Reckless Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 4) (41 page)

There was no sexy way to undress for him. I lifted my maternity shirt over my belly, revealing the blue stretchy material of my jeans that covered my bump before I finally pulled it over my head. He stared at my breasts that were straining against my lace bra. I was a whole cup size bigger than the last time he saw me like this. He licked his lips, slowly, tantalizingly before reaching down and cupping his dick.

Clearly, he enjoyed the change.

And that gave me the confidence I needed.

I slipped my fingers beneath the stretchy fabric of my pants and lowered the band, exposing my belly. I lifted my hips and pulled the pants down to my thighs, knowing it would get awkward and I’d have to lift my leg to get the pants off.

Riggs laid his hands over mine and stopped me from going any further.

“Can I?”

I nodded thinking he was asking to finish removing my pants but he lifted his hands off of mine and splayed them across my belly.

“Oh, wow,” he whispered, lifting his eyes to mine. I was taken aback by the emotion conveyed in his eyes, something I thought Riggs was immune to.

Then he broke my heart.

Or maybe he picked up the pieces.

I couldn’t be sure.

But when he pressed his lips to my belly, my heart ached for the time he missed and the time he still might.

Please choose us, I pleaded.

A message from my heart to yours.

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall from their confinements of the lace, giving him another piece of myself. He reached up and cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer and pressing his lips against mine.

“You’re beautiful, Kitten. So fucking beautiful,” he whispered against my mouth.

His mouth left mine as he took my shoes off and maneuvered my pants down my legs. I tucked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear but he pushed my hands away and brought the silk down my legs.

“Lie down, let me look at you,” he said huskily.

I was completely nude, everything on display for him to see and still he asked me for permission to see it all, to take everything in, all the changes in my body. This moment we were sharing, the truth…we’d always be Kitten and Tiger.

“Aren’t you a little over dressed?” I rasped, leaning back on my elbows. “Take your clothes off, Riggs. I want to feel you.”

I wanted him pressed against me, skin to skin, chest to chest, one broken heart beating against another.

He reached behind him, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor before he unzipped his jeans and dragged them down his legs. I let my eyes greedily travel the length of him, taking every inch of him in.

I missed him so much.

I inched back on the bed until my head rested on the pillows. His hard, thick, cock stood between his legs as one knee dipped into the mattress and then the other. He ran his hands, ever so slowly, up my calves, then the inside of my thighs, finally spreading me wide for him to enjoy.

I bit down on my lower lip, watching as he touched and spread me—loving the feel of his hands on me. He positioned himself between my legs, his face merely inches from my pussy.

“This is mine, been too long since I staked my claim,” he hissed, before his mouth went to work. I closed my eyes as my head sank into the pillow and his tongue sank inside of me.

I should’ve put up more of a fight, demanded his cock and not his mouth, but Riggs’ mouth was magic and pregnancy had made me a hormonal, sex crazed lunatic. I’d take whatever I could get.

Quite preferably his mouth more than once and then his cock. Actually, I wasn’t picky. He could use his mouth now, fuck me and then eat me again. I’d be perfectly okay with that as long as I got my trifecta of orgasms.

And I most definitely did.

We made up for lost time, reacquainting ourselves with one another’s bodies. I thought I would have been more self-conscious over my body and the changes; the wider hips, the curves that weren’t there the last time and the six pounds I gained on my ass alone. Riggs looked at me and loved me all night like I was the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on.

I never wanted the night to end, too afraid of what tomorrow would bring. Eventually I fell asleep in his arms with his hands resting on my belly.

Just the three of us.

We didn’t stop until the early morning, when both our bodies were spent. Even after all that, I still couldn’t get enough of her or satisfy my need to hold her. She was fast asleep when I pulled her into the crook of my arm, resting her head against my chest. Her stomach wouldn’t allow her to completely rest on me, so she lay on her side—that perfect belly tucked against my side.

I was exhausted but I wouldn’t let myself go to sleep because I didn’t want to miss a thing. I rested my hand against her belly, careful not to disturb her.

“Hey, kid, it’s your dad,” I said, feeling a little like a jackass, wondering if Pea could even hear me. And if he could, he didn’t have any clue who I was—that was just downright wrong.

I felt something push against my palm.

No way.

“Pea is that you?” I asked, glancing back at Lauren, looking for her to confirm I had just felt our kid kick her, but she was out cold. Too much sex. See you next week, Kitten. I chuckled to myself and then I felt it again, stronger this time, I moved my hand to stare at Lauren’s stomach, and sure enough, saw movement.

I quickly put my hand back to where Pea was kicking a field goal.

“Whoa, you’re a strong one aren’t you?” I asked, gently rubbing the area he continued to kick. “Take after your mama, that’s for sure,” I said, smiling as I pressed my lips to her forehead.

I closed my eyes and finally let myself fall asleep with my family in my arms. I don’t know how long we stayed like that before the devil awakened us, and by the devil, I meant the pain in the ass soldier, Jack.

I untangled myself from Kitten and climbed out of bed to search for my pants and grab my phone.

“Hello?”

“Where the fuck are you?” He growled into the phone.

Great, I wasn’t in the mood for some bullshit, not when I had Lauren stirring awake, probably ready to go another round.

“I need all hands on deck, Blackie got into some trouble last night,” he hissed angrily into the phone.

“What kind of trouble?” I asked, running my fingers roughly through my hair.

“The kind that involves a fucking lawyer. Not going to say it again, get your ass to the Dog Pound,” he ordered, disconnecting the call, leaving no room for argument.

I turned around and Kitten was busy covering herself up with the blanket.

“Hey,” I said softly, walking over to her side of the bed. “I’ve got to run to the clubhouse but I want you to stay,” I requested, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She looked at me warily.

“We’ll talk when I get back, figure everything out,” I said reassuringly.

“Okay,” she replied after a moment.

I pressed my lips to hers, letting them linger for a moment before pulling back.

“Go back to bed. I won’t be too long,” I promised, before pulling my clothes on, grabbing my gun and my phone and heading out. The quicker I got my ass to the compound, the quicker I can get back home to Lauren.

I didn’t know what exactly I had intended to tell her when I got back. Could I just forget the reasons we were apart in the first place? The more I thought about it the more I knew I needed to get my hands on Wu, take him out and take back my family.

The MC will get over it.

Or they wouldn’t.

But Kitten and Pea would be safe.

And I’d be the one who made them safe.

The clubhouse was packed when I stepped inside but Jack stood from his chair and stalked over to me immediately.

“What’s the big emergency?” I questioned, ticked off that I had been summoned here in the first place.

“Blackie got arrested last night,” Jack ground out.

“For what?” I asked incredulously. Shit, he probably got a DUI.

“Brantley arrested him. It’s not good,” Jack said, swiping his hand across his face. “The kid he beat up is nearly dead.”

“The kid…” I said, recalling the guy with Lacey.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Yeah, Riggs, the kid that nearly raped Lacey in the parking lot,” Jack said, through clenched teeth.

“Blackie was leaving and caught Lacey struggling in the parking lot. He beat the fuck out of him. Brantley showed up and slapped cuffs on him. If that piece of shit dies, Blackie is looking at murder,” Jack explained, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but I pray that little shit lives,” he grunted. “He lives, I’ll cut his little dick off but at least then Blackie is looking at assault in the first degree and attempted manslaughter. With his priors he’ll serve about five years.”

“And that’s the best case scenario?”

Jack nodded.

“Blackie’s doing time, either way, let’s just hope it’s five years and not twenty to life,” he sighed.

“Christ. I had no idea man, everything was cool when I left.” I paused. “How’s Lacey?”

“Stryker took her to my house. She was shaken up but she’s blaming herself for all this shit.” He paused. “You’re probably going to think I’m crazy but I’ve got this feeling…” he said, as he reached around and cupped the back of his neck. “…I think Lacey has a crush or something on Blackie.”

Ah, fuck this.

Why me?

I shrugged my shoulders and tried my best to act clueless.

“Why, because she feels bad? I’d fucking feel bad too if Blackie saved my ass and got arrested for it,” I said, shoving my hands into my pockets.

“Right,” Jack agreed warily. “So, you didn’t see anything strange between the two of them at the bar?”

“I saw Lacey on a date with some douchebag and Blackie being Blackie at the bar wallowing in his shit. They didn’t even acknowledge each other and when I waved at Lacey she stared daggers at me.”

It was somewhat true.

“I’ve got to go to the courthouse. Bones is staying with Lacey and Reina at my house, think you can swing by the hospital and get an update on the kid?”

I sighed.

“Yeah,” I said, deciding I’d make a quick stop at the hospital then head straight home. Unfortunately, I’d have to wait to discuss a plan for Wu with Jack. If he didn’t give me the answers I needed, a solid course of action to bring this motherfucker to his knees, I was taking things into my own hands.

I felt my kid kick for the first time today.

I missed months of that.

I wasn’t going to miss one goddamn moment once he was born.

So this war? It had to end before Lauren gave birth.

Either I would end it.

Or the Satan’s Knights would.

But Wu’s days were numbered. I wasn’t letting that stupid fuck rob me the chance of being a good dad. He got his fucking money, that should’ve been enough but he was a sick fuck who would fight until he got whatever satisfaction it was he was searching for.

Not on my fucking watch.

I quickly dressed, gathered my belongings and tried to make a beeline out the door before Riggs came back. He wanted me to wait, said we’d talk but that was hours ago. One call from Jack, God only knows what happened this time, but whatever it was it took Riggs away from me again.