Page 10 of Trip (Riders of Retribution #3)

Eight Years Later

Trip

If Julia had let me, I would have married her the day after I came in and rescued her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but she wanted us to find a house and settle in before making any other major life changes. As much as I hated to wait, I knew she was right.

Besides, we’re dedicated to spending the rest of our lives with each other. I proposed pretty damn quickly after finding the perfect ring, and I was finally able to marry the girl of my dreams. After that, it didn’t take long for me to get Julia pregnant.

Now, we’ve got our first child, my son, Ben, and Julia is four months pregnant with our second. Our lives are full of love and laughter, even if we’re both busy as hell. Julia’s sisters and the members of the MC help us out when life gets wild.

My bike purring underneath me, I take the turn to get to the diner where my wife is now working as the head server. I’m proud of her, proud of both of us actually. While she made herself important at the diner, I worked my way up in the ranks at the MC, acting as the tail gunner on our rides.

When I park out front, I notice that all of the lights are off and there isn’t any movement inside.

If I had to guess, Julia’s in the office finishing up her duties so she can go home.

She has no idea that I’m coming to visit, and I’ve never been happier that Rock gave me a copy of the key to the diner.

I let myself in, making sure to lock the door behind me. Then, to keep from scaring her too badly, I start humming. She’s done a lot of work since the day her parents’ murderer broke into her house, but that doesn’t mean I need to test that progress. I’m her safe space.

The office door is open, and when I poke my head in, she’s already smiling at me.

The cash is already put away, and the final report is pulled up on the computer.

That gorgeous smile and shining eyes draw me in.

She’s absolutely glowing with her pregnancy, and my cock immediately starts to get hard.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she says, turning away from me to type away on the computer, working on finishing her work.

I know that I should let her get everything done, but I can’t wait. The longer I stand here, watching her work, watching her bite her bottom lip and furrow her brow in concentration, I get harder and harder. I’m fucking tenting my jeans just by staring at my gorgeous wife.

“I’ll be done in just a minute,” she tells me, apparently unaware of how badly I need her.

“That’s too long,” I reply, coming up to her and pulling her to her feet. She gasps as I spin her around, pulling down her pants and bending her forward over the desk. I tease her inner thighs as I bend over her to whisper in her ear. “I need you right now, Julia.”

“Trip,” she whimpers, and when I finally let my hand graze her folds, I find that she’s already wet for me.

It seems like she needs me, too.

“We’ll be quick,” I promise, pressing a kiss behind her ear as I unbuckle my belt and shove my jeans and underwear down. With my cock nestled against her ass, I say, “And I’ll help you finish work when I’m done with you. I just need to be inside that tight pussy right fucking now.”

“I want it,” she whines, and that’s all the permission I need.

When I plunge inside her, she’s already dripping wet. I wonder if she’s been sitting here thinking of me, imagining me doing just this to her. It wouldn’t surprise me. Since getting pregnant with our second child, she’s been damn near insatiable.

I waste no time in starting a bruising pace. We both need this and want this. Our desire for one another is bone deep.

“Trip, that’s–” Julia moans, pushing back against each one of my thrusts, heightening the sensations for both of us. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah?” I growl, reaching down to find her clit.

I want to bring her to the brink of pleasure as quickly as possible. I’m sure that I’ll be able to give her more than one orgasm. Those baby hormones make her insanely sensitive. I’m going to take advantage of it for as long as I can.

As soon as I start rubbing tight circles around her clit, her pussy contracts. She screams, and I find myself thankful that she and I are the only ones in the diner. If anyone interrupted us, I’d probably tear them apart.

“You’re so fucking sensitive,” I say, nibbling at the lobe of her ear. My hips slap against the swell of her ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “God, I love you.”

“Love you, too,” she slurs, her voice climbing in pitch as her breaths get louder and louder.

Her first orgasm seems to come out of nowhere, taking both of us by surprise. I fuck her through it, rubbing her clit to prolong her pleasure. When she starts to whimper from overstimulation, I remove my hand but keep pistoning my hips into her.

“That was beautiful,” I whisper into her ear. “Let’s see if we can get another one out of you, hm? You think you can do that for me?”

“Yes!” she exclaims, probably because of the change in the angle of my hips more than anything else.

My own climax is on the horizon, but I’m determined to make sure she feels as good as possible. I decided from the moment that I met her that her pleasure would be my life’s purpose. I won’t let myself fall over that edge and fill her up until she’s cum again.

I shift my grip on her hips, making sure I’ve got the right angle to hit against her g-spot with every single thrust. Julia’s babbling in earnest now, taken by the unrelenting stimulation I’m giving her.

Judging by how her body reacts, she’s not going to need much more for her second crest of ecstasy.

“That’s it,” I say into her ear, leaving kisses everywhere that my mouth will reach. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”

“Mm,” she hums, unable to form actual words.

God, I love when she’s like this.

“Then go ahead,” I say, her body shuddering as if it already knows what I’m going to request of her. “Cum for me, Julia.”

Just like that, her body shakes violently and she cries out, my name on her lips. This time, when her pussy grips onto me tightly, my own body goes over the edge. Our orgasms seem to sync, creating a symphony of pleasure as I fill her up.

I fuck her through it, letting her body milk me of all that I have. When our shared pleasure subsides, I pull out of her, bringing her pants back up. She turns around then, with a devious smile on her pretty face.

“Felt like you fucked a twin into me.”

“Fuck,” I groan, the words going straight to my softening cock. “I’m trying to keep it together, Julia.”

“I know,” she says with a giggle.

As she sits back in her chair, I pull my pants back on. Then, I crouch next to her, looking at the screen alongside her. I say, “Let’s get this done. I’m itching for round two.”