Page 22 of The MC’s Surprise (Bikers and Babies #4)

Vegas

I t pissed me off seeing Sierra and the firefighter hitting it off all afternoon.

They were inseparable, talking and laughing, and an insane possessiveness filled my gut until I was seething.

It was like watching Charlotte with one of her exes, but worse, because Charlotte wasn’t carrying my kid.

Sierra was, and watching her with the firefighter made me want to hurt someone.

Namely, the stupid firefighter who kept grinning at her.

And when I overheard him asking her to text him, I almost lost it.

I wasn’t about to sit around watching some other guy steal away a woman I was interested in.

Not again. If she didn’t want me, I wasn’t going to play games about it.

So when she said she wasn’t interested in the guy, I jumped into action.

I wanted to make it so no other guy would draw her away from me.

I wanted to make her want only me. It was possessive and stupid and I couldn’t fucking help myself.

Using the grip on her elbow, I jerked her forward, gripping her hair as I cut her off with a fierce kiss.

She gasped against my lips, surprised, and I took advantage of the shock, tangling my tongue with hers.

I quickly figured out that Sierra wasn’t the type to surrender.

Once the shock wore off, she kissed me back with equal fervor, her tongue dueling with mine as we both wrestled for control.

She stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, her belly pressed up against my stomach, and fisted the front of my shirt to prevent me from pulling away.

Not that I would. There wasn’t a damn thing on the planet that would pull me away right now.

I was supposed to go to a club meeting. Prez said he wanted to go over the event with the whole crew and the plans we’d made for the charity event.

Club business was the last thing on my mind with Sierra pressed against me.

I couldn’t even force myself away long enough to take her to dinner like I promised.

I was ready to strip her bare right there in the front yard because I couldn’t get enough and apparently neither could she.

“How long until someone shows up to interrupt us?” she murmured against my lips.

Trailing wet kisses down her jaw to her neck, I sucked lightly on the juncture between her neck and shoulder. “I’m surprised no one has showed up yet.”

“Maybe… we should go inside?”

My already hard cock twitched in my jeans and I pulled away so I could look her in the eye.

Her lips were swollen from our kisses, her pupils blown out.

She was gorgeous, all needy and flushed, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out where she wanted to go.

I recognized that look from way back and my blood sizzled with excitement to feel her again.

“You sure?”

I wanted her more than anything, but I wasn’t about to screw this up by jumping into the sack too quickly. I wasn’t stupid enough to say no if she asked, though.

When she licked her lips, my eyes followed the movement, and I dragged her closer by her hips, pressing my erection against her hip. She responded by slipping her hand between us and rubbing me through my jeans.

“I’m sure. Take me upstairs.”

Shit. She was perfect. There was literally nothing I could find about Sierra that wasn’t fucking perfection.

I dipped my head for one more blistering kiss before I grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside.

The crew scattered after the park event for dinner.

We were supposed to meet right after. Hopefully no one would notice my absence.

I knew all about what happened today. They didn’t need me. Not like I needed Sierra right now.

The second the door shut behind us, I yanked Sierra back into my arms, palming her ass as I fused my lips to hers. She lifted one leg around my hip, then huffed a small laugh, pulling away to glance down.

“I feel like there’s something keeping us apart.”

Releasing her butt, I put one hand on her belly, grinning when I felt a little kick against my palm. “Is it wrong that I find it sexy as hell? I get Butch getting all drooly over his old lady when she was pregnant now.”

Her brows furrowed with her frown. “Really? But I’m huge.”

“You’re carrying my kid, Sierra. You’re fucking gorgeous is what you are.”

She didn’t agree with me, I could see it on her face, but the only way I could think to convince her was to show her.

I swooped down again to capture her lips, grinning when her fingers dug into my hair to keep me where she wanted me.

I liked that she met my enthusiasm with the same intensity.

There wasn’t a question on if she was into it or not.

She was just as demanding as I was for more.

We fell together onto the bed on our sides to keep the weight off her belly as we made out like teenagers. When she shifted a hand between us again, rubbing against my cock, I groaned low in her mouth, my hands moving automatically to her ass to encourage her.

For two people who were in a damn hurry to get up here, neither of us seemed in any rush now.

We kissed and touched, capturing each other’s moans and groans with our tongues until I was so deliriously hot, I was worried I was gonna combust in my jeans.

I rolled us, putting Sierra underneath me, careful not to put my weight on her, and yanked off her shirt at the same time.

She wasn’t about to let me one up her, so she pushed mine up, breaking another kiss long enough to yank it over my head.

Her naked skin drew my focus away from her lips.

Sierra was all creamy skin and perfect curves.

She wasn’t the kind of woman who counted her calories or surgically augmented her figure even before she got pregnant.

She was all natural perfection. And now with the pregnancy, she was even more gorgeous than I remembered.

I palmed her breast and couldn’t help but ask, “Are these bigger than I remember?”

She rolled her eyes, snickering. “Yes, Vegas. They’re full of milk. Are you going to start drooling now?”

“Maybe,” I smirked. I kept my touch gentle, since I’d overheard Mel once talking about how women get sensitive while pregnant.

Her smile was indulgent and she didn't stop me from perusing the things I remembered and the things that were new.

She had freckles on her shoulder, darker than the freckles on her nose.

I brushed my lips along the little clusters of constellations before following the strap of her bra to her breasts.

Her bra was lacey and probably too small if the way her breasts were spilling out of them was anything to go by, which was a fun surprise.

I ran my tongue along the fabric, listening to her gasp and moan as I soaked the material.

While she was distracted, I slowly dragged her jeans off her hips, not hindered by any buttons thanks to the band to support her belly.

Her panties matched her bra, playing peek-a-boo with what was underneath.

I trailed hot kisses down her belly, pausing once to press a longer one against the swell, reveling in the fact that my kid was in there before returning to playing the same game as before as I tried to soak the material of her panties without pulling them off.

She gasped and moaned as I licked her clit through the lace, the fabric rough on my tongue.

I caught little hints of her taste, teasing myself and her at the same time until I was practically starving for a real taste of her.

I reared back, yanking her panties off, and dove back in before she could stop me.

The first drag of my tongue along her sex made me groan.

She was sweet as honey and soaking wet, spurring me on with her little kitten noises as she writhed beneath me.

I sucked on her clit, drawing out a husky moan that made my dick throb in my jeans.

My zipper dug into me to the point of discomfort, and I was only half paying attention to getting them off as I dipped inside Sierra’s pussy to get more of her taste on my tongue.

“Vegas!” she cried, and I felt her walls flutter against my mouth.

She was close, and I was dying for her release.

Abandoning the problem with my jeans, I pushed two fingers inside her, my tongue circling her clit until she exploded with a scream.

I licked around my fingers, tasting her while I finger fucked her through her release.

When the aftershocks subsided, I finally pulled away, licking the rest of her off my fingers.

“Oh god, I’ve never come that fast in my life,” she breathed, her face flushed and her expression a little dazed.

A grin overtook my face, and I leaned over her to nip at her lip before letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned, her arms around my neck to drag me on top of her. With my body against hers, she finally noticed I was still half dressed, and she frowned at me.

“What are you doing? Take those off.”

“You bossin’ me around, woman?”

She shot me a challenging look, pulling me back down to duel her tongue with mine.

I loved the fight. It wasn’t actually about who was in control.

We both had a common goal. Which made the challenge all that more exciting because no matter who had the upper hand, we were both going to get what we wanted.

With Sierra’s help, I was out of my jeans and between her legs with a condom on my dick in minutes.

I reached between us, teasing her with gentle swipes over her entrance until she was mewling and her nails dug into my ass in a silent demand for more.

It was a little more complicated with the belly, I had to stuff a pillow under her hips to lift them, but when I pushed inside her, a loud groan filled the room that I couldn’t tell if it was coming from me or her.

Maybe both of us. Her tight heat wrapped around me and I had to fight to give her time to adjust because my body wanted to go buck wild the minute I pushed inside her.

I pressed small kisses along her shoulder, waiting for her body to relax, and shivered when she dragged her nails along my spine.

“Sierra, baby, you’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman when you do shit like that.”

I didn't want to hurt her. I’d never had sex with a pregnant woman before, and I had no clue what would be too much.

Sierra didn’t seem to care. She snickered, doing it again, a little rougher this time.

I grunted, my hips snapping against hers in a punishment that made my eyes roll into my head.

God, she felt good. I did it again, my control slowly slipping away with each thrust. Sierra moaned her encouragement, keeping up her teasing scratches until I was pounding into her.

She never complained, so I figured it was okay.

Tingles gathered at the base of my spine and spread outwards, and I sucked in a sharp breath, trying desperately to hold back my release until Sierra came first. It was a close call, and when she finally exploded around me, I almost went cross-eyed with relief, finally letting go with a roar.

I threw myself to the side before I could collapse on top of her and crush her and the baby, but I wasn’t willing to let her go very far.

I dragged her against me until her head rested on my chest and I had a grip on one of her thighs thrown over my waist. I couldn’t remember the last time I cuddled with a woman.

Maybe the last time me and Sierra were together?

I was in no rush to move, soaking in the cuddles. Our kid was less cooperative and started kicking like crazy, the little movements strong enough for me to feel them against my side. I chuckled, rolling onto my side and putting my hand on her belly.

“Problem, little one?”

Sierra snickered, putting her hand on top of mine. “Probably complaining that we’re taking up their space. If I even rest my arm against my belly for too long, they kick me.”

“To be fair, it’s a small space, and they’re getting big,” I commented, rubbing light circles over her soft skin, trying to soothe the baby’s frustration.

Things didn't move quickly planning these events, so we were already into the eighth month of Sierra’s pregnancy.

I was worried about her keeping up with it all while she was so heavily pregnant, but I knew better than to ask her to slow down.

I promised I wouldn’t coddle her and I was already terrible at keeping that promise.

Lying there, I finally remembered the topic I’d been meaning to bring up with her. Now seemed like as good a time as any to mention it.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Pretty hazel eyes looked up at me, curious and open. I couldn’t resist leaning down for a long, slow kiss, savoring it for a moment. When I finally leaned back, she blinked slowly, her smile soft and languid.

“Was that what you wanted to talk to me about? Because I’m totally fine having that conversation.”

I laughed out loud. I loved her playful banter. Smacking a kiss on her lips, I promised, “We definitely will after I tell you about my phone call with Mel.”

She tipped her head, frowning at me. “What are you talking about?”

Blowing out a breath, I swallowed down the nerves and admitted, “Mel’s been looking to sell her house. I asked to buy it. I was hoping you’d come look at it with me, see if its good enough to raise our kid in.”