Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (18 page)

Standing on his gross floor that probably hadn’t been cleaned
in a decade.

He crowded her, palming her belly while he slung his arm
around her hips and gave her a look she was fast becoming familiar with. He
wanted to do something kinky to her. “You trust me?” She let her brow arch up,
because whenever he asked her that, whatever kinky thing he wanted to do to
her, was a bit outside her comfort zone. But her answer was always the same.
“Yes.” He gave her a scorching kiss, grinning like a fool when the kid kicked
against his hand. Obviously forgetting for a minute what he’d been thinking
while he stared down at her protruding belly, eyes soft and hot all at the same
time. When the kid went still, he rubbed her stomach tenderly and then turned
his smile on her. “You ever wonder if he gets tired of all the bouncing around
in there while we’re
fuckin?
”

 She rolled her eyes up at the ludicrous question, and
how suddenly mortified it made her feel, that her baby was in there while she
was having crushing orgasms. Listening to them both scream and shout and say
filthy things.  “I think you better distract me, before I decide he does
and that I don’t want my innocent boy to be subject to his parents sexual
appetites.” He chuckled and dug his fingers into her butt cheek to pull her up
on her toes. “I can do that. And just so you don’t go
flyin
off the handle with jealousy, I never used this before. Bought it, but never
got to try it.” She let her expression tell him that he was quickly losing her
interest, until he went over to the wall and she discovered what the honest to
god wench that was attached to the wall was for. Lowering the rope attached to
a sex swing that had been hiding up in the rafters. “You can’t be serious.” She
had meant to sound incredulous, but she was frankly turned the hell on by the
black nylon contraption. “Oh I am. I was going to dismantle it and bring it
home, but haven’t had the chance yet.
Bein
gone. But,
while I was, I got these for you.”

These, were a pair of black leather cuffs. Bondage cuffs. The
expensive, padded kind. She just stood there, feeling her arousal sliding down
her inner thighs while he buckled the leather on her skin, touching kisses to
her palms after he was done, still grinning that evil, wicked grin. “The swing
will be more comfortable for you, support you without putting any pressure on
your belly.” He led her over to it and skeptically, she let him lift her up to
set her in the narrow seat, let him clip her hands to the supports so she could
hang on and not go flying out of it. He was now almost salivating, his
expression tight with lust while he slipped her feet into the stirrups and
carefully palmed her nape to tilt her head rest on the little padded loop to
support her there too. “Just when I think you can’t get any fuckin sexier.” He
growled, palming his cock through his jeans before he whipped his shirt off and
dropped to his knees.

 He used the swing to pull her forward, burying his
mouth into her pussy, her legs spread wide and her entire body tipping back to
give him the best angle to eat at her. The position felt precarious, but the
way the straps were set up, she was totally supported. Totally at his mercy,
and it felt so good that she found herself almost coming instantly. A few more
hungry licks, and she was vibrating in the swing, coming so hard that she saw
white spots at the edge of her vision. He was grinning when he stood up,
stroking his naked cock now and stepped closer, pulling on the thick rope that
the swing hung from, and the tension in the wench made a clicking sound as she
was raised up a little more, then a little more to be the perfect height for
Roar press his dick against her, to grab the swing’s straps and ruthlessly haul
her forward, using the momentum to strike all the way to the hilt in one
stroke.

 She screamed out because it was so shockingly amazing.
Pleasure shot to every pore, pain of the tight entry lighting her up like a Christmas
tree. “Fuck,
yeah
.” He hissed, keeping the swing steady with one hand
while he possessively stroked her body with the other. “Use the straps, baby.
Sit up.” She obeyed, head spinning at the change in his angle, a ragged wail
pulled out of her when he thrust again. Feeding him each uncontrollable sound
while he used the swings momentum and the power of his body to fuck her until
she threw her head back and came so hard, screamed so loud, she was sure
everyone in the compound heard her.

Yeah. She loved the swing.

She loved it even more, how tender and careful he was with
her afterwards. How he curled his big body around her and fell asleep with
their joined hands on her belly.

And of course she loved it when he woke her up by gently fucking
into her from behind.

Chapter Nineteen

She did not love it when he made her put on the same dress
from last night, her shoes, barely let her brush her teeth or comb out her
totally obvious sex hair, and drug her down the stairs to put her in her own
Jeep, no breakfast, and ignored her gasp of outrage when she realized where
they were. The county court house. “Not
givin
you any
time to change your mind,” She folded her arms across her chest and refused to
get out of the car when he came around to get her door. “This isn’t exactly
what I had in mind, asshole.” She bitched, and his grin grew to epic
proportions. “You had a wedding in mind, huh? Good, we’ll have another one,
biggest after party ever. But we’re making it official today. Now.”

“You know you need paper work for that,” She snapped,
slapping at him when he reached around to unbuckle her seat belt. “Got it.”

“You do?”

“Don’t sound so shocked, babe. Nasa can get anything.”

“Are they legal, legit papers?”

“Of course they are. Get your sexy ass
movin
,
JOP’s
waitin
,
”

“Roar,”

He leaned in and got real serious, grin totally gone and his
eyes sparking with that raw, utter…
Roarness
, and he
growled low. “Everly, get your ass out of the truck. I want to walk in there
and make you my wife, so no one in the world mistakes the fact that you’re
mine, or that I love you. Or questions my commitment to you and our son.” Her
lip wobbled as emotion, amplified by her hormones, and she got out of the car.
She sniffled and lifted her lips to his for a quick kiss. “You could have at
least let me change my clothes so the judge or whoever wouldn’t think we were
doing like a walk of shame marriage or something.” He chuckled and tipped her
head back for another kiss. “Do I look ashamed?”

“No. I don’t think you know the meaning of the word.”

“Nope. I don’t. And I don’t give a fuck what anyone else
thinks, so long as we walk
outta
here married.”

“I don’t have a ring for you.” She murmured, and his hand
convulsed around hers. He stopped on the courthouse steps and looked down at
her, his face all kinds of soft and adoring. “Get me one later.” She gave one
final sigh and nodded. Half an hour later she was walking out of the courthouse
on her
husband’s
, arm. The judge had been amused, but had glanced at her
dress with a flicker of disproval before officiating the ceremony. A ceremony
that was short, sweet, and legal.

For a quick little honeymoon, he’d taken her up to Carson
City where Raid’s girl was, sending Ever in to check on her and not spook her,
and she’d come out with like, fifty pounds of girly shit that had made him glad
he’d rented a big ass truck to haul it all back. Raid’s woman was another
ginger, which surprised him, because he’d always gone for tiny brunettes with
massive tits. And this one had curves like Marilyn Monroe, and hair redder than
Ever’s
. If he’d not been a happily married man, he’d
have made a pass at her. Totally. Ever had given her stamp of approval on the
bitch, chattering on and off about how awesome her shop was, how sweet her dog
was, how cool she seemed to be. He reported back to Raid that all was good with
the chick, and took his wife home.

The contractors had been busy while they were away.
Efficiently, busy. Foundation had been poured, framework put up, roof struts,
insulation and outer shell of the house. Looking at Everly’s plans, he could
see that what was currently their bedroom was going to be turned into an
extension of the living room. Sliding glass doors would lead off the far wall
and into the little courtyard she’d had made, and a staircase would lead to the
second story where the new master bedroom and two more bedrooms would be
situated. It was an awesome design, not that he’d admit it, and he was glad it
was mostly done now so he didn’t have to worry about it. But it did chap his
ass that he hadn’t been involved in any of the building, but he was somewhat
mollified when Ever pulled out another sketch, one of a swing that she wanted
set up in the courtyard. Not a swing like the one in his room at the compound,
but one made out of wood, one she said she wanted to sit on and swing with
their son.

Which was why he was digging a big ass hole in the center of
the courtyard to not only plant the half barrel of concrete with a thick wooden
post set into it, but the young oak tree she wanted to grow there too. The
swing seat was not far away, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship that one of her
artisan friends had made, a wide piece of smooth wood with three sides of hand
carved, decorative rails to keep her in the seat. She was currently sitting on
a stone bench she intended to be part of the garden, smiling while she braided
leather strips around the thick ropes that would hold up the swing, and protect
the hands from the harsh scrape of the rope while she rocked with their boy.

He paused in what he was doing to watch her, legs folded up
under her, her belly getting bigger now that it was getting hard for her to get
up and down on her own. She still did it, but she was starting to have to lead
with her belly to get up, awkwardly and adorably, but after she’d caught that
expression on his face one too many times, she’d reamed his ass about how not
funny it was and no matter what he’d said to try and make her understand, it
had just upset her more. So he’d just thrown his hands up and kissed her until
she quit squirming and trying to unman him. He couldn’t hug her up tight and
feel her pressed to him from tits to toes anymore, her belly would get in the
way, and he’d had to get used to sleeping on his right side so he could spoon
up behind her.

They had a month more to go, and he couldn’t believe it. He’d
been sitting on the couch with her between his legs last night, watching TV
with her while she’d been spreading some goop she’d gotten from Raid’s woman on
her belly, when the
damndest
thing happened. Ever
went still, quit rubbing her sweet smelling goop around, and he looked over her
shoulder in time to see a tiny little hand, and two feet press up from under
her skin. Perfect imprints of ten little toes, five fingers, like the kid was
trying to bust out or something. He watched, totally holding his breath, while
Ever
traced a fingertip down that tiny palm, making a little
sound when it flexed like the baby had felt her touch, and then disappeared. “Holy
shit,” He wheezed, Ever swallowing thickly before whispering, like she didn’t
want to break the magic of the moment. “You saw that?”

“Fuck yeah, I saw it.”

He set his hands beside hers, set his cheek to hers and did his
best to man up and not cry. Ever had no problem letting a few tears go, “What
did it feel like?” He rasped, riveted, watching her taut, shining skin for any
signs that their boy was going to stretch out again and show them his little
hands. “Weird. Amazing. Alien. His fingers flexed when I touched his hand, he
felt it.” God, he couldn’t even imagine. “Much as I love how sexy you are,
packed full of my baby, I’m getting impatient for you to push him out.” She
laughed, hiccupping, jumping a little, both of them feeling the wiggle and
powerful kick the kid gave. “You and me both.”

Chapter Twenty

Her baby shower was hilarious, mostly because Saint’s woman
walked out of the car yelling at him about the risks of birth control versus
the non-existent risk of condoms. Had it out with him on the front porch,
lookin
cute as shit in her pin up style dress, and the mile
high shoes she always wore, carrying an honest to god cupcake tray in her hands
and looking mad enough to toss it in Saint’s face. He almost clapped at her
parting words, and the sassy little foot stomp she threw in for good measure.
“You want to fuck me without a rubber, you better put a ring on my finger and
commit to eighteen years of child rearing, mother fucker.” Always so sweet
around everyone, to hear her using such foul words was enough to make him snort
his beer, and wonder what kind of trouble she was going to get into with Ever.
Probably convince his wife that she shouldn’t take birth control, and make him
wear a rubber. Yeah right. He was already committed to the rest of her life, so
if she wasn’t going to pop pills to keep from getting pregnant, she’d better
prepare for a horde of fuckin kids.