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“Nah, I wanted to hang with Dad instead.”
Mac smiled down at him. “That’s my boy.”
Watching how the eleven-year-old tried to emulate his father and Kian made me smile. As much as I enjoyed seeing Kian with Cat’s daughter Opal on my first day here, seeing him interact with Dane now hit me a little harder—but in the best way possible.
My reaction was probably because there hadn’t been anything between us when we had sex, which meant that I could already be pregnant. Especially with how much come he’d stuffed me with. It had been dripping down my thighs before he’d washed me with a warm, damp cloth. Since we hadn’t known each other long—and had spent most of that time texting each other while he was gone—I most likely should’ve been appalled by the risk I’d taken. Instead, I found myself too easily picturing Kian as the father of my children.
“You doing okay, sweet girl?” Kian asked.
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Bridget sent me a knowing look, and I remembered the meet-cute story she’d shared with me. And how little time passed between when Mac kidnapped her and when she got pregnant with Molly.
Her life turned out amazing, so if Kian had already knocked me up, I hoped mine would too. With all the wild things that happened when so many of the other Silver Saints couples met, my story seemed mild in comparison. The only thing that really stood in our way now was my dad’s situation with his bookie and the fact that I was supposed to be headed back to college soon.
But now that I found Kian and had fallen for him, I was pretty sure that I had decided what to do about school. Although education was important to my mom, all she ever wanted was for me to be happy. And being with Kian gave me more joy than I’d felt in a long time. The possibility of spending the rest of my life with him—and raising a family—filled me with excitement while the thought of returning to school only left me feeling anxious. Especially since it meant being away from Kian.
10
“Fuck, yes, sweet girl. Ride me, take me deep. Fuck!”
“Oh, Kian! Yes!”
Tessa’s head dropped back, and her long auburn hair tickled my thighs as she bounced on my dick. I cupped her big tits, filling my hands and massaging them while I bucked my hips to meet her every time she dropped.
Her pace increased, and I pinched her nipples, making her cry out as her movements became wild and frantic. She looked like a goddess above me, and if I hadn’t been so consumed with passion, I might have taken a second to revel in awe that she belonged to me.
But at that moment, I couldn't focus on anything except her pussy clutching my dick like it never wanted to let go…and my determination to knock her up. I grasped her hips and slammed her down onto my cock a few more times before she exploded with a scream that rang off the walls.
I roared her name as I followed her over the edge, and my body convulsed with the strength of my climax.
“You are so fucking sexy, baby,” I breathed as I stared at her gorgeous, naked body sitting astride mine.
She fell onto my chest as if she had no energy to hold herself up. I knew exactly how she felt. But even if I’d been able to move, I didn’t want to. I held her close, my dick still sheathed in her channel, keeping as much of my come as possible from leaking out.
I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, and it began to slow, becoming in sync with mine.
“I could say the same about you,” she panted.
A smile stretched across my face, and I hugged her before rolling us over so she was on her back. “Tell me you’re mine, sweet girl.”
Tessa giggled, probably because it was a frequent demand of mine. “I’m yours, Kian.”
“Fucking right,” I agreed. “And I want every motherfucker who looks at you to know it.”
She laughed and hugged me tightly. “I’m not getting your name tattooed on my forehead, Kian,” she muttered teasingly. I’d joked about it a few times, although I did love the idea of my name inked on her silky skin somewhere on her body.
However, that wasn’t a big enough statement to warn away other men.
Forcing myself to leave her perfect warmth, I withdrew—smirking when she whimpered in protest—and climbed off the bed. I padded over to the closet where someone had hung my present for Tessa. First, I reached up to the top shelf and retrieved the surprise I’d brought back a couple of days ago. I put it in the vest pocket before removing it from the hanger. Then I shut the door and made my way back to the bed, holding the cut at my side. Once I was standing next to it, I crooked my finger at my woman. “C’mere, sweet girl.”
She hadn’t quite gotten over her shyness in the bedroom—despite her uninhibited behavior once she lost herself to our passion—so she wrapped the sheet around her before scooting to the edge of the bed.
I held out my hand, and she took it, letting me help her to her feet. Then I grabbed the sheet and yanked, ripping it away from her. She gasped and moved to cover herself, but I glared at her until she dropped her hands to her sides. “Don’t hide your body from me, Tessa,” I growled. “You’re mine, and when I want to see your sexy body, you will show it to me. Mine.”
Her cheeks bloomed with pink, but the corners of her mouth lifted, and she nodded.
“I want you to wear this, sweet girl.” I held up the leather vest, first showing her the back, which was taken up by the Silver Saints patch, along with the words, “Property of Phantom.”
