Never Ever: Book One Perdition MC (7 page)

Her Jeep was out front, her puppy barking in the back, so he
went that way and saw her coming in from the small barn out back with a big
bucket in one hand, her other shoved deep in the pocket of her dull brown
jacket that looked to be two sizes too big for her. Hair all tossed up in a big
mess on top of her head, tight jeans on and a tall pair of muddy boots on her
feet.

Way to fuckin gorgeous for this early in the morning.

“Babe, what the fuck are you doin up this early?”

She jumped and clutched her hand to her chest, glaring
at him hotly, “Scared the shit out of me! I was feeding my pigs, and my
chickens.” She was still scowling at him by the time she hit the back porch and
plonked her bucket down at the bottom of the stairs. Her dog promptly shoved
his face it in and started licking up all the extra stuff left inside.
“Squatch, no! God damn it, we’ve talked about this you furry retard.” The puppy
just looked at her like she was his whole wide world, stupid sloppy grin and everything,
pouting when she snatched the bucket away, “You have pigs?” She nodded on her
way past him, kicking her muddy boots off outside the back door and pushed
through the screen door to take her bucket into the kitchen. “I don’t like
store bought meat. I’d have my own cows to slaughter, but I hate looking at
them. And smelling them. The pigs are bad enough, but I know what they’re
eating, which means I know what I’m eating, so I deal. The weather’s turning
colder in the mornings, we’ll have deer in the freezer soon.”

Her statement made him blink a few times, surprise, make that
shock filtering through his system, along with a hefty dose of arousal to add
to the already painful throbbing going on in his jeans. “You hunt deer,” He
stated slowly, and she cast him a little look over her shoulder that was a
frown, a curious from. “My dad always wanted a boy, but got me instead. So
instead of tea parties and ballet, it was oil changes and hunting trips. I
worked hard to be as girly as I am now, but I still like to hunt. Though, over
the years I’ve gotten creative, because I hate camping.”

He watched, baffled as she pulled out stuff to make grilled
cheese, some bacon, and instant vanilla pudding. Jesus it was too early, dick hard
as granite, totally fuckin being ignored by his woman, he needed coffee. And
when he asked where her machine was… “Don’t have one in the house. I can make
you some later when the nursery opens up.” No coffee, six am, no wake up and
fuck…this was starting out to be a hell of a shit day. “Why don’t you have a
coffee maker in the house?” He growled, and she unzipped her jacket, absently
patting her baby bump while she flipped the stove on to make that grilled
cheese. “Pregnant women can’t have caffeine, bad for the baby. So I removed the
temptation from the house and told the staff to tell me no, when I asked for
coffee. Or give me decaf. But the last time Todd gave me a decaf soy latte, I
poured it over his head. So now they don’t give me coffee at all. I can make
you some ginger tea to wake you up.”

“No thanks. What the hell are you making?”

She blinked over her shoulder at him absently, then looked
back at the stuff on her counter, laughing at herself a bit. “Apparently, bacon
grilled cheese and vanilla pudding. Weird. All your fault,” She told her
stomach, poking at it, and his shit morning dissolved. “Last time it was apples
and gravy,” Then she looked at him, quirked her eyebrow and continued talking
to the baby like he wasn’t standing right there. “Clearly your father doesn’t
eat like that, and I don’t eat like that, so must be youuwaah!” He whirled her
around, grabbed that sexy ass of hers in both hands and boosted her up to wrap
her legs around his waist. “Breakfast is gonna have to wait a while,” He ground
out, flipping the stove off and pushing the food back on the counter so the dog
wouldn’t get it, snatched the spatula out of her hand to toss in the sink, and
carried her out of the kitchen while she spluttered and hung on to his
shoulders. “Roar, put me down.”
“Fuck, no.” He growled back,

“Roar,”

“Tell me you don’t want me,”

“I don’t-“

He shut her up by letting her slide down his body and slanted
a hungry kiss over her lips, driving his tongue between her lips the way he
wanted to shove his cock between her legs. Curved himself around her and let
her fuckin have it. Four months’ worth of needing her, four months of waking up
hard without her next to him to help him fuck the pain away. Four fuckin
months. He wasn’t waiting four fuckin minutes.  “Tell me you don’t want
me, babe.” He told her again, and she tried, tried to tell him no, but he could
feel her nipples drilling into his chest. Feel her hips seeking forward towards
his dick. Her hands, fisted in his shirt to pull him closer, not push him away.
So he went back in and kissed her until she was using him to keep herself on
her feet. “Tell me,”

He cupped her hips, pulled her shirt out of her jeans and
pushed his palms up the smoothness of her sides, thumbs rubbing the undersides
of her breasts before he asked her again, “Jesus, shut up and fuck me you
manipulative jerk.” She snapped, struggling to get out of her shirt so she
could sink both hands in his hair, rise up on her toes and slam her mouth on
his hard. He needed no further prompting. He tore his own shirt off and walked
her backwards to the bed, sitting down so she could stand between his knees,
“Let me look at you.”

“What part of, shut up and fuck me, was unclear?” She panted,
and he pushed her back a step, reaching up to cup his palms around her breasts.
The plain black bra she had on made her skin seem whiter, like it was glowing,
and her tits had definitely gotten bigger. He’d been able to completely cover
them last time, now they filled his palms to perfection. He plucked at her straining
nipples, remembering how they felt in his mouth, and she flinched, “Easy,” He
frowned and quit immediately, glad when her hands came up to press against his
tighter. “My boobs mutated and got so sensitive sometimes I can’t bear to wear
a bra.”

He grunted, wondering what other things had gotten more
sensitive, flicked the clip of her bra open and she shrugged out of it, her
lips curving when he licked his and leaned in, “Sorry, baby. I’ll be gentle.”
She gasped softly when he licked at the gorgeous pink tips of her even more
gorgeous tits, her fingers pressing hard into his scalp to hold him closer,
shuddering and moaning softly when he suckled. “Roar, come on,”

“Hush,” He ordered roughly, rubbing the flat of his tongue
over her nipple before he took the other one and pulled gently at first, then
harder with his lips until a soft cry left her and her whole body shuddered in
his arms. “Bet I could make you come, just from this. Damn, your tits are
pretty,” Even prettier flushed with warmth, her nipples hard and swollen,
bright pink from his mouth. He chaffed them with his morning stubble and she
hissed, tugging hard on his hair, “Quit screwing around,” She demanded, and his
lips curled against her skin.

Damn demanding bitch.

He grabbed her around the hips and rolled her down to the
bed, tore at the snap on her jeans, the zipper, peeled them off her body and
dropped to his knees, throwing her legs over his shoulders to bury his face in
her pussy. She cried out to the ceiling, lifting her hips up, riding his face
while he licked, ate, sucked, swirled, fucked her with his tongue and made a
mess out of the sweet cream pouring over his lips. Soon his name joined that
litany of soft cries, peppered with “please,” and “Oh god, more!” He could feel
the soft muscles in her thighs quivering against his cheeks and hurried to tear
open his fly. Laughing when she cursed him for stopping, leaving her hanging
for the one second it took to grab her ass in both hands and haul her up, open,
to sink his cock in that sweet pussy, all the way to the root.

One shove, and she shot off like a roman candle.

He watched or gorgeous body bow up, mouth open on a keening
cry that vibrated through his whole body, her pussy milking his dick so strong
his eyes nearly crossed. No holding back now. She grabbed his wrists and he
fucked her through that crushing orgasm, right up to a second, to a third, four
fuckin months of blue balls, and when he finally blew, it was like the hand of
fuckin God. It tore up from his toes, made the muscles in his ass clench so
hard his back spasmed as the ecstasy exploded from his cock in gut wrenching
spurts. He came so hard, so much, that he looked down through the fireworks
going off in his head and saw his come gush out from between their joined bodies.

He barely had the presence of mind to turn so he didn’t land
on her when he crashed. To haul her with him onto her side so he could keep his
dick planted inside her, savoring the last little ripples of her orgasm while
he tried to catch his breath and quiet the ringing in his ears. He kept her
cuddled close, lips pressed to her sweaty brow, smug as fuck to hear the sweet
little mewling whimpers she made as she came down too, “Okay?” He grated out,
and she nodded, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips, which mean it swiped
across his chest sensually, making his spent cock twitch, “Jesus, not
possible,”

“Huh?”

“Better. It was better…than last time.” She panted out, her
fingers weakly spasming on his shoulder while she clung to him. He passed out with
a grin on his face.

Next time he woke up, they were still tangled together, her
soft body flung half over him, her hair spread out all over everywhere, sun
shining down on her beautiful pale body. She was out, her thigh over his hip,
shivering a little when he skated his fingertips down the long length of her
spine, swirling around the dark edges of his brand on her back. Down around the
tender edges to skate over the round curve of her ass, the curve of it where it
hit her thigh. “Missed out,” He muttered, amazed by the beauty sleeping in the
curve of his arm, “Muh?” She slurred sleepily, and he shifted her hair off her
cheek to touch a kiss to her temple, “Missed out last time, getting to wake up
with you in my arms. All soft and sweet,”

“Shut the fuck up, tired.”

Her grouchy growl made him laugh and grab a hand full of her
beautiful ass to squeeze and tug her closer. She reached back blindly behind
her for the blankets, pulling them over herself, then a few minutes later shoved
them off again, but kept the sheet. “Okay?” He chuckled, and she shoved at his
shoulder weakly, “Fuckin furnace, you’re gonna boil me to death. I’m hungry,”
She bitched, and now he full out laughed. “Give her four screaming orgasms, and
she’s still cranky.” He muttered into her hair, “Shouldn’t have pulled me away
from my breakfast,” She grumbled, her hand folding over his when he curved it
over her belly. It moved something deep inside him, bitchy as she was, she
didn’t shove his hand away, she folded hers over top of his and turned her
cheek to rest on his chest. Right over his heart, and held his hand over their
boy. “I’m
makin
you breakfast, babe.”

“K. Time
s’it
?”

“Almost ten,”

“
Hafta
get up. Open the nursery.”

“You’ve got employees for that,”

“Oh. Yeah. Do, mm hm.”

Her thumb stroked down the side of his hand and he had to get
up before he made a fool of himself. He eased away and dropped a kiss on her
cheek, easing the sheet higher over her body and reached down to hitch his
jeans up his thighs. She grabbed a pillow to shove under her hips, threw her
knee over another, and hugged a third to her chest, snuggling down like a
little girl on her pristine white sheets. He stared at her for a long time, at
the long shapely length of her leg that peeked out from under the soft sheets,
the soft pink polish on her toenails, up the curve of her body to her sleep
blushed cheeks and the crimson fan of her eyelashes on that creamy skin. The
spill of all her hair across the whiteness of her bedding, like fire licking
down over the edge of the bed.

Fuckin beautiful bitch.

“Not your god damn bitch,” She growled without opening her
eyes, and he gave a huff of a laugh, guessing he’d said that out loud.

He brought her grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches and a bowl
of vanilla pudding with some orange juice he found in the fridge and set the
stuff down on the bedside table. She breathed in deep at the sound of the
dishes clinking down, groggily opening one eye to look over her shoulder at
him, “Shit.” She murmured, licking her lips and pushed up on her elbow, the
sheet dropping to her waist and baring her tits again, showing him the little
strawberries he’d left on her soft skin. Made his dick hard in two seconds
flat. Chapped his ass that he had to leave her like that. “I
gotta
go back to the compound. Be back in a few hours,” She
nodded sleepily and scooted up, arching a skeptical eyebrow at him when he sat
down beside her and waited for him to go, obviously. “Babe,”

“What?”

“I’m
leavin
.”

“I heard you.”

“No, I’m
leavin
. I leave after
fuckin you nearly into a coma, you kiss me goodbye. I come back, get a kiss
hello so I can do it all over again.”