Life After Taylah (30 page)

Oh god.

During my mental babble, he’s gotten to his knees and lifted one of my legs, placing it over his shoulder. Now he’s got his mouth on me, sucking my clit deep. I lean down and take his head, curling my fingers into his hair for leverage. God, he feels so fucking good. His mouth is consuming me; his tongue is flicking hard and fast over my clit. Spike always gives it to me how I need it – rough and raw. He slides a hand up my thigh and slips two fingers into my pussy.

“Spike,” I rasp. “Oh god.”

The one amazing thing about pregnancy is that everything seems to feel better. I come harder and faster than I ever have before. Spike slides his fingers in and out, tilting them just enough to hit that sweet spot. His tongue rolls over my clit, creating the perfect friction. My nipples are hard and I’m struggling to stay upright. I feel pleasure rising up, causing everything to tighten.

Then, finally, I let it all go.

My knees buckle as I come hard, crying out Spike’s name as he sucks every, last shudder from my body. He releases me slowly, carefully placing my foot back on the floor. Then he looks up at me and slides his two fingers into his mouth. His expression is lusty and I want nothing more than to feel his cock deep inside me right now.

He rises slowly, kissing up my body, before reaching my mouth. He kisses me softly there, but I can taste myself all over his lips. He leans down, taking my knees and scooping me up. I squeal and laugh as he gently lowers me into the water. The warm water surrounds me immediately, and I sigh in relief.

Exactly what I need.

He always knows exactly what I need.

“I
s Skye down?” Ciara asks, handing me a stack of plates.

I grin at her. She looks much better now she’s spent some ‘alone’ time with Spike.

“Yep,” I say. “Sleeping like an angel. They all are, though Danny wasn’t easy to get down.”

“She is an angel,” she smiles. “She’s so darn cute. I hope this one is a girl. And don’t mind Danny, he has his father’s energy.”

She rubs her very round, very swollen belly. She’s ready to go anytime now; it’s just a matter of when and where. I’m happy for Ciara and Spike, they’ve been through a lot in the past few months and they deserve this baby. I feel the swell of want in my belly as I consider talking to Cade about having another one. He’s so good with Skye, so attentive and sweet. I know he’d like another one, and so would I, I just don’t know if now is when he wants it.

“You’re clucky!” Serenity says, snapping me from my thoughts.

She’s just walked in the kitchen and is grinning stupidly at me.

“Am not!”

“Are so!”

“Are you girls fighting again?” Janine asks, bringing in a few empty beer bottles.

We all give her an innocent grin. She shakes her head and walks to the fridge, pulling out a few more.

“When did you become bar bitch?” I ask, lifting myself up and popping my bottom onto the countertop.

“Since Muff gives me really good sex,” she fires back with a saucy smile.

“You’re such a Muff slut,” I laugh.

She nods. “I admit it, I am.”

Serenity smiles and her eyes go to mine. We all know Serenity fucked my dad and Muff at the same time. I envy her. I don’t think I could ever share Cade or have anyone else touch me, but I must admit it has me curious as to what it would feel like to have two men wrapped around you.

“We should go and join them,” I say, hopping down. “I could use a beer.”

“I hate you right now,” Ciara says, throwing a dishtowel down and following us out.

The guys are outside sitting around a fire they created themselves. I can’t see Cade when I go to sit down. I stare around, but it’s far too dark.

“Where’s Cade?” I ask Spike.

“Went to piss behind the shed,” he says, letting his eyes travel over his wife.

I smile and stare over at the shed. It’s been a while since Cade and I have been alone, Skye keeps us busy and we don’t often get the chance to just be together. I disappear into the darkness, hearing the sound of Ciara’s voice as I move. She’s taunting me - using the words ‘lucky’ and ‘whore’ in some less than choice sentences. God bless her rotten heart.

“Cade?” I ask, stepping around behind the shed.

I see the faint glow of a cigarette light, and I smile.

“Are you hiding behind the shed and smoking? Bad boy, Cade.”

He chuckles deeply in the darkness and I hear his boots shuffling on the ground as he crushes out the cigarette.

“You come for a quick fuck behind the shed, sugar?”

“Maybe,” I say, sauntering over.

“Oh yeah?”

I reach him and place my hands on his chest. “Yeah.”

He places his hands on my hips and leans in, running his nose down my neck and breathing me in.

“Been so long since I fucked you hard and rough, sugar.”

“It is,” I groan as his hands slide around to cup my ass.

“Been so long since I felt this sweet ass,” he growls, nipping my earlobe.

“Are you going to fuck me, biker, or are you going to talk us through it?”

He chuckles again and leans down, using my ass to hold me still while he grinds his hips into my swollen, readily waiting pussy. His lips find mine and he kisses me, his mouth devouring every inch of mine. Our tongues dance together and my hands reach up to find his hair. I tug it, bringing him closer so I can kiss him harder, deeper, until we’re both panting with need.

He reaches down and takes my skirt, hiking it up around my hips, and then he drops down in front of me. My hands disappear from his hair and I whimper at the sudden loss. He takes hold of my thighs, using his thumbs to spread my pussy and then he’s there, his mouth against my swollen flesh, his tongue flicking between my folds to find my clit.

“Shit, Cade,” I gasp, throwing my head back. It hits the shed and makes a loud, ringing sound.

Cade rumbles against my flesh, using his hands to shove my legs wider so he can suck deeper. I cry out his name as an orgasm so intense rips through my body, causing my knees to buckle. He rises up, wrapping his arm around my waist and holding me up. The cool air tickles my exposed flesh, causing me to shudder. Cade keeps his arm around me, while his other hand jerks his jeans down, freeing his cock.

When he’s freed himself, he spins my body around and presses my front against the shed. His fingers snake up my skirt, tickling the flesh on my bottom. He raises his hand off and brings it down gently, slapping me just hard enough to cause a little yelp to escape my lips. Then he’s pressing his hard body against mine, his cock shoving against my entrance.

“Ready for me baby?”

“Oh yeah,” I mewl. “Fuck me and own it, biker.”

“I’ll fuckin’ own it,” he grunts, driving his cock deep into my flesh.

“Oh god,” I cry out, slapping my hand against the cool metal that I’m pressed up against.

“Shit,” he grunts, jerking his hips and driving his cock harder and deeper.

He fucks me so hard my body slams against the shed. His fingers go up and find my hair and he pulls my head back, his lips finding my neck. He sucks me there, sliding my flesh into his hot, waiting mouth. He bites and nibbles while is hips continue to raise me higher and higher.

“Cade,” I scream as my orgasm rips through me, causing me to tense and pull around him.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Coming baby.”

He jerks his hips a few more times and then I feel him tightening and releasing inside my body. He pulls out gently and spins me around, wrapping me in his arms. I drop my head into his neck and breathe him in – all sex and man. It’s fucking perfect.

“Remind me to do that more often,” he murmurs against the flesh of my neck.

“Consider it done,” I squeak.

He runs his fingers through my hair, straightening it out.

“No idea how we’re going to look when we get out of here, sugar, but it’s bound to be good.”

I laugh softly; pulling my panties back and dragging my skirt back down my thighs.

“Oh, it’ll be good. We are Cade and Addison after all.”

He laughs and I hear the sound of his zipper, then his hands are on me again, guiding my hips so we can get out of this darkness. The minute we step around the side of the shed and I see the dull glow of the fire; I realize how close we actually were. It hits even harder when everyone starts to cheer – everyone except my father who is glaring at his hands.

“You went in there like a boss, buddy!” Spike chuckles, clapping his hands. Ciara thumps him on the shoulder.

“Don’t ever,” Jackson bites out. “
Ever
let me hear that shit again.”

I flush but cover it with a snort. “President of the club and you’re scared of a little sound making?”

“It wouldn’t matter,” he growls. “If it was anyone
BUT
my daughter.”

“Sorry daddy,” I say in my best daughter voice.

I’m not sorry though, oh no, I’ll never be sorry for fucking Cade.

J
ackson is moody; he’s been moody all night. Addison going around the corner and screaming her pleasure with Cade didn’t help. Now I’m sitting next to the king of cranky and it’s not fun. It probably has to do with the fact that we had an argument before we left home, but hey, whatever. He’s speaking to me and acting normal, but I can see how tense he is.

“Are you going to get over your mood any time soon?” I whisper, leaning over towards him.

“Ain’t in a mood,” he grumbles.

“Do you need me to take you behind the shed, too?”

He snorts. “If I wanted to fuck you, darlin’, I wouldn’t need a fuckin’ shed to do it.”

My pussy clenches, but I pretend his words have offended me.

“
If
you wanted to fuck me? Are you saying you don’t?”

He turns those dazzling eyes towards me, and his jaw tics. “Do I fuck you morning and night, Serenity?”

Oh...yes he certainly does.

“Yes,” I say, staring at his lips, suddenly wanting to do what Addison and Cade just did.

“Do I lick your sweet cunt every other day?”

I flush and my voice trembles. “Yes.”

“Then don’t you question if I want to fuck you or not. I always want to fuck you.”

“Just not tonight,” I point out.

His jaw tenses and his eyes lower to my dress, before sliding back up to my lips. “Didn’t know you wanted to be fucked.”

“My pussy has only been giving off ‘fuck me’ vibes for the past hour, but you’re too broody to notice.”

His mouth twitches and his eyes heat. “I apologize,” he says, his voice husky and low. “I didn’t hear your pussy.”

“Well old man,” I giggle nervously. “Get your hearing checked.”

“Old man, eh?” he growls.

“Yeah,” I say, grinning at him. “Old man.”

“Yo’ Jackson,” Spike yells forcing Jackson to move his eyes off me and turn them in Spike’s direction.

“What?” he grunts.

“Stop eye fucking your woman and give us a game, this shit is boring.”

“Are you five, Spike?” Jackson grins at him.

“Don’t fuck with me, bro. Now give us somethin’ to do.”

“You want to dance with a Santa hat again?” I tease Spike.

He turns and winks at me. “If it means I get lucky again, then fuck yeah.”

Ciara laughs and slaps his shoulder. “You’re such a horny man.”

“Only for you, baby,” he winks at her, before turning back to Jackson. “So?”

“I have one,” I say.

“Does it involve acting out movies?” Cade says, smothering a laugh.

“No,” I grunt.

“What about words on our heads?” Muff grins and I can’t help but grin back.

“No,
Brian
, there will be no words on our heads. It’s easy, really. We go through the alphabet and we all have to pick an actor or actress that starts with that letter, but you only get five seconds each.”

“Easy,” Spike says, clapping his hands together. “I’ll start. A – Angelina Jolie.”

I roll my eyes. “B – Brad Pitt.”

“This is easy,” Ciara says. “C – Cameron Diaz.”

“D,” Addison says. “Doc Marten.”

“Doc Marten is a fuckin’ shoe,” Spike bellows and then bursts out laughing.

“It is not!” Addison cries.

“Honey, it is,” Cade says, smothering a laugh.

“Google it!” she says, pointing to me. “Google. It.”

“It’s a shoe,” I giggle, searching it anyway.

“No, it’s off that movie, what’s it called?” Addison protests. “
Back To The Future
!”

We all lose our shit laughing, Spike even falls off the log he’s sitting on. Addison crosses her arms and glares at us, but I can see her fighting a smile.

“His name,” Jackson chokes between laughs. “Was Emmett Brown.”

“Was not daddy,” Addison says, crossing her legs.

“Oh god,” Janine snorts. “Oh, Addi!”

“All right,” she says, throwing up her hands. “This game is finished!”

“Fun spoiler,” I tease.

She grins at me and then turns to Cade. “You better have my back, biker.”

“Always baby,” he laughs.

We get back to the game, gliding through it with ease. Jackson gets up about ten minutes after we’ve finished it, and walks inside. I hesitate a moment, but decide to follow him. I find him in the kitchen, staring at his phone. He looks up when I come in, and I can’t help the lusty smile that creeps across my lips.

“That smile scares me,” he says as I step closer.

“It should.”

He grins and steps forward, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me closer. I smile up at him, staring at his rugged face. So gorgeous. So fucking perfect. My fingers go up and lightly trace his jaw, admiring the perfection that is Jackson. His eyes grow lusty as he pushes my body against the counter.

“Everyone else is fucking tonight,” he rasps. “Guess it’s our turn.”

“We can’t fuck here,” I purr. “But we can do other things.”

His eyebrows shoot up and he murmurs, “Oh?”

I grin and slowly slide down his body, sheltering mine with the counter. Jackson groans when he figures out what I’m about to do. His hands grip the counter as he presses his hips forward. I rub my cheek against his jean-clad cock, causing it to stir and swell. I hook my fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and press my face over his cock, breathing hot air through his jeans.