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“Fuck, yeah. You buck ass carrying my kid in your belly. Sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You always say the right thing even though I know its bullshit.”
“No bullshit, just truth.” He silenced her with his lips and when she moaned into his mouth his dick sprang to attention. His brain was cluttered with bullshit but a simple kiss from his woman and the damn thing was begging for more. Fuck, who was he kidding, getting deep inside Mandy was the best ever.
She pulled away from the kiss, their faces only inches apart. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yeah babe, why you keep asking me that?” Best offense was a defense, right?
“Lately you seem so distracted. When the guys came over the other night you basically sat in a corner drinking your beer. You’re usually the life of the party and I’m the quiet one.”
“Got a lot on my mind with the baby coming.” He kept his voice light and casual. “Want you two to have everything you need.”
“I love this house and the pool and what you’ve done for Achilles and my mom, it doesn’t mean anything if you’re not happy.”
“Not happy? Shit, babe I’ve got the sweetest woman in my corner, and our kid on the way. What’s not to be happy about?”
Okay, sell it but don’t go overboard.
“I don’t want you thinking you have to do all this for me or my family. We’ve gotten along without before and we would get along without again. The last thing I want is for us to become one of those people who’s drowning in debt to keep up a certain lifestyle.”
Too late.
“Having you and our baby is enough for me and if all this ever gets too much, I want you to tell me.” She stroked his cheek. “Promise?”
“Of course, but I don’t want you worrying about shit.”
Right, cause he was fuckin’ worried enough for both of them.
Her soft lips nipped at his throat, then traveled down to his collarbone. Unbelievably his dick got harder and when her hand slid down to palm him he had to recite the passcode of the bedroom safe to keep from blowing apart.
“Fuck, you’re not playin’ fair.”
“And when has the outlaw biker ever played fair? Most times you use these hormones surging through me to your benefit,” she teased around a sexy smile. “Taking advantage of a horny pregnant woman with cravings for pizza smothered in anchovies.”
“I think it’s more you taking advantage of me. Shit, I barely get through the door and you got my jeans undone, five seconds before you slip my dick in your mouth.”
“You’re complaining.” She reared up away from him and he caught her by the back of the neck.
“Never complain about your mouth on me. Best fuckin’ part of my day.”
Mamba flipped onto his back taking her with him. “Now, get up here and ride my cock.” He pulled at the hem of her voluminous nightshirt until he had it up and over her head. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”
Her already magnificent breasts had grown at least two sizes and now rested on her swollen belly. He smoothed his hands over her thighs egging her forward until her center sucked him in. She stayed still for a few glorious moments then wiggled her hips taking more of him, taking all of him.
She braced her palms on his abs and began a slow grind building in momentum with every thrust. The sight of her eyes sliding shut and her hair covered half her face only made his dick harder, but when her plush lips parted in a low moan, he fuckin’ lost it. Grabbing onto her hips he pulled her tight against him bucking from underneath so hard the bed shimmied off the wall. He slammed her down then arched his back and did it again—over and over panting harder than when he was hitting the speed bag.
Mandy bent forward, her fingers gripping his shoulders holding on for dear life until she threw her head back and howled at the ceiling. Yup, his girl fuckin’ howled during sex like a wild she-cat. The howl ended in a grunting pant two seconds before her body collapsed over him. He pushed up into her one, two, three more times until he exploded. Swear to fuck little sparks of light flashed before his eyes.
They laid still for a long few minutes, their panting breaths the only sound. When an ounce of strength returned to Mamba, he swept her hair away from her face and eased her to his side yanking up the sheet against the blast of air conditioning. Mandy shifted until she wedged her belly into his side, her head cradled against his shoulder—exactly where she belonged.
6
After a long day of torturing himself with his own thoughts, Mamba pulled his bike into the parking lot of Club Wicked—Where Fantasy Becomes Reality. Great tagline for a strip club, but Wicked was way more than your average strip joint. The Serpents had Ecstasy and it was upscale compared to most of the Downtown dives, but it was way smaller than Wicked.
Supposedly, Samson and his friend Nick started out in a beat to shit place in Brooklyn that’s main purpose was washing money for the local mob boss. Said mob boss put Samson and Nick in charge and in less than a year they transformed it into one of the premier clubs in Brooklyn.
After some back and forth bullshit, they broke away from the mob boss—kinda—and opened up their own club in Manhattan, the first Club Wicked. After that, it was full steam ahead, and when they hit Vegas, they did it up big. Now, they denied their mob ties—real-life wise guys who most people thought only existed in the movies, but anybody who said the mob wasn’t in Vegas anymore, didn’t know Vegas.
