Page 46 of The MC’s Surprise (Bikers and Babies #4)

Vegas

We both danced and cheered silently before sneaking out to the living room.

She was too little yet to sleep in her own room, so we’d join her eventually, but it was too early for that right now.

When we were finally out of earshot, I let out a sigh of relief, dragging Sierra into my arms and kissing the top of her head.

“It’s like diffusing a bomb,” I muttered. “One wrong move and it’s all over.”

She snickered, her arms wrapped around my waist tightly.

We rocked a little, almost like we were dancing, and I felt my heart leap in my chest with the cuteness.

I could totally see us doing the same thing fifty years from now.

I’d be old and wrinkly, and Sierra would be just as perfect as she was now, just with gray hair.

It was definitely how our future would go.

“I hope the rest of the rally goes as well as today did,” she murmured, resting her head against my chest.

“It will,” I assured her, hugging her a little tighter. “You set it up. I know it’ll go great.”

Her fingers digging a little tighter into my back gave away how she felt about it.

She was worried. After how things ended with her last business venture, I didn’t hold it against her.

I doubted words would do anything to change her mind.

We just had to wait and see, and once everything went off without a hitch, she’d relax a little. I’d make sure of it.

Determined to distract her from her past, I used a knuckle to lift her chin, guiding her lips to mine.

I slid my hand into her hair, sinking into it when her lips parted.

I was never going to get bored of this. The way her lips molded to mine, soft and plush, and so damn sweet.

The first glide of our tongues sent shivers down my spine and the damn neediness I’d kept on lockdown since she gave birth reared its head.

I wanted to drag her to the couch and have my wicked way with her, but I didn’t want to push her before she was ready either.

She was only just cleared by the doctor.

I could wait as long as she needed me to.

It seemed like Sierra wasn’t willing to back down this time, her tongue pushing into my mouth as she fought for control.

Normally, I’d fight back. I liked playing with her.

But she was in charge of how far we went this time.

I would take whatever she’d give me. Luckily, she was as generous in bed as she was in every other aspect of her life.

We stumbled toward the couch, tongues tangled, hands wandering.

I let her push me down onto the couch, cupping her ass as she straddled me.

When she pulled back, a curious look on her face, I grinned.

“You’re being really docile this time. You know the doctor cleared me, right? You won’t hurt me.”

“I know.” When she lifted her eyebrows, I corrected myself. “Mentally, I know that. But it’ll make me feel better if you lead. We’ll only go as far as you want us to. Sound like a plan?” I lifted my chin in challenge, grinning at the almost giddy look on her face.

“That sounds like fun. So does that mean I’m in charge?”

“For tonight. I’ll fight you for it again tomorrow,” I replied with a smirk.

“Ooh, someone’s presumptuous,” she teased, before leaning to whisper against my lips. “I like it. I like that you already have plans for tomorrow.”

I bit back a groan. Six weeks was a long time sleeping next to this perfect woman without being able to touch her.

Once probably wouldn’t be enough. As long as she was willing, I was going to keep her wrapped around me all damn night.

Maybe all weekend. I lifted my head far enough to capture her lips, showing her without words what she meant to me.

She sank into it with a contented sigh, seeming in no rush to move on from this.

I wasn’t in a hurry either. I was at Sierra’s mercy.

And if she wanted to drag this out all night, I wasn’t about to start complaining.

When she finally sat up and slowly pulled that pretty pink dress over her head, I was hard as granite and almost desperate to get inside her.

She fisted the front of my shirt, and I came willingly, helping her divest me of my cut and t-shirt.

She ran her fingers down the tattoos, and I couldn’t help but tease her.

“Thinking about getting your own ink, sweetheart?”

She snickered, nipping at my bottom lip. “I might consider it. I’ve always wanted one.”

“That’d be hot,” I smirked, cupping her neck to drag her in for another kiss.

While I was curious to know what she was thinking of getting, I wasn’t about to get distracted by what we were doing.

Her bra was one of those sturdy types with the little latches for breastfeeding, but it didn’t take away from how hot she was in the slightest. She did hesitate when I unhooked it, almost uneasy as one of the straps slipped down her shoulder.

“What is it?” I murmured, cupping her cheek again.

“I… I’ve got some stretch marks, and–”

I knew that. I’d seen pretty much everything. I’d helped her shower when she was too exhausted and in pain to do it herself, and it wasn’t like she hid when she was breastfeeding. She was still beautiful, stretchmarks and all.

Twisting to put her underneath me, I let my gaze trail over her half naked body. “I don’t see any.”

She tried to argue, disgruntled, but I cut her off with a kiss.

“All I see are warrior stripes and the perfect body on the planet.” I lifted my eyebrows at her.

“You carried my kid, Sierra. Those marks show just how tough you are to pull that off. They don’t take away from how gorgeous you are. They add to the appeal.”

Slowly, a smile tugged at her lips and when I tugged lightly on the bra and pulled it off, she let me.

She still looked a little anxious about it, but I took some time to kiss every mark she earned throughout her pregnancy until she was smiling again and the apprehension in her eyes was completely gone.

She tried to pull me back up her body, but I didn’t move until I kissed every inch of the scar on her belly from her c-section.

That one still made my heart twist uncomfortably sometimes, remembering how terrified she was.

But it also reminded me of how brave she’d been and only made me love her more.

She got tired of waiting for me and went after my clothes instead.

It took some wrestling to get the rest of our clothes off without falling off the couch, but I ended up on my back again, with the most beautiful woman on the planet straddling me.

She wrapped her fist around my dick, stroking me just rough enough to drive me nuts.

I wanted more, wanted to take over and fuck her, and the fact that I couldn’t only made it hotter.

I had to grip the cushions to stop myself from snatching her against my chest and putting her underneath me.

I was so focused on not taking over, I didn’t notice her move until her lips wrapped around the head of my dick.

A sharp groan punched from my chest and I had to squeeze my eyes shut when the image of her sucking me off threatened to force my finish before I was ready.

Not that closing my eyes really helped. It just made me more aware of the feel of her, the suction of her lips.

I groaned and shifted restlessly, my fingers slipping into her hair without my permission.

“Sierra… You’re gonna make me come…”

I thought she’d heed the warning, give me some sort of break, but she only doubled down, and I threw my head back on a gasp as she attempted to suck out my soul out from my dick.

I tried tugging her hair, hoping she’d stop and praying she’d keep going at the same time.

A familiar tingle started at the base of my spine, but all my warnings were half choked and completely ignored.

Her hand followed her mouth, stroking me roughly, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Oh, shit!”

She kept going until my cock stopped twitching and she completely drained me dry. I stared blindly at the ceiling, my mind blown and my breathing too damn fast. When she finally leaned over me, a sly grin on her face, I could only huff out a laugh.

“Give me a minute. I think you broke my brain. Holy shit, you’re good at that.”

She snickered, nipping at my lip playfully. “I thought I should take the edge off. It’s been a while.”

“Is it my turn yet?”

“I thought you needed a minute,” she teased.

With a quick move, I had her pinned beneath me, her wrists trapped in one of my hands above her head. She looked at me through her eyelashes, that teasing grin still in place.

“Maybe I need to try harder next time. You’ve still got too much energy.”

Fuck. That threat sent shivers down my spine. If she ‘tried’ any harder with my dick in her mouth, I might go blind. I winked at her to mask just how easily she could control me, dipping closer to whisper in her ear.

“My turn, baby.”