Ride with Me (16 page)

One positive about not being on my bike right now is I get to play with my woman.

Ma takes us on a detour, so by the time we get to the clubhouse, it’s hopping. Bikes, cars, and trucks are everywhere. When we step out of the car, we are bombarded with congratulations, excitement radiating off everyone. I have to admit I’m getting high off all the enjoyment.

Sure, my feet and body are tired but screw it. I’m with my family and friends, and I’m going to have fun on my wedding day. And I do.

When it’s time to cut the cake, I feel my body trying to give out on me.

“Babe, sit,” Cruz orders, and I gladly comply. My swollen feet are bigger than fucking elephants now, which I didn’t think was possible.

Casey comes up. “Do you like the cake?” Her eyes glow with excitement, so I’m pretty sure she made it. It’s three tiers, but each tier is black and shaped like a tire.
What on earth?
The top of it has two bikes with a bride and a groom sitting on each. It’s different, and I love it.

“Yeah, it’s perfect.”

She claps her hands excitedly. “I made it! Well, Blaze and I did with a little of Tanner’s help. I had to look it up online, but I think it turned out pretty awesome!”

“You did fantastic. Thank you so much,” I tell her as she leans down and wraps her arms around my neck.

I love this woman. Shit, I love all my family.

She pulls away. “Okay, gotta cut it.”

I quirk my brow as she hands Cruz a knife. We do the cake thing, and Cruz doesn’t smash it in my face like Dagger tried to get him to do. He’s lucky he didn’t. I would have had to kick his fucking ass, and my energy level is about out.

After another few hours, I’m really feeling it. The babies are moving like crazy, no doubt dancing to the music blaring through the speakers, but I’m done. I need to lie down.

I look at Cruz, who is across the room, and his eyes lift to mine. He must see my torment because he storms through the crowd, picks me up, and carries me to his room where he lays me down on the bed and begins to remove my clothes.

I want to fuck him—I do—but I think I need a nap first. Fuck, I hate that. I have never had to tell my man no before.

He finishes undressing me then pulls the covers over my body, not initiating sex at all. I fully admit that it stuns me.

“Babe, get some sleep. I’ll be back in a couple of hours to fuck you.” He kisses my lips, and then he’s gone.

My first thought is:
He’s leaving me on my wedding night
? Then my second thought is:
He’s leaving me to rest on my wedding night. Fuck, I love my man
.

It only takes moments before the darkness takes over.

I wake to the blankets being pulled from my body, the warmth I was cocooned in turning into cool air. I’m lying on my side, giving his side of the bed my back, but I smell my man. Nothing in the world smells better than my man.

The bed depresses behind me, and then I feel his heat at my back, his hands coming around my expanded belly. The kids kick their father, and he chuckles. His hand pauses for a moment then moves to my back, slowly moving up and down my spine, sending goosebumps all over my body.

“Cruz?” I ask when he continues up and down, making no other attempt to touch me.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re my wife, my woman, the mother of my kids. I can’t fucking say it enough, Princess. You’re my fucking everything.”

My heart melts as I try to turn, but his hand stops me.

“I’m playin’,” is all he says as he continues his strokes.

“I love you, too. Thank you for today. I’ll never forget it.”

“Fuck no, you won’t.” He chuckles, moving down the bed, his hands spreading my legs while pushing my back to the bed.

The bump of my belly doesn’t allow me to see what he’s doing, only feel each stroke of his hand as he moves them up and down my inner thigh, teasing and tormenting me.

He slides his fingers through my wetness, and I arch as his fingers brush over my clit. I seriously didn’t realize how pregnancy made a horny woman so much hornier. I didn’t think that shit was possible. We are active, but lately, I have been almost climbing him at every small opportunity. It’s like my clit has a mind of its own. Not that Cruz minds, but fuck! I could screw him four times a day, and it wouldn’t be enough some days.

His tongue begins to faintly swirl the lips of my pussy, causing me to thrust my hips. I want more, dammit.

“Stay down,” he orders.

I know he can’t hold me down like he wants to because of my belly, but I don’t test him, knowing he will find some way to do it if I don’t listen.

It takes every bit of my strength to stop myself. Thank goodness for the fucking nap. I would be a mess right now without it.

Cruz’s lips and tongue become more urgent. The pressure he uses increases as his tongue moves faster. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I grip the sheets and scream, my orgasm so damn close. Just a little bit more and I will be right there.

My body begins to hum and throb. I want to move my hips to put his mouth where I need it, but I refrain.

A finger enters inside of me, brushing the top wall as his lips attach again to my clit. White light sears my vision. I can’t control my body as it convulses, letting each bout of electricity make its way through every cell inside of me.

Cruz doesn’t let up as he continues to stroke me inside. God, it feels so damn good. His lips move to my ass as he presses my leg back over so I’m lying once again on my side.

“I need inside that hot, wet pussy,” he says, kissing up my back then sucking the lobe of my ear between his teeth.

He raises my leg as he scoots flush behind me. Then, in one swift thrust, my man is seated inside of me, and I feel like I’m going to come again.

He grips my leg so tightly I have no doubt he will be leaving marks on me for tomorrow as he pistons in and out of my body like a damn machine.

“I fucking love your pussy around my cock.”

I moan, his dirty talk only driving me higher.

After three more thrusts, I’m frantically rubbing my clit as I come again. This one is more intense and longer as it ripples through me like water in the ocean. Fuck, that was good.

Cruz’s muscles strain. “I fucking love when you tighten around my cock.”

He pulls out, and I whimper, “Where are you going?” Even though I just came several times, I’m not ready for this shit to end yet.

“Hands and knees,” he orders.

I get into position, resting my elbows on the bed, taking the pressure off my belly just a bit.

He fills me completely and begins his strokes. His hands on my ass, he kneads the muscles there over and over again as he pounds into me. Then he takes some of my wetness from my pussy and breaches the small ring of my ass.

Fuck, I love ass play.

His finger doesn’t go far, but each nerve it sets off sends me deeper into what I know will be a hell of an orgasm.

His dick and his finger are in sync. One goes in, the other out, and it continues. His other hand wraps around my body to my clit, rubbing in fast, continuous movements that send me into overdrive. Fuck!

It’s coming at me from every angle, and I’m going to blow. I’m going to lose total control, and I know the sounds that are going to come out of my mouth will more than likely wake up the dead. But at this point, I don’t give a shit.

Higher, higher, higher, it builds. Then, all at once, his dick goes in hard as does his finger in my ass, and he smacks my clit. That’s it.

I blow, or more like implode, screaming so loudly I feel it in my throat. My body shudders almost as if I’m having a spasm attack. I can’t control any of my movements; my body does whatever the hell it wants to. I feel the tightening and the release of the pressure, my brain going into euphoria.

It takes me long moments to come back to myself, and when I do, Cruz is fucking me hard. It doesn’t take long before he pushes himself into me hard then quakes behind me, his thighs shaking on mine.

I can’t breathe. It’s like every bit of air in the room has disappeared. The more I suck in, the harder it is to find, not to mention the rawer my throat becomes.

My knees want to give out, but I can’t. With Cruz’s weight on me, I would crush my babies, and that shit’s not happening.

“Cruz,” I say through a choked, croaky breath, “I need you to roll off.”

He grunts after a couple of moments then falls to his back on the bed. I fall to my side, my legs and arms a bit tingly from the position. I place my head on Cruz’s chest, and his arm come around me. Our breathing fills the room, and I swear it sounds like a fucking porn being taped with all of it.

“I fucking love you, babe,” Cruz says, kissing the top of my head.

“Love you, too.”

“You’re mine.”

“I’ve always been yours,” I remind him.

His arm tightens. “Fuck yeah, you have.”

From the moment I met the man in the garage when he pointed a gun at my head, I knew he was something. Of course, I saw how fucking sexy he was, but it was more than that. I felt him. If I had to live through prison again just to have this happiness, I would do it in a fucking heartbeat. He’s my everything—him and my kids.

“So, is my sister a royal bitch while pregnant?” GT asks jokingly as we sit in the clubhouse. Church just got over, so we are sitting around, having a few drinks before heading home.

Princess is six months pregnant. She keeps telling me how far along she is in weeks, but that shit doesn’t work with me. Months, I can handle.

It’s strange. Princess blew up over night. Not that she’s huge, but damn, no one could mistake her for not being pregnant right now. At the last doctor’s visit, the doc said it was time for Princess to start gaining more weight because she has double the baby. She’s going to get bigger than women with single babies, but Princess seems okay with that.

The doctor also said everything is how it’s supposed to be, developing the right way. Shit, our little girl waved at us in the last ultrasound thing.

Princess has had a shitload of tests run on her, but we have been lucky that everything has come back fine.

The biggest problem with my woman is keeping her ass down. All of the sudden, this past week, she’s like a fucking machine—cleaning shit, throwing shit away, and she’s moving all the time, prepping the room for the babies, even when I see on her face that she’s tired as fuck. Regardless, she just keeps on going. In fact, she and Ma are supposed to go shopping tomorrow for all the baby shit we will need. I swear, if I have to tie her to the fucking bed to get rest, I’m going to do it.

Hell, even with Cooper, she’s running around like her ass is on fire, like she has to prove that just because she’s pregnant, it does not mean she can’t handle anything and everything that comes her way. I swear she’s losing her damn mind.

“Nah,” I respond, taking a swig of my beer.

“Liar,” GT mumbles. “My sister is always a pain in the ass. I can only imagine when she’s hyped up on hormones.”

He’s not wrong. She wants to fuck every chance we can, which I’m not complaining about, but fucking in the damn closets when Coop is around is getting old. It was hot as fuck there for a while, but it’s losing that edge. I need to spice some shit up.

“She’s not a bitch, man. Right now, she’s on a cleaning frenzy, so at least the house is together.”

GT chuckles, taking a pull from his beer. “Yeah, Casey did that shit, too. She said something about nesting or some shit. Fuck, I don’t know. This dad shit’s not easy.”

“No, it’s not.” It never has been easy, even with an easy-going kid like Coop. Easy doesn’t fit in the same category with kids.

“Anyway, Princess making you come to the baby shower?”

I look up at the ceiling and move my head from side to side. “Fuck no. I’m not doing that shit. I’ll come load everything up then haul it home and into the babies’ room. That’s my job.”

Princess asked if I wanted to go, but then laughed hysterically at whatever look crossed my face. She was joking. I’m not into that shower shit.

“You doing well with Deke?” I ask.

We talk on occasion when he needs to. He had a rough go at it after Deke was born. He had never held a baby, let alone had to take care of one. It was an entirely different world he was introduced to. I found it fucking funny as shit.