Page 34 of Shadow’s Protection (Hurricane Heat MC #1)

Shadow

My answer is an immediate, “No.”

I hold on to Violet like I can’t bear to let her go, and I can’t. Her skin, her hair, the scent of her. Those things are what my body craves, but knowing that she’s carrying our child, my child. It’s like a drug. I don’t want to leave her side.

“I am a club member through and through. It’s in my blood. My brothers are my family. They will always be a part of me, and I will always be a member of the club.”

“How, then?” she asks. “Do any of the other guys have kids or even wives?”

When she says wives, a massive shit-eating grin covers my face. I can do this. I can make this woman my wife.

“Fuck yeah, they do,” I tell her. “Phantom has two teenage girls. Blade’s a single dad. We don’t have a good track record as far as marriages go, but somebody’s gotta be the first. I’d put my money on us.”

“I don’t want you to marry me out of obligation,” she says, her face smashed against my chest.

I hold her head and don’t say anything. I have to choose my words carefully, and I’m an asshole. Feelings have never been my strong suit.

“Violet, I don’t do anything I don’t want to.

I don’t obligate myself to anyone, not even the club.

Having honor and loyalty are different from being compelled.

” I finally breathe into her hair. “When I do ask you to marry me, and I will do that someday, you’ll know it’s because it’s what I want more than I want to breathe the fucking air. ”

She’s crying again, and I don’t know if it’s hormones or happiness or misery, and I’m not gonna ask. I just hold her and let her.

“Shadow,” she finally whispers. “I want to try.”

I pick her up in my arms and carry her to her bedroom. “Then we’re fucking going to give it our all. You hear me? We’re gonna try.”

I set her on the bed and kneel between her legs. I hold her hands and kiss each fingertip. “Sweetheart, it won’t be easy, but I can be in the club and be your man too.”

“You’re mine,” she says softly, fluttering her eyes closed. “And I’m yours. It’s hard to believe that just a month ago, we were strangers.”

“We got to know each other pretty well, pretty fast,” I agree. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I stand up and gesture toward the bed. “Why don’t you lie down? I’ll turn off the TV, and we can go to bed.”

“Do we have to go to sleep?” She looks at me, a seductive grin curling her full lips into a delectable smirk. “I haven’t been sick in a few hours, so…” She waggles her eyebrows.

“You think you can?” My mind races. I’ve had my cock on lockdown since I walked through that door and picked her up off the floor. But I know exactly how fast I can wake it up, if she’s feeling up to it. “We can stop if?—”

“Let’s try to be fast enough that I don’t have time to feel sick, ’kay? Make me feel good, Shadow. Help me forget how shitty the last month has been without you.”

I don’t know if this means that Violet has accepted that the club is as much a part of me as she is, as our baby is. But now is not the time for worrying. My woman is pulling off her clothes, and my hard-on is throbbing.

“I don’t have condoms,” she says, sounding apologetic. “You’re the only person I’ve been with in ages, so I just haven’t kept any around.”

“The good news is I don’t think we need them anymore.” I leave my jeans and shirt in a heap on the floor and practically dive into her bed like it’s a swimming pool.

Violet laughs, and I climb under the blankets with her, for the first time in days able to look at her body and let mine fully respond.

She’s okay.

She’s not sick.

She wants this.

She wants me.

“You’ll let me know if we need to stop?” I ask.

She shrugs. “Worst-case, I’ll put my head over the side and puke on the floor.”

I shake my head. “You’re a nut, Violet James.”

“You’re amazing, Johnny Butcher.” She reaches for my beard and strokes the hairs, trailing a finger along my lower lip. “I dreamed of you every night. I’m falling in love with you, Shadow. Is that stupid?”

I chuckle. “Probably. But if that’s the case, then I’m stupid too.”

I reach for her hair and weave my fingers through the strands, wrapping them around my hand and tugging lightly. “What do you want, baby?” I ask her. “How do you wanna come?”

“Every way,” she sighs.

I kiss her for the first time since we said goodbye a month ago. My lips graze hers lightly, but overcome with need, I can’t hold back. I devour her mouth, plunging my tongue inside. She moans low in her throat and kisses me back while scrambling to straddle me.

I sit on the bed with my back to the headboard and kiss her while she angles her body on top of mine. We kiss, and I cup her breasts, wondering briefly about how much this wicked, sexy body is going to change over the next few months.

The idea of fucking my woman, my woman, while she’s carrying my child sends my dick into overdrive. I’m hard and throbbing, desperate for release with just a few kisses.

Fuck, I’ve missed her. I’ve missed her more than I knew, more than I could accept. It’s like a craving you learn to tolerate until finally you get to have that thing—that precious thing that comes from outside you and yet somehow makes you feel more like yourself than you do without it.

“I love you, Violet,” I pant against her mouth. “I love you.”

“Show me,” she says. “Say it as much as you want, but don’t forget to show me.” She lifts herself up a little and feeds me one of her nipples. “I love you too. Now, please, for the love of God, fuck me.”

I willingly do, drawing her thick, hard nipple all the way into my mouth. I swirl the tip of my tongue against her peak and feel her throw her head back as the pleasure courses through her.

“So good,” she whimpers. “Harder, babe. Harder.”

I obey her demand, clamp her nip between my teeth, and lightly bite down.

She squeals but leans into me, pressing her chest to my face. “More,” she begs. “Oh my God, that feels so good. It’s even more sensitive. I can’t…”

She’s panting and sighing, moaning and tearing her fingers through my hair.

“Good, baby. Good.” I mumble against her breast, the tender skin so, so soft where my hands cup her. I grip her tits together and spread my attention between both nipples, scraping with my beard and licking, sucking until a mottled flush climbs across her chest.

“It hurts,” she pants. “I want you so bad, it’s like my body aches for you.”

“Is this too much?”

“No.” She opens her green eyes wide and stares at me. “Don’t you dare stop. I need more, Shadow. Give me everything.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I release her breasts and reach between her legs to stroke her wet pussy.

“Suck your juices off me,” I tell her, waiting for her to open her mouth for me.

I slide my fingers between her lips, being careful not to go too hard so I don’t gag her. She’s had enough of that for a lifetime. She tentatively flicks her tongue against my fingers, slowly tasting her own juices on my skin.

“You see why I can’t get enough, baby? This is why I love making you wet. You’re like fucking candy.”

I kiss her, tasting the flavor of her essence on her tongue, and my cock starts to weep.

“Ride me,” I tell her. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless, but I need you on top now.”

She moves quickly, centering herself above my cock.

She gasps as my erection fills her, inching her way down slow and steady.

When I’m fully seated, she reaches behind me and grabs the headboard.

Then she starts to work those hips, rocking forward and back, making greedy little circles as my cock tickles her walls.

“Fuck me,” I tell her. “Ride me, sweetheart. Fuck me hard.”

Her eyes are clenched shut, her lips parted, and little moans slip out with every breath she takes. She is stunning, my woman, her dark hair splayed over her shoulders, her full tits jiggling with every roll of her hips.

I stare at her, watching transfixed as she chases her climax, riding and fucking, rolling and gasping, using the headboard for leverage to drive her body into mine.

I grip her hips, help her pick up speed as she jerks back and forth, the sensual rolling becoming a frantic, greedy itch only my body can scratch. She howls, tosses her head back, begs me for more. More of me, more of this. All of me.

While she’s riding and fucking, I pinch her nipples between my fingertips and roll those tender peaks until she’s screaming my name, whimpering that she’s gonna come.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” I encourage her, lifting my hips in time with hers, driving my cock as deep into her as I can with her on top.

She shudders and nearly slows down, but then she chases it harder, pounding me so forcefully, the headboard bangs the wall in a steady, rhythmic beat.

“Don’t stop,” I demand. “Don’t you dare stop.” I urge her on, thanking my angels that with her on top like this, I can control myself a little more. I’d never forgive myself if I blew my load and cut her pleasure short.

She releases the headboard and claws my shoulders, leaning her chest into my face and clinging to me. “Baby,” she cries out, “baby, baby, uhhhhh…”

And then, she’s falling, spiraling over that edge, her mouth open, her sweet breath in my hair, her tits crushed against my face.

I hold her, feel every powerful shake as she rides that climax, a climax that seems to go on and on and on.

When she finally stills, she licks her dry lips and looks at me. “I don’t know if that was the pregnancy or just missing you, but that was intense.”

“You okay?” I ask. That was a lot of movement and a lot of shaking for a woman who’s spent the last couple of days unable to keep down even water when the morning sickness is at its worst.

She is breathless, trembling. This is how I first bonded with her. Her skin against mine, our sweat, our passion. Questions, answers. Laughter, tears. Blood and fear. I never want to spend another day without this woman, and I need her to know that.

“I’m amazing,” she says, sounding clear and happy.