Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I held out my hand, and she sauntered into my office and around my desk, falling easily into my lap. “Pay for what, angel?” I murmured as I buried my face in her hair and rested my palm over our kid.
“You owe me for hitting the target, remember? And honestly, I think it should be double considering how many ways you’ve put your brand on me.”
I grinned, thinking about how any fucker who looked at my girl would know she was taken by her vest, the ring on her finger, and the baby in her belly. If she would let me, I’d get my name tattooed in a very visible place on her body, too.
“Double, huh?” I pulled back and smiled at how damn cute she was with a little pout on her pretty lips. “Sounds fair.”
A bright smile stretched across her face. “I get to pick out two tattoos for you?” She rubbed her hands together in anticipation, making me laugh. The movement caused her to bounce a little in my lap, and her tits—which had grown with her pregnancy—jiggled, distracting me. I licked my lips when I noticed her nipples hardening and cursed the open door to my office. It was the only reason she wasn’t currently spread across my desk with my mouth on her.
“I’m thinking a unicorn on your butt and a butterfly—” That got my attention real fast, and I swatted her ripe little ass.
“That wasn’t the deal, angel. I promised to get some ink to represent you, but you don’t get to pick it out.”
“But—”
“No.” My tone was final, but I softened it by placing a quick kiss on her nose. “Now, be a good girl and go shut my office door.”
“Why?” she asked sassily. She knew exactly why. I’d had her for lunch on this desk many times.
I slipped my hand under her skirt and cupped her sex over her damp underwear. “’Cause we both know you’re needy as fuck from those pregnancy hormones, and I’m hard as a rock just thinking about eating your juicy pussy.” I scooted her off my lap and gave her another swat on the ass. “Then maybe I’ll let you help choose my tattoo.”
* * *
“I can’t believe you went without me, you big jerk!” Harlowe yelled when I walked into our room at the clubhouse. I sighed. Cat must have brought her a snack and ran her mouth. I needed to have a talk with Scout about keeping his woman in line.
Harlowe had fallen into an exhausted, boneless heap after I’d made her come four times. I’d barely lifted her into my arms before she fell asleep. The pregnancy was leaving her exhausted, and she took a lot of naps, so it wasn’t unusual for her to crash in our room at the clubhouse rather than go home.
My plan had always been to surprise her with the design of my new ink, so even though I knew she’d be pissed, I decided to take advantage of her sleepy state and go have it done. It would take several sessions to complete with shading and color, but my guy had finished the basic drawing in a few hours.
“Calm down, angel. You’ll make yourself sick if you get worked up,” I placated in a soothing tone as I shut the door behind me. Her morning sickness wasn’t too bad unless she let herself get overly tired or agitated.
She growled adorably and stomped over to stand in front of me. “I won,” she snapped.
“Yes, you did, angel. Do you want to see your prize?”
Harlowe snorted a laugh and glanced at my dick, which was rapidly hardening under her gaze. “Yes. I really do. But show me your tat first.”
I laughed and threw my arm around her shoulders to steer her toward the couch. “Too fucking cute, you know that?” I rumbled in amusement.
“Yeah, I’m fucking adorable,” she muttered. “Let me see it.”
She still looked tired, so I lifted my chin toward the couch and gave her a pointed look. She huffed but dropped down onto the cushions and curled her legs up underneath her.
Satisfied, I shrugged off my cut and tossed it onto the sofa next to her. My heart swelled, along with my dick, when she immediately grabbed it and put it on. She loved her vest, but if I wasn’t wearing mine, I could usually find it on her. She said it made her feel close to me all the time. That’s when the big, bad biker turned into a love-sick fool. I didn’t mind, though, as long as she was the only one who knew about him.
Grabbing the back of my shirt, I carefully pulled it off over my head and dropped it on the floor. Harlowe’s eyes darkened when they fixated on my abs, and she swallowed hard. I grinned and shook my head. “Patience, angel. You picked the order of this show.”