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Tiny specks start entering my vision as the orgasm that’s going to tear through me starts taking hold. “Don’t stop,” Mads begs.
Oh, I won’t. Pushing up on my knees, I enter her so deep, feeling her walls clamp down, her body stiffening instantly. Then I buck, pounding into her like a man possessed. I’m out of control, fucking her hard and fast. Lost in her.
“Yes!” she screams, and she shatters, wave after wave of her release coming out in shakes, cries and moans.
It takes me, watching her stumble over the edge into her pleasure. I grunt with one last thrust of my hips, then a roar rumbles from my chest, my fingers pinching her skin further onto me. “Fuck, Mads.” I spill, filling her with my load, admiring her as my hips slowly come to a stop.
I’m spent. She’s spent. I collapse to the bed behind her, pulling her into my arms, spooning her. I nestle in, and she frees her hands, holding my arm around her. She holds me tight, like she’s never going to let me go. I don’t want her to. Ever.
After breakfast, we drop Lauren off in town to meet her friends, then I take Mads for the first part of the day I have planned. This family life, driving her around. I love it. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t itching to get out on my bike. I need to put some miles on her. See whether Lauren’s fine tuning has helped keep the old girl in shape.
“Where are we going?” Mads asks.
I take her hand, pulling her into my side. “We need baby things, don’t we?” The way she looks at me, I see her eyes mist, the emotion taking hold of her.
My phone pings, and I quickly check the message, smiling to myself. “This seems like a good place to start,” I muse, rounding the entrance to the massive shop filled to the brim with baby paraphernalia. It’s mind blowing to say the least. “They look likethey can help, too.”
Mads’ mum and Jess are both stood waiting for us. They beam at Mads when they see her.
Mads’ hand tightens in mine.
Jess was shocked when I called her last night after Mads left the clubhouse. She bombarded me with the questions I’m sure Mads is desperate to also ask. I ignored them all. More importantly, she filled me in on Mads not being able to do anything like this without me here. It stung, adding to the growing list of things Mads hasn’t done whilst I was inside. It also adds to my decision not to tell her what’s really going on.
I need her focused on my baby.
Jainey, whose locked gaze on me suggests she really has some issues, steps closer to us.
“Why’s my mum staring at you like that?” It appears it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Probably because I shouldn’t be here.”
Mads’ head drops, making me feel shit for pointing out the obvious.
“Babe.” I stop, forcing her to turn towards me. “It’ll be okay.” She doesn’t look at me. I take her chin, holding her still. “I promise.” I kiss her gently, then turn her, walking her towards her family.
We walk up and down every aisle at least twice. I liked the first buggy we chose. The first cot we picked out. But Jess makes sure we’ve measured, tested and checked every item. Looking at Mads, I see her happiness, her face beaming. And that’s what keeps me going.
My phone rings from in my pocket. “Hello,” I answer, catching Mads look up at me. I give her a smile, stepping out of ear shot to take the call. “What is it?”
“You picked your man?”
“My man?” I answer Jack.
“The man you trust to bring into this?”
I sigh rubbing the bridge of my nose. “Yeah,” I say confidently. There’s only one man in my mind. I know he’s going to hate every second of it, especially when I tell him I want out.
“Meet me today.” He doesn’t ask me.
“I can’t today.” Last thing I want to do is upset Mads on the day I promised I’d give her all of me. I’m already walking a tightrope, needing to meet Lauren in a short while, but it will be worth it.
“I need to know I can trust your man,” Jack says sternly.
I balk, taken aback by his statement. “Really? My trust, that’s what you need to check.” There’s anger in my tone as I force the words out, trying to keep my voice down.
“Don’t be so precious, Deano. I want to make sure, that’s all.” So black and white. Detached.
End game. Remember the end game. I look down spotting the tiniest pair of shoes. Why does a baby need shoes? I gingerly look up, not seeing Mads. “I need to know.”
