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“I’d like to see you try,” I quip, with a smile.
Chase does something foreign with his hip movements, making my toes curl and pussy spasm. “Oh, Chase. My God, yes. Right there…right there…don’t stop…don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“That’s right,” he says, with a sharp smile. “You know I love you more.”
“Shut up, Caveman, and fucking breed me.”
Caught off guard with my response, his movements falter. “You serious?”
“As serious as canceling my Depo shot appointment for next week. I may be fertile right—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence before he rails me with new vivacity against the window. The glass shakes in protest with each of his hard thrusts. If the window cracks and we fall to our death, so be it. We’ll go out happy.
“Fuck, Numbers. I’m going to fill you with my cum—your womb will be full of my babies.”
My lower abdomen tightens, my walls trembling with my imminent release. “Yes, fill me,” I mewl greedily. “I want a baby. Give me a baby!”
He drills into me, deeper than before. I swear I can feel him in my stomach. His apadravya piercing drags across my stimulated inside, throwing my nerve endings into overdrive. My body stiffens before my insides implode. Sparks of white light dance behind my eyelids as I scream Chase’s name through my release, my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock.
Chase shoves deep inside me, releasing the sexiest, most raw moan.
We stay connected, catching our breath and drugged out on euphoria. After a couple minutes, Chase releases my wrists. He slowly pulls out, letting me slide down his body back onto my wobbly legs. His come creeps down my leg. I clench my insides, attempting to hold it in. Babymaking is happening—gravity be damned.
My husband sinks to knees, his face level with my thoroughly fucked pussy. He takes two of his fingers, catching his release running down my thighs, and pushes it back into me.
“Gah!” I moan, my internal walls clamping down on his fingers.
Leaving his fingers inside me, he presses his lips to my lower abdomen. “Hello, baby. I can’t wait for you to arrive.”
The man has me crying happy tears. I rub at my eyes, no longer caring about my makeup.
Chase carefully pulls his fingers from within me, standing to his full height. He takes my face in my hands and kisses me, deep and unhurried.
This world is full of surprises, good and bad. You never know what event will alter your course or how your decisions will impact your life until you’re on the path.
A year ago, I came to Colorado madder than a hornets’ nest knocked on the ground. Nothing prepared me for the likes of Chase—my caveman who traded in his loincloth for a biker’s cut. He was never part of my equation until he input himself in it, hell-bent on making me his.
When I look back on the months I spent fighting my attraction to this man who’s now my husband, I want to kick myself for delaying our happily ever after. Our differences were never the issue, only my pigheadedness for trying to make it an issue when it never was one at all.
Sometimes you just need to give in to temptation. You never know if it’ll bring you to the spot you were fated for with the one who loves you with all the force in the world.
And that is the tale of how the Hipster Biker won the heart of his White-Collar Queen.
CHAPTERFIFTY-NINE
TRENT
It’s been forty-eight hours since I fled California. After running from the hotel where Simone screwed me over in the worst way imaginable, I busted my cell and smartwatch before tossing them into the Sacramento River. It was no longer safe to keep anything on me that could track my location. Everything of importance stored on the devices, I memorized long ago.
Thankfully, I was able to avoid the authorities and made my way to my personal bank, where I had a safe deposit box. Fake passports and other documentation, along with a burner phone and decent stack of cash, were all I needed for escaping the states.
Paying for a bus ticket in cash, I made my way to the border and crossed into Mexico. Using my counterfeit passport, I hopped a flight to Sao Paulo. I may be exhausted and rumpled, but I’m free.
Safely hidden among the masses in Brazil, I check into the Palácio Tangará, an urban oasis hotel in the southern region of Sao Paulo, surrounded by the dense woods of Burle Marx Park. The lack of recreation creates a peaceful environment—something I desperately need as I regroup before moving forward to whatever destination I choose next.
From my hotel suite, I access the funds I took from the Oldani account and move it to an offshore bank in Singapore. I have more money than I’ll spend in a lifetime. I’ll be able to live a luxurious life among some of the wealthiest people in the world. But sadly, I’m alone, more alone than I’ve ever been in my lifetime. This affluent lifestyle is incomplete without the woman I love sharing it with me.
With nothing better to do, I wander the lush grounds of the resort, stopping to rest when I come to a vacant bistro table, isolated from all the rest on the veranda. Lost in my head, I stare across the manicured green lawns from where I sit, seeing nothing but the memory of gray storm-clouded eyes. My thoughts are thousands of miles away, where Simone carries on with her life.
