Page 35 of The MC’s Surprise (Bikers and Babies #4)

Sierra

O f all the scenarios I’d thought of when I was getting ready to tell Vegas about the baby, I never dared to hope it’d go beyond friends.

Even when he asked me on a date, I held back as much as I could.

Trying to spare my heart from the pain that I was sure was coming.

But Vegas asking me to be his old lady wasn’t a casual thing.

It meant almost as much as if he’d asked me to marry him.

The crew had a lot of respect for the old ladies. And Vegas wanted me to be his.

I was stunned speechless, which for me was huge. I always had something to say. But I could only gape at him as he trailed kisses down my body and paused at my belly, grinning at it.

“Sorry, baby. I’m stealing your mommy for a little bit. I’ll give you attention after.”

Oh god. I was melting. There was no coming back from that. How was he so damn sweet?

“And how did you plan on doing that?” I had to ask, or risk bursting into tears. Seriously, my hormones were so out of wack today.

“Butch and me got to talking when he came to the clubhouse this morning. He said he would read baby books to Skylar’s belly so Ryder recognized his voice when he came out. I figured I’d do the same. If you’re okay with it, that is.”

He looked a little sheepish, maybe a little embarrassed, but it was the sincerity and eagerness that got to me. “I thought bikers were supposed to be scary. How are you such a teddy bear?”

He smirked, kissing my belly one more time. “You bring it out in me, sweetheart.”

“Liar.” There was no way it was just me bringing that out in him. That was all him.

He ignored my comment, continuing his journey south until he reached my feet.

I’d dressed a little nicer today, thinking my friends and my mom would be at the shower, so I was wearing a sundress and flats, which he’d apparently taken off when I climbed into bed.

He snagged a bottle of lotion off the nightstand and set to work massaging my feet, and I really did melt that time.

“Oh god, you have magic hands,” I murmured, sinking a little farther into the pillow.

His low chuckle made me shiver. Or maybe it was when he pressed a little harder into the arch of my foot.

I had no idea I was carrying so much tension until he started massaging me.

He started at my toes and left no inch untouched as he worked his way up my calves and thighs.

I hadn’t realized it was turning me on until his hand moved under my skirt and brushed against the damp panel of my panties.

When I opened my eyes, his grin was positively wicked. “What? You said your biker needed to take advantage of you.”

He was teasing, but I knew why. He wanted permission.

We’d been intimate a few times since the first time, but he always made sure I was comfortable and in the mood before asking for more.

And because I’d been tired and nauseous all morning, I knew he wouldn’t go any further until he knew I was one hundred percent on board.

“I did say that,” I replied slyly. “So what are you waiting for?”

He pounced without warning, and we were both laughing as we wrestled for control.

I loved how playful he was, even in bed.

Sex should be fun, and even when he was trying to be careful with me, he made sure it was fun and full of passion.

Eventually, though, Vegas captured my wrists and pinned them above my head.

He dipped his head, and I thought he was going to kiss me, but just as my eyes fluttered shut, he bypassed my lips to whisper in my ear instead.

“I win.”

The mood shifted with his heated voice and when his lips pressed against mine, I surrendered, letting him control how things continued.

I wasn’t disappointed. He kept one hand on my wrists, the other tracing down my arm and my side to grab the hem of my dress.

He didn’t yank it off, instead lifting it slowly, exposing my skin little by little until he pulled it over my head.

He let out a harsh breath, his gaze like a heated caress against my skin as he took in every inch of me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He said it with such reverence, I believed him. I never really thought I’d compare to someone like Charlotte, especially now that I was pregnant and enormous, but Vegas seemed happy with the way I was, and even though my face burned, a smile pulled at my lips from the compliment.

Lifting my chin for another kiss, I moaned into his mouth when he cupped the swells of my breasts.

No bra, because the ones I liked barely fit anymore and the new ones my mom got me for breastfeeding weren’t flattering and couldn’t be hidden beneath the dress.

Vegas seemed pleased with the result. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, teasing little gasps from me.

I was more sensitive than I had been before, and I swore I felt like my breasts got heavier with every touch.

Then his mouth joined in on the fun. He finally released my wrists, scooting farther down the bed to taste his fill.

I cupped the back of his head to keep him there, moaning at the flick of his tongue on my skin.

It wasn’t long before I felt like I was on fire, my skin burning, heat pooling into my belly and making my lower half throb.

He hadn’t even taken off my panties yet, and he was still fully dressed himself.

There was no rush to his movements, and he seemed to be doing it simply because he enjoyed it.

“Vegas… Please…”

He groaned, finally lifting his head to look up at me. “Justin. You’re my old lady, Sierra. You call me by my name.”

My face flushed with pleasure. The only person I’d ever heard call him by his first name was Charlotte. Was it wrong to take enjoyment out of the fact that he’d given me that privilege after just having seen her this afternoon? It was like he was choosing me over her.

“Justin.”

He smiled, seeming to take as much pleasure out of it as I did.

I was a little afraid I’d burst out with a love confession, so I distracted him and myself by pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor.

I ran my hand over his back, feeling the muscles shift and bunch as he situated himself between my thighs, his hand fisted gently in my hair as he claimed my lips again.

He had a body worth drooling over, not overly muscled like a bodybuilder, but obviously he put work into it, the little indents of his six-pack pressed tightly against my belly.

I was so focused on exploring him with my hands that I didn’t notice his slipping into my panties until his fingers pressed gently against my clit.

I almost swallowed my tongue as my body lit up like a live wire, the electricity sparking at the spot where his fingers rubbed in small circles.

I moaned into Justin’s mouth, gripping his arm and silently pleading for him not to stop.

Every once in a while, he’d dip lower, teasing my entrance and dragging my arousal up to my clit, until I was soaked and so close, I felt like a downed power line, dangerously close to exploding.

When he pushed two fingers inside me, crooking them in a come hither motion, I ripped my mouth away from his, searing hot lightning coursing through my body as my release slammed into me.

His fingers kept moving, dragging it out until the last of the aftershocks faded.

When I opened my eyes, his gaze was heated and I could see the outline of his erection pressed against his jeans, but he didn’t move to do anything about it right away.

“Need a hand with that?” I teased.

He hummed, moving his fingers and making me gasp. “In a minute. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I want to make it happen again.”

I wanted to point out it could happen again with him inside me, but he cut me off before I could say anything, his tongue tangling with mine. If I wanted things to go my way, I’d have to do it myself.

With that in mind, I took advantage of his distraction, shoving his shoulder until he was on his back and I could reach his jeans. He grunted, a grin crossing his face, but it wasn’t there long. Once I drew his length from his jeans, his face fell and he groaned, thrusting up into my hand.

Scooting down the bed, I helped him rid himself of his jeans and boxers, smirking at the lust drunk look on his face when I settled between his legs. When I pulled him between my lips, he let out a long groan, his head dropping back for a second before he forced himself back up to watch.

I took my time teasing him like he teased me, flattening my tongue in long swipes along his length and swirling it around the head.

Anything except actually sucking, like I knew he wanted me to.

He looked almost desperate, his hands flexing by his sides like he wanted to grab my hair but refused because he was too much of a gentleman for that.

“Oh, fuck, Sierra, please…” he groaned between gritted teeth.

That was what I wanted to hear. He wasn’t the only one who could make the other beg.

I rewarded him by finally pulling him into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks as I drew back.

He choked back a shout, his thigh muscles flexing as he fought to keep himself still.

Strings of muttered curses spilled from his lips, and I only got a few bobs of my head in before he was pulling me away, his breath coming out in sharp pants.

“You’re gonna make me come and I’m not ready.”

Sounded like he was ready, but I got what he meant. And I wasn’t going to argue. He twisted away long enough to grab a condom, but I grabbed his arm to stall him, frowning at it.

“Do we really need that? I mean, I’m already pregnant, and I haven’t been with anyone but you in two years. And I got tested after my last relationship. I was clean.”

I got tested after every relationship. I’d been cheated on before and even if a relationship ended amicably, I didn’t trust it enough not to do a test.

From the look on his face, you’d think I’d offered him a million dollars. His cock twitched agaisnt my hip, and he looked ready to pounce again.

“I’ve never… not without protection,” he murmured. “And we get tested every year when Mel makes us go get our physicals. Are you sure?”

Throwing my arms around his neck, I drew him down for a slow, sensual kiss, murmuring against his lips. “I’m sure. I trust you, Justin.”

That may have turned him on more than forgoing a condom. He seemed to choke on his own breath for a second before attacking my mouth with a ferocity more like what I’d expected from a biker. Then he situated himself between my thighs and pushed inside me in one smooth motion.

All the teasing finally ended as we both moaned simultaneously. Justin looked a little shell shocked, looking between us as he shifted his hips back and pushed in again. I watched, fascinated as his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh, fuck. You’re so fucking wet and hot and– Fuck!”

His movements turned a little frantic, somehow hitting just the right angle to make my toes curl.

The closer I got, the more I hugged him closer, until we were pressed so close, it was hard to tell where he ended and I began.

He nipped and kissed along my neck, while I teased his ear with my tongue, and ran my nails lightly along his back.

I felt my belly tighten, felt myself drawing closer to another explosive release, my body coiling tightly like a spring.

I wanted us to finish together, but my body wasn’t listening.

It was too good. He was hitting all the right spots, and when he groaned out my name, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My head flew back in a muted scream, my release exploding through me so intensely it took my breath away. Justin grunted, his rhythm stuttering, and a few thrusts later, he followed me over the edge with a shout.

It took a while to come back to reality.

I was floating in a pleasant haze, my lower half still throbbing from the pleasure, and my body was warm and safe wrapped in Justin’s arms. When I finally opened my eyes, I found both of us on our sides, his face inches from mine, his eyes closed and his breathing unsteady, sweat gathered at his temples.

He looked wrecked and an odd sense of pride filled my chest for being the reason he looked that way.

Cupping his face, I smiled when he leaned into my palm, a slow smile curving his lips.

He opened his eyes and pressed his forehead against mine.

That one sweet move sealed the deal. I was one hundred percent in love with him.

There was no going back for me. I just hoped he didn’t break my heart in the future.