Stone (Knights Corruption MC Series Book 2) (29 page)

“Do you love my hands?” He tweaked my nipples with a bit more pressure. “Do you love my mouth?” He kissed my neck. “Do you love my tongue?” He teased my lower lip with the softest sweep of his tongue. “Do you love my cock?” He pressed his body against me, grinding hard until all the air was forced from my lungs in a harsh moan.

“Yes . . . Yes to all of it. Please stop teasing me.”

“What do you want me to do to you?” He rolled me on my back, moving down my body until he neared my waist. Sitting on his haunches, his large hands gently spread my thighs. “Tell me. I’ll do anything you want.” Need licked at my core. Arching my back, I widened my legs for him. Or was that for me? The desire in his eyes was one of the most erotic sights, looking like he wanted to devour me whole, and the sooner the better.

He placed his hands on my belly for a brief moment before lowering his head between my legs, and it was right then that something happened. Something he’d never experienced before.

“What was that?” he asked, jerking his hands away from my tummy and looking frightened.

I’d felt our son kick quite a few times before, and each time he did, Stone was either not present or the baby stopped before his father could feel him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, worry distorting his expression as he moved to sit up.

I grinned, so excited he’d finally been able to feel his son. “That’s your boy.”

“Oh,” he said, still confused by what he felt. “Does it hurt?” Placing his hands back on my belly, he waited for our baby to make another move. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. Another flutter erupted inside me, Stone’s eyes flashing wide before a huge smile tilted his lips.

“It doesn’t hurt, just feels . . . weird.”

Looking at me with such adoration, he leaned in close and captured my mouth. “Thank you, Addy.”

“For what?”

“For giving me a son. I never even realized how much I wanted to be a father until fate made the decision for me.” His entrancing brown eyes glassed over, the moment very emotional. While he held back, I bawled like a baby. Or like a pregnant woman whose hormones were all over the place. One minute I was fine and the next . . . well, it was like this.

“Don’t cry,” he soothed, kissing my lips over and over, wiping away my tears until finally I’d calmed down enough to actually speak.

“I’m sorry, it’s just sometimes you’re too sweet.”

With a slight shrug, he said, “I know,” kissing me once more before attempting to hop off the bed.

“Wait,” I cried out. “Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna grab a drink. Why?”

“I thought we were gonna have sex,” I pouted, rising on my elbows to see him better. He took a few steps back, pulling on his T-shirt while still engaging me.

“Not after I felt him. No way are we having sex now that I know I’ll probably hurt him.” Stone’s fears were irrational, although many men shared the same thought. I’d done a stint in obstetrics when I first became a nurse, and I remembered having many a conversation with the parents about this very same topic.

“Stone,” I pleaded. “For as large and in charge as you are—” I chuckled “—there is no way you’re gonna hurt, or even reach, the baby. Trust me, he’s pretty far up there.” Thinking he would take me at my word, I relaxed on the bed, waiting for him to come back to me, but he only moved further away. Walking across the room, he shook his head, showing he didn’t believe me. A few seconds later he disappeared and left me lying there in utter disbelief.

It wasn’t until our next doctor’s visit, after Dr. Weber thoroughly explained the ins and outs of where the baby resided in the womb, and how far into the vagina the penis went—even for someone as well-endowed as Stone—that he finally believed I was safe enough to have sex.

Although it was the last thing I wanted to talk about with my doctor, it was necessary to calm Stone’s nerves and frantic irrational thoughts.

When it was all said and done, though, we had some of the best sex of our lives.

So thank you, Dr. Weber.

Stone

The entire ride to Marek’s house was bittersweet. I hadn’t been able to spend much time with my buddy these past few months, only meeting to discuss club business—Yanez, in particular—so I was looking forward to catching up. But on the other hand, all I wanted to do was laze about with Addy, soaking in as much of her as I could while we still had time alone together. While my love for my son grew every single day, I knew once he came into the world our lives were gonna change forever.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” I asked, reaching across and placing my hand on Addy’s knee. As much as I wanted to spend time with Marek, I knew she was itching for some girl time with Sully as well. The mere mention of going to their house for dinner had Addy smiling big, and as much as I wanted to keep her all to myself, I realized that was selfish. She needed her friend, just like I needed mine.

“Yes, I’m fine. Plus, this will be my last good meal until I go for my next round of treatment tomorrow. Then you know what happens.” She tried to smile, but the knowledge that she was gonna be sick for at least a week after treatment would instill an uneasiness in anyone.

Adelaide Reins was the strongest woman I knew. She battled cancer like a trooper, while carrying our baby. There were times she cried when she was sick or when she was tired—hell, there were times when she was sick
and
tired—but she never complained. She never questioned why this had happened to her, at least not out loud. Taking the cards life dealt her, she made the best of an extremely difficult situation, all the while putting up with my mood swings.

I tried to stifle my outrages, mostly my jealous rants, and I believed I was successful, but there were a few times I couldn’t help it. Like when Hawke commented on how sexy Addy was with her new tits. Yeah, the fucker actually made that comment. Or when Tripp embraced my woman, kissing her cheek before placing his hands on her growing belly.

That earned him a punch in the face, the brazen bastard.

He laughed.

Addy . . . not so much.

I still didn’t like the relationship she had with the nomad, but I guessed I had to deal with it because Addy considered him a friend. And if I forbade her to talk to him, all that would get me would be a few days of the silent treatment, and I couldn’t deal with that. Plus, I didn’t want to add any extra stress in her life.

So I sucked up their interactions, reacting when I felt he pushed the envelope too far.

When we finally arrived, I cut the engine and exited the truck to make my way to Addy’s door. I may be part of a notorious biker club, albeit legit now, be tattooed and look a bit rough to some people, but I opened the door for my woman. I waited on her hand and foot whenever I could, and showed her a side of me no one else was privy to.

“Well, it’s about time, brother,” Marek greeted from his front porch, leaning in the doorway as he acknowledged his dinner guests. Addy insisted on bringing a salad, and when she was close enough she shoved it into Marek’s hands, walking past him through the front door.

“Where’s Sully?”

“She’s finishing up getting ready. You can go back in the bedroom to hurry her along if you want,” he offered.

“Okay, be right back,” she called over her shoulder, leaving the two of us alone to talk.

“Want a beer?” He walked into his home, me following directly behind him.

“Sure thing.” I accepted the drink and sat at the kitchen table while Marek took the seat next to me.

He and I were best friends, had been since we were young. We knew everything about each other, our best attributes as well as our weaknesses. Experiencing the death of our fathers together made our bond even stronger, the pain we felt sealing our place in the world as brothers. We didn’t share the same blood, but it made no difference to him or me.

Recently, though, we’d fallen out of sync. He was busy with cementing his relationship with his wife, and making sure the club stayed on the right path. All the while waiting for the opportunity when he could catch Rico Yanez doing some shady dealings behind the cartel’s back. Only when he was able to take Yanez’s life would he be able to rest easy.

And me. Where did I even begin with what I’d been dealing with? Addy made me swear not to tell anyone in the club about her cancer, fearing even if I told Marek in confidence he might somehow innocently let it slip to Trigger. Therefore defeating the purpose of trying to protect her uncle, and eventually her father. I didn’t agree with her decision. I felt her family had a right to know, to offer her their love and help, but when it came right down to it, it wasn’t my call.

Then there was the baby. Only a few of the men in the club had kids, but no one I was close enough with to seek out any kind of advice. Ryder had a daughter he hardly saw because she lived across the country and only visited once a year. I found out recently Cutter had a daughter as well, but he didn’t want anything to do with her. Something about keeping her and her mother safe all these years, but I wondered if all that would change now that we were eliminating threats toward our club.

Our lives had certainly changed in the past year, but it was for the better. We both had a woman to love, something I would have never envisioned for myself before Addy, and certainly not for Marek.

“So,” my friend started, pulling me back from my thoughts. “How’s it goin’?” A short and simple question, but it spoke volumes. He was asking me about my relationship with Addy as well as impending fatherhood all rolled into those three little words.

Nodding, I took a large swig of my beer. Only after the cool liquid had cleared the back of my throat did I form the words to answer. “Everything’s good. Addy’s still sick most days, but she’s trudging on through.”

“Well, I guess she doesn’t have a choice, now does she?” he joked.

“Nope, she doesn’t. But she sure is a trooper, man.”

“Especially since she’s gotta deal with your unpredictable ass on top of being pregnant.” He laughed, a little more that time because it was the truth.

“There’s that,” I responded, tipping the nose of my bottle at him before drinking. Turning my head to the side to make sure we were still alone, I asked him what I’d meant to for the past few days. “Any new developments with Yanez?”

He shifted in his chair, his expression quickly turning to frustration. “No,” he grated. “I still have Zip watchin’ him, and while we’ve been able to gather a bit more info on his interactions with Koritz, it’s not enough to bring to Carrillo yet.”

“Well, at least we’ll be able to take that fucker out as well when the time comes. I’m still pissed about him raiding our club.” Sam Koritz was a shady DEA agent and his time would come. Payback was certainly a bitch. Switching the subject, simply because I was curious, I asked, “Does Sully know you’re biding your time until you can kill him? Have you told her anything of your plans?”

“Fuck no. I don’t need her worrying about that shit. I’ll tell her when it’s done; otherwise, there’ll be no mention of it whatsoever.” He looked at me like I was slow. “Got it?”

“Really? You even have to ask me that?” My jaw muscles ticked while my face scrunched up in disbelief. I was insulted and he knew it.

“Sorry, I know you’d never say anything, Stone. I just . . . Sully . . . Sometimes I wish I could purge
for
her. You know?”

Sadly . . . I did.

I savored the next few minutes before bringing up a topic I knew was touchy. He hadn’t said as much in so many words to me, but I was quite observant. “Hey, man, listen. I think we should start sending a guy or two with Jagger when he’s fighting.”

Marek bristled with unspoken aggravation, calming himself before meeting my stare. “Why?” he deadpanned.

“From what I understand, the purse is getting kinda large, and I think he could use some extra support in case anyone gets any ideas.” Taking another pull off my beer, I leaned back in my chair. “He’s gettin’ to be a pretty big deal in that world.”

“Well, if he’s so big then can’t he take care of himself, seeing as he’s the one winnin’ all the fucking fights anyway?” Reclining in his chair and mirroring my stance, he threw one arm over the back of his seat and rested the other on the table, drumming his fingers across the top. He was contemplating my suggestion, even though the prospect was probably one of the last people he wished to discuss right then.