Page 13 of Striker’s Foul (Shiver of Chaos #3)

AMELIA

I t’s been over two weeks since we were attacked. A week too long of just sleeping next to Striker, nothing more. A week too long of only kisses and cuddles. I’m done waiting. Tonight, I’ve decided that changes.

We moved into Luke’s house over the weekend.

It’s a four-bedroom Craftsman with a large game room over the garage.

At first, I didn’t want to leave the roadhouse, but now I like that when I close up for the night, I can truly relax.

I don’t have to worry if I forgot something.

The cleaning service can come in right away, no more waiting until three or four in the morning to make sure I’m asleep enough they won’t disturb me.

Luke and I have our own space in the house, and it’s exactly the kind of place I dreamed about when we were teenagers.

There’s no white picket fence, but I could have horse paddocks, and we’re far enough from town to feel at peace.

Still, part of me worries it’s only temporary, so I don’t make any decisions about decorating or anything major about the house.

I know in my heart we are together forever now, but I still worry.

My personal security is still highly ramped up with protection from both the MC and Julian’s men.

I wave at them as I climb into the brand-new SUV Luke insisted I have.

After growing up in poverty, Luke now has money he can spend on what he wants.

He invested his earnings well and lived with minimal expenses for years.

Now he’s set for life, he says. I’m not too worried about finances either.

With my papa’s life insurance, Jude and I can live comfortably too.

The sheriff hasn’t been able to prove Harold tried to hurt us, and the woman who claimed she killed my mother isn’t talking anymore. I told Luke we’re just going to get on with our lives and forget about them.

Since I released the statement with Blythe’s help, there haven’t been any more questionable news stories about us.

Part of me feels like it’s the calm before the storm.

I had to cancel my tattoo appointment in case I’m pregnant.

I haven’t taken a test yet, but I don’t feel like I am.

Then again, it’s been so many years since I last was, I could be seriously wrong.

Jude and Luke are at the house, hanging out in the garage, working on Luke’s bike that was damaged in the shootout. Luke also talked me into letting Jude help him build a new bike, one that will be Jude’s when he turns sixteen.

I pull into the long driveway and see the lights are on in the den, meaning Luke is still up working. He and Browser won’t give up on finding proof against Harold. I circle around the side of the house to the garages and pull into the first bay. That one’s mine, according to Luke.

My arm is healing, and I haven’t had a headache in a couple of days.

I slip off my cowboy boots and leave them by the door.

I don’t want to track in dirt or sticky roadhouse mess.

As I walk through the kitchen and family room, I spot Luke working on the computer.

He’s wearing a pair of glasses that make him look so studious and sexy.

His long hair is down, and he’s in a pair of basketball shorts with no shirt, which tells me he showered after working in the garage.

“Hey, babe.” I lean against the doorframe and peek at him. It’s hard to act sexy, so I just go for being myself.

“Hello, angel. How was your night?” He slips off those sexy glasses, and I straighten up, turning to give him my backside.

“It was good. Want to see my new jammies?”

His computer pings, and he turns back to it. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit.”

“They’re very tiny,” I say over my shoulder as I walk away, leaving him to think about that.

I race up the main staircase to change into my pajama set before he figures it out. I rush into Luke’s room. It has a large king-size bed, two basic nightstands, and not much else. He keeps telling me to pick out some decor or furnishings, but I remind him it’s his house.

I hurry to the walk-in closet and strip out of my jeans, shirt, and undergarments as fast as I can.

I slip on the tiny gray panties, then the top with extremely thin straps and a white ribbon between my breasts.

Just as I step out of the closet and lean against the pocket door, he enters the bedroom and locks the door behind him.

“Don’t tease a man like that, angel,” he says before turning around.

When he finally takes me in, I see his reaction clearly in his loose shorts. I walk over to him and start to drop to my knees.

“Nope. Don’t have the patience for that right now.” He lifts me up into his arms.

I wrap my legs around his hips and lean my head back. He devours my mouth as he walks across the room to the bed. My body is on fire. I start moving against his erection and moan when he rubs his fingers over my core.

“Fuck, angel, I’ve been giving you time, but I can only lie in bed with you so many times without burying myself into this sweet ass pussy.”

“I’m tired of you waiting,” I say, then kiss his neck, sliding my tongue along his thick, corded muscles.

Luke drops me onto the bed and rips my panties from my legs before I can protest. He goes to his knees at the side of the bed and licks me from bottom up to my clit.

“Please,” I beg when he sucks my clit deep.

“I need a taste before I get inside you again, or I’m going to come like a racehorse.”

“I don’t care. I need you.” I grip his hair and pull.

He comes up over me and pushes me back, then rolls me to my stomach. He pulls my hips up before slamming into my body. I scream into the comforter so Jude doesn’t hear us. Thankfully, Jude picked the room furthest from Luke’s, but I still don’t want to traumatize our son like that.

“I soundproofed the room. You can scream all you want, baby. No one will hear us.”

I turn my head to look at him and let out a soft laugh. “Only you would think to soundproof our bedroom.”

“No one, not even our children, are going to hear your cries of pleasure. Those are all mine,” he says, punctuating each word with a thrust into my body.

I throw my head back and move with him, so he goes deeper. He flips me over and enters me again, pressing my back into the mattress.

“This is our bedroom.”

I blink a few times, trying to make sense of his words through the haze of passion. “I—I don’t understand.” I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of lust.

“That’s the first time you’ve called this our room. This whole house is ours. It’s not just mine. It’s yours.” He pistons his hips, then pulls out, long and slow. “It’s Jude’s.” He thrusts inside me again, repeating the motion. “And any other kids we will have. This is our home. Your home. Get it.”

Luke continues to thrust, over and over. My nipples pebble against his chest and ache. I feel the flush working over my skin as I close my eyes and scream from the pleasure and his words. He doesn’t stop. He works my orgasm higher, then plants himself deep and comes inside me.

“Ouch. Not so hard.” I warn him when he leans back and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

He looks down at me with a thoughtful expression. With an eyebrow arched, he squeezes my breast.

“Oh, that’s sensitive,” I say, then it clicks. “Son of a bitch.” I pull a pillow over my face as he laughs, hard and deep. His cock still inside me starts to harden again.

He makes love to me, slow and sensual this time. He licks and sucks every part of my body. He kisses around my flat stomach.

“My baby is in there again.” He sighs, and I can’t stop the tears as they roll down my face.

“Are you sad?” He rears up in shock.

I shake my head and pull him down until he’s a breath away from me.

“No. I love you, Luke Branch. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

“Thank fuck, because we’re getting married. You’re mine, and no one is going to take you away from me.”

He slides out of my body and rolls toward his nightstand. He pulls something from the drawer and turns back to me. I sit up in bed when he sits up too.

“Amelia Granville, I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you at the fair.

I loved you even when I thought you didn’t love me.

I loved you even more when I saw our beautiful son, who gave me permission to do this with you.

I’m not asking.” We both laugh. “I already did that once, and you said yes. Be my wife. Marry me, and spend the rest of your life with me.”

“Yes. I know you didn’t ask, but yes, I’ll marry you.”

He slips a beautiful rose gold and diamond ring onto my finger. Its center stone is surrounded by more diamonds than one of my fake belt buckles.

“I love you too,” I tell him as I jump into his arms, and we again make love.

T he next morning, I wake up to find three pregnancy tests lined up on our bathroom counter. A very impatient six-foot-four, long-haired, tattooed biker paces the bedroom as I take each one.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me have breakfast first.” I stomp out of the bathroom as he rushes past me to stare down at the tests.

“I need to know if you can or can’t have coffee.”

“Oh no, you don’t, big boy.” I turn around, my robe swishing around my legs. “You will not take my caffeine away from me.”

“I will, angel, if it makes our baby healthier.”

“Fuck that.” I return to the bathroom, ready to fight him.

He holds up the sticks, each one saying pregnant, and it hasn’t even been the full three minutes.

“Well, fuck.” I drop my head against his chest as he wraps his arms around me.

“I did it.” He fist pumps the air, and I shake my head as I look up at him.

“I think you mean we did it.” I laugh as Jude knocks on the open door.

“Is Mom up?”

“She is.” Luke gives me an evil grin. “Are you ready for a sibling, son?”

“Hell, yeah. I want a little sister.” Jude laughs, and I walk away from them, hoping to make it to the kitchen and get a few sips of my favorite coffee before Luke switches me to decaf.