Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC Book 3) (9 page)

I
lay
Izzy down on the bed and come over the top of her. I slowly strip our clothes away, needing us to be skin on skin. We’ve been a long time in the making, and now everything I’ve ever wanted is in my arms.

Kissing my way down her silky skin, I move my lips to her belly. I nuzzle her there, giving my thanks to whatever is looking over us that she’s carrying my baby. Laying my cheek against the curve there, I close my eyes. I know it’s too soon to feel the baby, but I want to burn this memory into my brain. The day we became a family.

Her hands go to my hair, and her fingers thread through the locks. I hum against her belly, and she lets out a little giggle. Then I put my lips against the skin and whisper my words of love and devotion. Both to this little baby and its mama.

I continue kissing my way down between Izzy’s thighs and throw her legs over my shoulder. I need to make love to all of her body tonight, showing her what I can’t form in words. I know how to do a lot of things well. I can rebuild the engine of anything, I could out-PT anyone under my command, and I can do damn near anything if you tell me I can’t. But finding the words to tell Izzy just how much she means to me feels impossible.

Reaching up, I thread our fingers together as I eat her pussy, and feeling the cool band of my engagement ring on her finger settles something in my chest. Knowing she’s mine and always will be fixes something in my heart that I didn’t know was damaged. Having her and having a baby together is a dream I never thought could come true, and now I’m holding it in my hands.

Tasting her sweet juices and sucking on her clit are the icing on an already perfect fucking cake. I lick her just how she wants me to, with no teasing. Her orgasm hits my tongue and I drink her down, hoping that some of the pure, untouched perfection that’s inside her will seep into me. I want to be good for her and good for our baby.

When her body is relaxed and she’s caught her breath, I give her pussy one last kiss before crawling up her body and putting my cock where my mouth just was. I need to be inside her, connected as much as possible.

“I love you, Elizabeth.”

Looking into her eyes, I see traces of happy tears as she gives me a watery smile. I wrap my arms around her back as I slowly sink inside of her. I kiss the trails of her tears away. We are in no rush to finish this. My strokes in and out of her body are slow and patient. We are building something greater than an orgasm between us. We are building an unbreakable bond that will never waver.

“I love you, too, Lucias.”

When her thumb comes up and brushes away something wet on my face, I realize that I’ve gotten caught up in the moment, too. I feel the power of what we’ve created, and what is to come, and it’s overwhelmingly beautiful. Our love made this moment, and our love will see us through the next hundred years. Something like that doesn’t come along every day, and it’s changed me. For the better.

The thick drag of my cock in and out of her is delicious. I can feel every ridge of my shaft penetrating her tight channel, stretching her to accommodate my size. Every warm pulse of her wet cunt makes my heartbeat pick up speed. I’m determined to go slow. I want this moment to be savored, and I refuse to pound into her like some animal.

“Lucias,” Izzy whispers, and I realize I’d closed my eyes to concentrate.

When I look down, I see the need on her face. She looks almost pained.

“Please, Lucias. I need more. Harder.”

The last word is whispered, and I shake my head while gritting my teeth. If I try to speak, I’ll give in and start pounding into her. This moment should be special. No matter how fucking difficult it is to hold myself back.

I feel her feet come around my waist and pull me to her roughly. I let out a long moan at the contact, and I hold myself still inside her for a moment.

“I love you, baby. But if you don’t fuck me like your life depends on the next thrust, I swear on your motorcycle, I’m going to roll us over and ride you like I stole you.”

I let out a bark of laughter. I can’t help it. My gorgeous soon-to-be-wife is demanding, and I’ll give her what she wants. Like I always do and I always will.

“Yes, ma’am. My sweet Elizabeth.”

I thrust into her just as she asks. We both let out a groan of satisfaction. My dick is fucking deep, but her hips are rise to meet me halfway, wanting it hard. Her pussy is nice and wet, making my cock slippery. Reaching between us, I rub her hard clit, getting her to squeeze me with every stroke.

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over your old man’s dick. I’m yours, baby, just like you’re mine. Fucking take it.”

Her hands fly up to my shoulders, gripping me tightly, as her hips come off the bed to fuck me. She’s horny, and I’ve got no choice but to satisfy her need. It only takes three more hard thrusts before she’s coating my shaft with her cream and I’m moaning my own orgasm.

My mouth falls on hers as I taste my name on her lips. We embrace as tightly as possible as our orgasms pass between us and we blend together. At one point, I don’t know where we begin and end. I only know that we are together.

I whisper words of devotion as I hold her to me and begin to make love to her all over again. This time I swear I’m going to go slow. No matter how much she begs. At least that’s what I tell myself.

L
ucias comes
up behind me and wraps his arms around my growing belly. We’re pregnant with our second girl, and he’s so excited he can’t stand it.

“Any day now,” he singsongs in my ear, and I just smile.

Things are so easy between us. We’ve fallen into our rhythm, but it still feels like we just met. The heat from day one is still firing between us, and the sweet tender side of my rough rider is still just as strong.

We sold my grandmother's house because it held a lot of memories, and over time, the bad ones outweighed the good. Lucias had a house built for us way out on the other side of the club’s property. They have acres and acres on this estate, so even though it’s close, we still have our cozy solitude when we want it. Our daughter, Amelia, loves it out here. We all do.

I’ve cut back some hours at the office, only working three days a week. Lucias wants me to quit altogether, but I don’t think I could ever give it up. As much as I love my babies, I like having a purpose beyond just being a mom. Besides, with the way Ham loves to go to work with me, it would break that little dog’s heart if I stopped.

Lucias comes around in front of me, takes the clothes basket, and starts folding. I never would have thought him to be the domestic type, but he’s taking to fatherhood like a duck to water. He was always a good man, but he’s an incredible father.

He looks over to where Amelia is playing and blows her a kiss. She giggles and goes back to building a fort around Ham, and I roll my eyes. He’s asleep, so it’s not like he cares.

“You okay?” Lucias asks, giving me a sympathetic look.

I nod my head and give him a soft smile.

Two days ago, a piece in the newspaper caught my attention. My brother’s body had been found in an abandoned house in California. He was dead from an apparent overdose. There was a note from a “friend” of his saying that he said if anything ever happened to him to notify me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had hoped he was able to get clean and live the life he deserved. But that life had a hold on him like nothing else ever could. I lost my brother long ago; this was just the final page in his story. Instead of dwelling on it, I try to concentrate on the good memories we had together and not let his death be the thing that defines him. He was my protector when I was a little kid, and I’ll always see him that way. And in a way, he led me to Lucias, so I’ll always have that to thank him for.

“I’m thinking Mexican for dinner tonight,” I say, rubbing my belly.

“Anything you want, Elizabeth,” Lucias says, coming over and holding me.

My man always knows exactly what I need, even before I do.

“Want me to call Casper and Vince? You know they’d never turn down tequila.”

I laugh and nod my head. “Sure. As long as Cas stops trying to get Amelia to ask for a gun for Christmas.”

He laughs as I put my hand on his chest and rub the place over his heart. Looking up into his eyes, I think about how damn lucky we are. He growls deep, and I feel it under my palms, heating my insides. He knows what that rumble does to me, especially when it’s between my legs. Leaning down, he trails a kiss up my neck and licks the shell of my ear.

“When’s nap time?” I ask, a little breathy. He bites my lobe, and I shiver.

“Now.”

I
had
four weeks before I shipped out again so it was sun, fun, and partying hard.

She wasn't a part of the plan.

We had one perfect month together before I had to go wheels up. Neither of us expected what happened next.

The blast left me scarred, inside and out. How could I ever be good enough for a beauty like her? She deserved better.

Now I've got the Ghost Riders Motorcycle Club, and I don't need anything else. If I can't have her, I'll never have another. A man can live without his heart...right?

Abraham has one regret—letting his Julie get away. When he can't let go, there's only one thing left to do. Make her his.

Warning: If you want a scarred hero who's over-the-top obsessed, alpha possessive, and falls in love at first sight, take a peek* inside.

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N
ot responsible if
peek turns into a full-on read.*