Jack & Coke (The Uncertain Saints Book 2) (18 page)

His lips skimmed up the side of my throat, and I laughed breathlessly.

“Almost?” I asked, sitting forward and reaching behind me to guide his cock to my entrance.

He helped me by holding his cock as I slowly slid down his length.

Filled completely with him his hand went to my ass my body adjusted to his girth.

I started to move, sliding all the way up the length of him to the very tip before dropping slowly back down

His thumb ventured down to sweep across my entrance, and my body hummed in anticipation.

He’d tried this once before, and he’d caught the hesitancy on my face, so he didn’t take it very far.

This time, though, he let his thumb gather the wetness around my stretched entrance, then he drug it up to the rosette of my ass and slowly started to massage there.

My nipples pebbled, and I leaned my head forward until it rested on his shoulder.

My arms encircled his neck, and I kept up the pace sliding up and back down on him.

Not too fast, but not slow.

Just right for now, allowing him to work without trying to keep up with my jostling movements.

I gasped when he finally slipped his thumb inside, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as sparks of pure pleasure burst through me.

Who knew that having a thumb in your ass felt as good as it did?

And I’m not talking a little bit of good, I’m talking about a lot of good.

I couldn’t decide which feeling to focus on.

The way his thumb felt, teasing me in a way that I’d never been teased before, or the way his huge, hard cock filled me perfectly, dragging across that spot inside of me that only he had been able to reach.

In the end, it didn’t matter what I focused on.

I was on fire for him and barreling toward a massive orgasm.

He had three fingers inside of me when I came, and I came so hard that I screamed.

Loudly.

“Mig!”

He growled as my hips slowed, taking over the movements with both of his hands on my hips. Controlling the movement for his pleasure now.

He quickly moved me along his length and slammed me down, three more times before he exploded inside of me.

Short, strong bursts of his semen poured inside my pussy, making me momentarily wish that I wasn’t on birth control.

That his seed would take root.

I shook those thoughts away, and I focused on the present.

Didn’t need them any time soon, either.

Which was why, instead of focusing on what could be, I focused on what we had now.

“Do you even have any of the things you’ll need for the baby?” I asked him, turning my head to study his profile.

His eyes were closed, and he was breathing hard.

Contentment started to slowly seep into my limbs.

I licked my lips, but Mig’s next words had panic rising in my throat.

“No. I don’t have anything. What do they need? Diapers and clothes?” He asked, sounding tired.

I blinked, sitting up to stare at him.

“You’re kidding, right?” I asked carefully.

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

I stood up, immediately rethinking how awesome it was to have sex without a condom.

Seriously, sex was messy business.

Who knew?

How interesting would life be if our thoughts appeared in bubbles over our heads?

-Annie’s secret thoughts

Mig

“I don’t want to register for it. I just want to buy the shit that you think we need and leave,” I muttered.

Annie shot me an annoyed look.

“People are going to want to buy you things, and if you don’t have a registry, they won’t know what you need,” she explained slowly, picking up a huge package of diapers.

I blinked. “Do we
really need all of that right now?” I asked.

She didn’t bother to answer; instead, moving to put a huge box of wipes into the cart, followed by smaller tubs and packages of the same.

The more she continued to add to the cart, the more I could see the dollars adding up.

“Here, which one?” She asked, pointing to the two car seats directly in front of her.

“What’s wrong with that one?” I asked, pointing to the cheaper one.

“That one is made for bigger kids. This one is for a newborn,” she indicated.

I pointed to the cheaper one.

“That one is fine,” I said.

She chose the teal-colored one that I had
not
pointed at.

“Will you go get another cart? We’re going to need at least two, if not three,” she said.

Reluctantly, I walked away in a hurry, worried that if I took too long, she’d buy the whole fuckin’ section.

I got looks as I exited the baby section, and I couldn’t wait to see people’s faces when I had an actual baby in my arms.

Big ass biker and a tiny baby.

That was going to be fun.

After grabbing the cart, I hurried back to the baby section, taking a short-cut through the big kid section.

I picked up a monkey with long arms, surveying it on the way back to Annie.

I’d just rounded the corner of the aisle where she’d been when I left, only to find it empty.

The next one was empty as well.

By the time I hit up the third aisle, my heart started to pound.

And when I’d made an entire circuit of the baby department, I called for her.

“Annie!”

Customers looked at me, but I didn’t care that I’d just yelled bringing everyone’s attention my way.

I was more worried that I’d been stupid and left her alone when I knew she shouldn’t be left alone.

“Annie!” I called again.

An elderly woman snapped at me.

“Is she the pretty girl in the red shirt?” She asked.

I nodded. “Yes, did you see where she went?”

She pointed in the direction of the restrooms that were at the very back of the store.

“She went that way, left her cart right there,” she indicated where the cart was parked.

I thanked her and moved towards the bathroom.

I didn’t stop at the door, either.

I barged right in, and what I saw had me seeing red.

“What happened?” I demanded.

She had a wad of toilet paper covering her mouth that was quickly saturating with blood.

She pulled the rag away from her mouth.

“Some guy shoved me from behind, and I fell, hitting my lip on the rack before I went down,” she explained. “I don’t think he meant to.”

I doubted that.

Bumping into her, I could see. Full out pushing her to her hands and knees, I couldn’t.

The cut was on the inside of her mouth, making me realize that it could’ve been worse than it was.

“What’d he look like?” I asked her.

She shook her head.

“I don’t know. I only saw his gray shoes as he walked away. I guess I’m just lucky he didn’t take the opportunity to steal my purse that was sitting right there in the cart,” she explained, wincing slightly when she pulled her lip tight over her teeth. “It was all messed up like he started to look through it for my wallet.”

Thirty minutes later, we left Target with twenty percent off our entire purchase since I’d kicked up one hell of a fuss over the fact that their entire fucking security system had conveniently gone down.

I didn’t take the discount.

Annie did.

Which, in turn, meant I was still mad, just keeping a tight lid on it until I could get home and talk to the club to see what we were going to do about this.

“I’m going to try to…” I started to say, but the sight of lights up ahead near my house shut me down before I finished that thought.

“What the fuck?” I asked as I swung into Annie’s driveway.

The first person I saw was Wolf, who was standing in the middle of Annie’s yard with a grim look on his face.

I got out, slamming the truck’s door, and walked over to him.

“What happened?” I asked, looking at my house.

“Alison called the cops because she kept hearing someone knocking on the backdoor,” Wolf explained. “When they got here, they saw what looked to be blood on the back porch, but was actually ketchup…a lot of it…smeared all over the back porch, almost like someone had rolled around in it.”

My teeth started to grind together.

“Did you check the feed?” I asked.

Wolf nodded. “It’s out. Your line was cut from the pole, but your generator kicked on, not even letting Alison see anything more than a flicker, so she didn’t know to call.”

I had a generator that had a four second delay.

When power was lost, it kicked on, but only certain things worked.

Like the fridge, the lights and the AC.

Small things, such as the security system, weren’t hooked up to it.

Something that only a professional would know.

My generator was hard to miss.

It stuck out like a sore thumb right to the side of the front of my house.

I got asked all the time by people that didn’t know me what it was, and I always told them that’s where I put my trashcans.

Although half right, it wasn’t solely for that purpose.

“We were at Target tonight and someone pushed Annie, made her fall and hit the rack of clothes in front of her,” I told him. “When I went to see the camera feed to see what exactly happened, they couldn’t tell me because their security system had been turned off for a total of eight minutes, during which time, Annie took her fall.”

Wolf slowly turned to look at me.

“Convenient.”

I nodded.

It was.

Too convenient.

“I think it’s time to call my old man. See what his boys can find,” I said. “I’ve tried to do it myself, but this guy has the connections required to hide himself, and I think he’s finally decided to stop playing with me and do some real harm.”

And it was time for me to hire someone to watch over Annie and, I guess, Jennifer.

I didn’t think Jennifer would be a target, mostly because she was the reason this had all started.

But I was proved wrong tonight, and had she been alone, I was sure I would be staring at an empty house right now instead of one that contained a pissed off Jennifer.

“That may be the best idea right now,” Wolf said.

“What’s your father going to do that you can’t?” Annie questioned softly from behind me.

I turned to her, seeing that she was holding a hand full of bags.

“My father has bodyguards that are very loyal to him and the Konn name,” I said. “And if he tells them to, which I know he will once he realizes that there’s a baby coming, they’ll watch over y’all until she has the baby so I can put my full attention into finding this son of a bitch.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re going to stick me with Jennifer?”

She sounded so appalled at the idea that I laughed.

“It’ll be for just a few days, a week tops,” I tried.

She narrowed her eyes.

“I’d rather be stuck in prison with half my leg chewed off by rats or even share the jail cell with a large woman named Bertha who has a crush on me,” she said stubbornly.

“There is another option,” I said.

She lit up at the possibility.

“Anything. Absolutely anything.”

I grinned.

“I’ll remember you said that.”

There’s want, and then there’s need. Two very different emotions. One is a short-lived desire, and the other is a permanent passion. You’re the latter on both counts. Forever and always.

-Text from Mig to Annie

Annie

He can’t protect you forever. I proved that today. I could’ve shot you, and he would’ve gotten back in time to watch you bleed to death.

I read the note for a second time, then a third, as I tried to control my pounding heart.

I wasn’t dead.

He hadn’t killed me.

Mig had been there.

Had scared him off.

I was
okay
!

I shoved the note back into my purse when I heard Mig’s steps on the front walk.

He’d gone to check in with Jennifer since we’d be leaving soon.

And I assumed he was letting her know so she didn’t worry, or whatever, since we were leaving before her.

Needless to say, Jennifer and I would never be friends

I resented her too much.

I hated the way she treated Mig.

Hated the way she whined about her pitiful life.

Hated how she pulled the pregnancy card to get exactly what she wanted.

And to be honest, these two weeks that were almost over couldn’t end fast enough.

“Hey,” I said to Mig once he opened the door. “How’d she take it?”

Mig grimaced. “Bad. She doesn’t like Alison.”

I laughed.

Alison was one of the easiest people in the world to get along with.

“And I’m going to have Casten bring her up. She won’t be staying with you or my mom, but she’ll be in the guest house with her own maid. It’ll be like she’s not even there,” he said.

He’d told me of this possibility, and I was fine with it.

I didn’t want Jennifer too far away from Mig.

I knew that their baby would be born at any second, and I didn’t want Mig to miss a thing.

“Alright then, I’m ready when you are,” I said, holding my bag out to him.

He took it.

“Can Casten bring that one up with him when he comes?” He asked.

I nodded. “Make sure he doesn’t forget Katy. She’d be mad at you.”

Katy looked up at me from her perch on the couch.

Katy was like a cat in a lot of ways.

She didn’t like anybody but me, and she only tolerated Mig.

She hated to get wet, didn’t like getting dirty and preferred not to lay on the floor.

She liked to be left alone, and it was very rare that she would seek attention.

She’d just now gotten to the point where she didn’t get up and leave when Mig was in the room.

If it were any other person, you wouldn’t see her at all.

I couldn’t wait to see how she reacted to Casten bringing her in a car over three hundred miles.

It would be fun times, indeed!

Mig rolled his eyes. “He’s already got the ‘Hoe cleaned out for Katy’s cage and all her numerous belongings.”