Betraying Beauty (Sons of Lucifer MC): Vegas Titans Series (15 page)

A good man to know, right now.

“Well,” he grunts. “Why the call? Last I heard you were
taking on Leviathan Corp, trying to shut down all the Depraved Clubs.”

“Not taking them on, taking them down. And it’s already
halfway done. But listen, my woman and I, we need to lay low. The war will
still be won without us, and we gotta check out. I was wondering if there’s an
extra room in that hideout of yours.”

“Woman?! You got a woman, motherfucker? Since when?”

I try and fail to keep the grin off my face. At least he
can’t hear a grin.

Bane isn’t letting up. “Seriously. You’re telling me that Dominic
Throne, the thunder fucker, fucking lone wolf sex god mystery man extraordinaire,
has got a woman. A woman. As in, one. Like, a single woman with whom you are in
a relationship. One woman.”

“Yup.
The
one.”

“Shit.”

“Yup.”

“Fuck.”

“Yup.”

“The
one
, huh? You lucky cocksucker.”

“Yup.”

“Dude, you better get your ass up here then. Las Vegas is no
place to raise a family.”

I smile, rubbing my fingers over Harper’s swan pendant. It’s
like her: slender, graceful, strong as steel. I can’t imagine drawing another
breath without her.

“Brother,” I say, “You read my fucking mind. We’ll be there
tonight.”

Bane laughs again. “I’ll tell the old lady, she’ll be all
about it. We’ll get the guest room ready for you lovebirds. Throw pillows and
shit, I don’t even know man. We’re nesting or something.”

“Thanks brother.”

“Sure thing. And Dominic? Welcome to the rest of your life.
I tell you what, this side of it—the to have and to hold shit? So much fucking
better than you think it’s gonna be.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. We hang up and I lay back
in bed, unable to knock it off with the shit-eating grin that’s all over my
face.

She’s staying with me
. It’s enough.

It’s everything.

There’s only one thing left to take care of. Picking up the
phone, I punch in a number I haven’t dialed in years, already feeling the lump
of emotion in my throat after the first ring. A husky woman’s voice answers.

“
Skennen'kó wa
ken
,” she says, a Mohawk
greeting.
Do you have the great peace?

It’s been so long since we’ve talked.

“
Hen
,
skennen'kó wa
.” I answer. Yes, the great
peace. “
Ishta
? Mom? It’s me.”

“Dominic?” Her voice rises in pitch, disbelieving, spearing
me with the sweet sensation of hope.

“Mom, listen, I am going to ask the woman of my life to
marry me. I’d like to give her your grandmother’s ring. We’re going to Nova
Scotia. Bring it there?”

Yes, it’s easy to drop everything and start over - easy
because it’s Harper.

It’s always been Harper.

For life.

Epilogue

Harper

“Ok it’s time! What does it say? Oh my god! What does it
say?”

Ava’s bursting with barely-contained excitement, and paces
nervously in front of the bathroom door.

Ever since we moved in with them in their house in Nova
Scotia, Ava and Bane have been awesome friends. They took us in. They helped Dominic
and his mom plan the proposal and surprise the shit out of me. They hosted our
cozy backyard wedding. They insisted we stay with them while we work on
building our own place next door.

Bane and Dominic were always close, but Ava and I have
become even closer over the last whirlwind month. We both were swept out of our
normal lives by our motorcycle club romances. We both couldn’t have imagined
being where we are today, separated from our families and country, or that we’d
ever be this happy. We are so on the same page about so many things.

Still, I know it’s been hard for her to keep my secret from
Bane, and by extension Dominic. But she promised not to tell when I first
confided I thought I might be pregnant. The suspense has been killing us both.

“Oh god,” I say. “Oh god, ok, it’s time. I’m gonna look.
This is it. Drum-roll, please.”

Ava rests her chin on my shoulder and drums her fingers on
the sink in fanfare as I reach for the pregnancy test. With a deep breath, I
flip it over.

“Oh god,” I say.

“Ahh!” Ava, usually so calm with her dry sense of humor, is
now jumping up and down and squealing at the top of her lungs like a maniac,
her red hair flopping around like Animal from the Muppets. “You’re
pregnant!!!!”

“I’m pregnant!!!”

Now we’re both jumping and screaming, hugging in mid-air,
laugh-crying, and hyperventilating.

“Shit,” I shout. “Fuck!”

Ava laughs at me. “Woah, you ok there? You’ve gone totally
white.”

“No, no, yeah, I’m good. Just…wow.” I sink to sit on the
edge of the tub. “I must have gotten pregnant the first time we had sex.”

Ava raises an eyebrow. “Ah. Right. You mean the time you
didn’t use a condom or any other kind of birth control. Shocker.”

I flush. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

“It was!” Ava sinks next to me, hugging me on my perch on
the rim of the tub. “You’ve loved him forever! This isn’t
actually
that fast.
It’s a decade in the making. What’s wrong? I thought you wanted to be pregnant?”

“I did!” I say. “I mean, I do! It’s just…fast. Two months
ago, we weren’t even together. Now I’m married and pregnant and oh my god I’m
pregnant!”

“So pregnant.” Ava’s grin is wicked. “And now you’re gonna
tell Dominic. I’m going to go get him and send him home, tell the boys that
construction is over for the day, and then drag Bane down to town for a long,
long date so you kids can have the house to yourselves for a while. We won’t be
back until tomorrow. Scout’s honor.”

“But—”

“No buts. You need to tell him NOW because I can’t KEEP this
to MYSELF any LONGER! Ahhh I’m so excited! That is going to be one hell of cute
baby!”

Laughing, she gives me a fierce kiss on the cheek, stands
up, jumps and screams for joy again, and then runs out of the house, leaving me
with a pounding heart and fluttering stomach.

By the time the front door opens again, I’ve channeled all
my nervous energy and transformed the place. There’s a fire crackling in the
fireplace and I’ve mulled some wine, so the cottage smells like magic. I lit
every candle I can find and swapped my comfy sweats for some seriously sexy
lingerie, the kind with straps and lace and zero coverage.

I mean…I might as wear use it while it still fits! Fuck. A
baby. Out of all that destruction and chaos, now there’s creation, new life,
and new beginnings.

“Ava sent me home.” I hear Dominic call from the entry hall.
“What’s going on?”

I run over to greet him. Dominic steps in from the mean
Canadian January and stops dead in his tracks, giving me a burning once-over. Even
under the winter layers, I can feel and sense the shape of every chiseled
muscle, and the generous heat of his strong body.

He’s a fucking god, and the mountain-man getup he’s wearing
for warmth only adds a bit of ruggedness to the dangerous masculinity that was
always there.

“Damn, baby,” he grins, taking in my outfit—or, rather, lack
of outfit. “What are you up to?”

I can only bite my lip, momentarily distracted from my
mission of good news by the sight of this raw hunk of man.

He gives me a devilish grin that I feel all the way down to
my toes. “First things first,” he says. “As soon as I get out of all these
layers, I’m going to figure out how to get you out of that thing, and I’m going
to make sweet, sweet love to you.”

But I’m already doing my part to help. I’ve unzipped his
coat and seared my mouth onto his with a blistering kiss, his lips meeting mine
hungrily. He smells like snow and pine trees, and his cold skin thrills against
my hot tongue.

“Mmm,” he moans, letting me rip off his sweater and shirt,
and then his warm skin is brushing against mine, his arms crushing me against
him.

“You’re amazing,” I say, running my hands over his bare
chest that’s movie-star cut and covered in tats.

“I can’t get enough of you, girl.” His hands grab
possessively onto my ass, pulling my hips into collision with his so I can feel
his hard body against me. “Just the sight of you gets me going, every time.”

His fingers knead my ass, reaching further until I can feel
his hands rubbing between my legs, searching. That’s it: I’m already fucking
wet, and I haven’t even gotten him out of his pants.

Fire rips through my veins as he thrusts a finger inside me,
startling me until I gasp as the sweet, sweet pressure.

“God, you feel amazing,” he moans. “So wet. So sweet. Oh
baby, I can’t wait to be in there.”

Fuck yes.

I could spend the rest of my life licking him like candy.

Don’t mind if I do,
I think, arcing back so I can run
my tongue over his nipples and trace the outline of the flaming skull with
devil’s horns tattoo on his chest, the symbol of the Sons of Lucifer.

Hard candy. Holy hard-on! I grind my hips against him
eagerly while he fingers me from behind, letting him see my appetite for his
body, my excitement over being with him.

He’s watching me, smiling while he finger-fucks me. He’s
driving me wild and I get wetter and wetter.

“Oh, Dominic. Oh baby.”

My body is throbbing, aching for the rest of him. I need
more. I desperately work him out of his jeans while he tries to kick off his
boots and we both stumble and laugh like idiots.

It just never gets old.

He’s finally down to his briefs. Dominic’s shaped like
Michelangelo’s David, only covered with graffiti and scars. So, so sexy. For a
minute all I can do is rub my legs against his, loving the feel of his bare
skin.

Dominic decides he’s had enough foreplay. Taking me by the
shoulders, he spins me around and slams me against the wall, pinning me with
his body and guiding my legs open with his thighs.

“Come here,” he demands. “Let me fuck you.”

He’s taller than me, and he grabs me by the ass to lift my
hips level to his, propping me up with the wall and with his strength. As I
wrap my legs around his waist, I feel his cock slide to my open pussy with relentless
power.

“Oh god!”

Fuck he’s huge and hard. My body throbs around him to make
room, opening. He fills me to the brim.

“Oh baby, yeah,” he groans. “Fuck yeah!”

“Jesus!”

“You’re so tight, baby. I love your sweet pussy.”

He kisses me, his tongue plunging under mine, and I can feel
our heartbeats pounding together. Moaning in aching bliss, I let my flesh melt
into his. Surrendering.

I love it when he takes control. Now he’s fucking me up
against the wall, each thrust pushing deeper, and I’m caught in a sensual crush
with no possible escape.

“Harper! Oh jesus, woman! Yes!”

His thumbs find a way under the sheer lace cups of my
lingerie and rub over my nipples, tantalizingly hard. His touch is rough,
urgent, and I lose myself in the sensation of him inside and all over me. I’m
surrounded. Invaded.

“Oh baby, I need you,” he groans. “I need this.”

Each thrust of his cock is like a tidal wave of pleasure,
drowning me. I can’t catch my breath and shiver against him. He’s in my g-spot,
so hot and hard that I can’t think of anything but that deep point of contact.

“I need your cock.” He belongs to me. Only him. Forever.

“God I love fucking you.”

“Oh god, Dominic!”
            “Yeah baby, take it. You’re so good.”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

He surges in and out, in and out, as rapid and primal as
breathing, the friction of our bodies building and building in speed and heat.
I can feel the explosion coming near. My skin is on fire. Dominic is burning
me, fucking me senseless.

“Oh baby, faster.”

“You like that.”

“Faster!”

“Yeah you do.”

“Oh, Dominic!”

“Good girl, cum for me.”

I’m lost to the white light and fire of climax, the moment
where I touch eternity and split apart into atoms. My lips try to call his name
but instead burst into a deep groan, wordless, universal -
yes
.

His cock—
yes
.

His love—
yes
.

His body and soul—
yes
.

We are two bodies, two worlds, now one. Through it all I
feel Dominic inside me, fucking up a storm, as lightning strikes us both.

“Jesus, Harper, yes! God, you’re gonna make me cum.”

Dominic’s body peaks in glory, his mane of thick black hair
tumbling back over his shoulders as he lets himself go. I feel him shudder and
shake, his hot wet release exploding inside me.

“Jesus!” he shouts.

His cock and my pussy tremble together in the aftershocks of
orgasm, each throb and pulse wringing out another tremor of searing heat that
burns me from head to toe.

“I love you,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply. It’s a long,
wet, sloppy kiss that feels just like sex. He’s still inside me.

Neither one of us want it to end. And the good news is, it
doesn’t have to.

“I want to do this for the rest of my life,” I whisper.
“Make love to you. Grow old together. No matter what else happens.”

He kisses my neck, and his breath is warm and thrilling on
my sensitive skin. He pulls out slowly, gently guiding my feet back to earth
and letting his hands roam gently up my thighs to my back.

“Nooo,” I object playfully. “Don’t go!”

Dominic chuckles, a deep heady sound that makes my insides
jump.

“Don’t worry baby,” he rumbles, “Its just intermission.
Rumor has it we have the house to ourselves for a while. All alone, with you
looking like that…I can’t keep away for long.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I smile.

To prove it, he reaches down and starts to rub my clit with
his thumb, at the same time kissing me again. His lips are jarringly soft, the
stubble on his cheeks rubbing my face like sandpaper. His hands on my clit are
devastatingly gentle, circling and teasing me with expert control. My whole boy
convulses into the sensation, and I moan like a wild animal. I can’t help it.

When he pulls his mouth away from mine, I’m trembling and
sweating again, already revved up like a Harley engine. It’s not fair.

“God, you look amazing,” Dominic says with a smile. “I love
your tits. I love your belly. I love your thighs. I love your pussy. You feel
amazing. You are amazing. My amazing wife. You’re my playground, woman. I could
stand to be alone with you, anytime.”

My breath catching, I realize I haven’t told him yet. I had
a mission. I have to tell him. This is as good a time as any, right? But I
can’t concentrate. I have to…woah…I need to say…shit…

Twining my fingers around his wrist, I can feel the diamond
ring he bought me pressing into his skin.

“Wait, Dominic. I have to…”

He doesn’t take the cue, though, and keeps stroking my clit.

“Can’t,” he teases. “Can’t wait. Need to touch you.”

Fuck. Well. Concentrate, Harper. Concentrate. Speak. Tell
him.

“Dominic,” I start, but I’m having trouble thinking. “Dominic…”

He laughs at me, fully aware of what he’s doing. “Yes,
Harper? Something you want to say?”

“I—you…oh god…Dominic, I…shit.”

He’s laughing at me. “Come on baby, spit it out. You what?
You like it when I fuck you, huh? You like it when I touch your pussy? You like
it when I make you cum? You like it when I cum inside you? You like my cock? You
want it, now? I want to give it to you.”

Impossibly, he’s hard again. He presses his cock against my
inner thigh, searching, and I feel his hardness and his thumb on my clit as the
universe splits open again. And before I can say anything, his cock is piercing
me, thrusting deep deep inside without warning or mercy.