A wide smile spread across his face. “Fuck, no. I love it.”
Bolo lifted me in his arms, his hands under my ass to support me. He carried me into the back hallway that led to our new bedroom, kissing me as he went.
I giggled as he set me on the bed, then I watched as he left the room to lock the door. When he came back in, he was already stripping out of his clothes.
“Do you think they’ll miss us?” I asked, suddenly uncertain.
“I don’t give a shit if they do.” He laid his cut on the dresser, then stripped off his shirt. He tossed it on the floor in the corner.I licked my lips as I ran my eyes over his bare chest. I’d seen him shirtless plenty, but it never got old. His muscles flexed as he reached down and unbuckled his belt. I loved that he had thick chest hair covering his pecs. Some women liked their men smoother, but that didn’t work for me.
He bent and unlaced his boots. My eyes traced over his back. It was covered from neck to the top of his ass in ink. He didn’t have any tattoos on his front half, just back there. My fingers itched to trace all the different patterns and designs. It was multiple tattoos melded together to look like one huge back piece.
His jeans and boxer briefs went next and his cock bounced against his stomach when he tugged his briefs down. I shifted on the bed, needing to feel him inside of me so badly.
My blood pressure had been on the rise again, and slowly Dr. Natalie was increasing my dosages to keep it down. Between that, my dad being mad at me, the uncertainty I was feeling about work and my career… Well, my stress levels were at an all-time high and I was ready to let some of that go.
I was ready to combust, if I was being honest. My breasts were heavy and swollen, my nipples hard and aching for his touch. I had so many new erogenous zones, and I was hoping that Bolo would hit every single one of them before the night was over. I wasn’t sure how many orgasms it was going to take to relieve some of this tension I was holding on to, but I was looking forward to counting them.
He climbed onto the bed, covering my body with his much larger one, careful to keep his weight on his forearms and off my stomach. He kissed me like he was starving for me, and thank God, because if I was the only one feeling like this I would go insane.
I moaned as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine. I was so busy tasting him thatI didn’t notice his hands sliding under my shirt until he was cupping my breasts.
“Oh,” I gasped, throwing my head back. He took advantage of the move to trail kisses down my neck. His lips felt so good, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me. His fingers plucked at my nipples through the lace of my bra and I arched into his touch. I hadn’t worn a regular bra lately, too uncomfortable, but the lacy little number I had on was just for him. I’d been hoping we’d get the chance to do this once everyone left for the day.
He’d seen me in nothing but sweat pants, baggy t-shirts, and sports bras that gave me a uni-boob for the last couple weeks. He deserved better, but never complained. He wanted me to be comfortable. I was pretty sure he was just happy to have me at his home with him. And I was glad to have him home the whole time, too. It had shocked me when he said the club had essentially given him a leave of absence. I didn’t know they did that.
He’d explained it wasn’t common, but they’d done the same with Kilo and OD. Ruck wanted to make sure they were all available for Camila, Rue and me during this time, and that they were there to protect us every hour of the day with The Collective ramping up their attacks. After they’d burnt down my sister’s house, no one was willing to take chances anymore.
I had a feeling Bolo would fly me to some remote island somewhere to keep me safe, but we needed to stay close to my doctors. I pushed the worry about my pregnancy aside. The worry for my baby was never gone, and I wouldn’t smother that, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t focus back on what Bolo was doing to me.
“Fuck, I love your tits. Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
I could only nod, words escaping me. When he tugged my shirt up and over my head, I lifted my arms to accommodate themove. My bra came next, and I could see the heated look in his eyes as he took my bare breasts in. He licked his lips, then bent to take a nipple into his mouth. I cried out, reaching up to grasp his hair as he sucked on me. My hips lifted from the bed and I felt the hard line of his cock against my stomach. He moved to the other breast and I could feel how wet I was getting. I needed him so badly.
“Please,” I gasped when he pulled back.
He kissed his way back up to my mouth, pressing our lips together as he unbuttoned my pants. When he had them open, he pulled back again and tugged them down my legs, taking my panties with them. He spread my legs, moving his big body between them, and I felt his fingers run over my pussy. I bucked against his hand with a moan and he chuckled.
“So fucking wet. So ready for me,” he said, his voice deep with desire.
I wanted to tell him that I’d been ready as soon as we’d stopped the last time, but had made the decision to wait until I spoke to the doctor. But that was a lot to say and he slid a finger inside of me, making me lose my ability to speak. My inner muscles clenched around his finger, trying to drag him in deeper. He added a second finger, pumping both in and out of me. My hips lifted again, chasing his touch, wanting more.
“Bolo!” I gasped, unable to hold back. The first orgasm rolled over me, granting me a small amount of relief. I raked my nails down his back, not caring if I left marks. “More.” I needed it more than oxygen at this point. Never would I have guessed that pregnancy would have turned me into a sex-crazed monster, but here we were.
“Fucking love how greedy you are,” he said, voice gravelly and deep. His fingers left my body and I opened my eyes to see him moving over me again. He settled between my legs and theblunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I lifted my hips again and he started to push inside of me.
“Fuck, so tight,” he muttered, pausing when he was fully seated. All I could do was hang onto his muscular shoulders. I was positive that holding onto him was the only thing keeping me from scattering into a thousand pieces and drifting away.
He leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I sucked on it, wanting to taste more of him. When he pulled back, he reached down between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb. I gasped and arched my back, my inner muscles clenching around him again. “You feel so good, Baby Girl.”
I was done with words. Sentences were definitely beyond me. It was all I could do to focus enough on what he was saying. He filled me completely and it was eliciting this deep achy pleasure inside of my core.
He started to move, sliding out of me before pushing back in. I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his hips, and dug my heels into his ass, trying to get him to move faster. He set a leisurely pace, stroking his dick in and out of me, and hitting that spot inside that had me panting and clinging to his shoulders.
I could feel my orgasm building and I knew it was going to be big.
But still he was taking his time. And I knew he was being careful not to hurt me. Not to put too much of his weight on me. My belly wasn’t very big yet, but it was enough of a reminder for him to take things easy, even if I didn’t want him to.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “I’m so close.” I managed to bite those words out because if he slowed down, I was going to lose my mind.
