pierced, so I could stay in bed all day sucking on them.”

“ Please … Ryan.”

“Will you? That way, I can fuck you and let my tongue toy with the bars?”

“Maybe,” she breathes out.

A broad grin flares across my face as I pinch her harder. “What was that?”

“Yes! Yes, I will!”

She’s soaked, and her pussy makes a nice heater for my dick. By the next curve in the road, she shifts so much my cock thickens. Her cunt bounces off me as she maintains her balance like a pro.

My hand reaches out to steady her waist, positioning her to line myself up. The tip edges near her tight entrance. I slow us down enough to dip my hips and enter her more fully.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe this…”

“Just like that, baby. Told you to trust me.”

“Yeah, well, we aren’t done yet.”

“Believe me, pink cheeks. I’m about to make you come so hard; you better hold on to me like your life depends on it.”

I rev the engine again, feeling the vibrations under us, and thrust slowly at first until we get the pacing down. Her hands move to grip my lower back so she can ride without falling. The movements are tiny, but effective. Her clit rubs my abs, dousing them with her arousal and making me groan.

“Come on, my nasty girl. Fuck this cock and get off. Use it.”

It makes me proud when she does. All I do is hold us steady, driving toward nowhere in particular, but making sure that we don’t sway too much to one side or the other. Pen works my shaft up and down, writhing her hips while keeping that perfect dancer balance.

She gasps. “ Fuck , Ryan…”

“You want to have my baby now?”

Her head whips up as I ask, but she continues to work me over.

“You can call me your daddy. If you trust me this much, let me fuck a baby into you right now. Claim this pussy as mine, fill it with my child.”

She whimpers breathily in my earpiece, which makes my balls tingle with the need to do just as I tell her. God, I want her pregnant so bad.

“Ryan…I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Let me take control of this body and make it mine. I’ll be tied to you forever. There won’t be any escaping me if I keep you knocked up.”

As I shift my hips inside of her, pounding her as much as I can, I follow with, “One after the other after the other… I’ll fill you with my kids, so everyone knows who you belong to.”

She cries with pleasure, her pussy fluttering around me, and I feel myself going over the edge. But she has to agree. “Tell me I can, and I’ll let you come.”

“I-I-I…” is all she can say, her grip tightening until her nails pierce my shirt as she swivels against me.

“Pen, look up here and tell me I can knock you up right now. That you want me to fuck a baby into you, so you’ll be forever mine.”

Her body squeezes me tight as she comes with a scream of, “Yes!”

That’s all I need as I delve in and spray my seed, leaving everything inside her.

Choking for air and maintaining my eyes on the road, I realize we’ve slowed almost to a crawl, and I pull over to stop so I can catch my breath. I’m still buried in her soaked cunt and hold her steady when she sits up to toss her arms around my neck.

“Don’t move. Let my cum do its thing.”

“Ryan!” she squeals.

“What?” I ask as she tries to squirm away, but I trap her against me with a firm grip on her waist.

“I can’t get pregnant right now!” Her jaw drops and stays open until I want to stick my finger in her mouth.

“Sure you can.”

“No!” She’s breathless, panting. Like this is exactly what she wants… “I’m on birth control. It should be effective by now.”

“Uh… Well…”

Whiskey eyes narrow as she scans me behind her face shield. “Uh, well, what ?”

“Would you be mad if I said I fucked with them? Replaced them all with your sugar pills?”

Her palms shove against my chest, but I’m not letting her get away. “Fuck, yes, I would be! Let me go!” Even as she fights it, her thighs clamp tighter around me, like her body can’t decide whether to flee or fuse.

“Never.”

“Ryan! I cannot believe you did that. How am I going to finish my degree while pregnant?” A little sob catches in the back of her throat.

“Women do it all the time. Besides, I’ll take care of you and our kids. You won’t have to want for anything. Bet your mom and mine will be happy to pitch in, too. We’ll make a nice bassinet in the RV. It’ll be fun travelling with six kids in our mobile home. Do you think it’s twins?”

She scoffs, rage clogging the mic with static and spit. Then she rips off my helmet and slaps me so hard it echoes—until I chuckle through the sting.

“Fuck! You are a beast, woman.” My jaw loosens as I grip my cheeks to try to work out the pain.

Fingers dig into my pecs, her nails cutting through the skin like knives. “I feel sick. I’m going to break your nose if you don’t let me off this bike.”

I lift off her helmet to find her blazing eyes narrowed at me. “I didn’t.”

“You didn’t what?” She freezes, and the hope that fills her expression makes my lips curl up into a smile.

“I didn’t replace them. But, god , do I want to.”

The look of pure vehemence on her face is enough to cause a riotous laugh to erupt from my belly into the dark night under a canopy of stars.

“You’re sadistic. I am so fucking mad.” And I can tell by the red that coats her skin, all the way up her neck.

“I love you, Pen. I do. As soon as you let me put my baby in you, I’m going to do it.”

“It may be never at this point,” she grumbles.

My fingers brush her hair over her shoulders. “Don’t make me change your pills, then.”

With a sneer, she shakes her head with exasperation. But then she’s reaching up and smoothing the skin of my cheek where she hit me. “Sorry about this. I shouldn’t have.”

“Nah, you should have.”

Lips form a tight line as she thinks for a moment, then responds, “Well, I’m not really sorry.”

“Our first fight. I’m sure it won’t be our last, and I’m glad it happened while I’m still inside you.” I canter my hips up, my softening dick sliding out of her, along with everything I spilled.

“I need a ride home, so I’ll allow you to take me, but I’m not convinced I’ll stay.”

The shock of her words hits me worse than the slap. “Are you serious?”

She shrugs and slips off the bike, grabbing her helmet. I stop her from moving away by snagging her around the waist and pulling her into my side. “You’re not leaving me. Not now, not ever. You hear me?”

Her head tilts, a threatening gaze locking onto mine and making me shiver in the best way.

“Then listen up, Cardell. You better make up for scaring me tonight. I mean it. Or that little slap will feel like nothing. I’ll go frigid on you.

Make you beg and pant like a dog to get some touch. Do you hear me ?”