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Leah – 5 weeks later – 35 weeks pregnant
I smile when I feel my baby move and rub my hand over my now larger bump. I can't believe I've lasted this long, and everything is going well. Only three more weeks, and we'll meet our boy. Sarah believes a planned c-section is the best way forward, so that's what we're doing. Now, if only she'd stop flirting with my man, then everything would be perfect.
I'm sitting at the bar at Untamed Fire going over the books for Lucas and Slicer, and my smile widens at the progress the club, Lucas, and I have made with our relationships. Things haven't been easy; I am still a little skittish and uneasy with the men and their women, but the club has been good to me these past few weeks. I haven't fully forgiven them for their treatment of me over the years. I mean, I thought of them as family until I needed to swap my days and I realized they didn't see me the same way, but they're trying, and I'm trying too, not only because I do love Lucas with everything in me and have done since our eyes first connected, but because they are my baby's family.
It's something I never had growing up and something I want my boy to cherish.
Things with Lucas are improving as well; we're talking more and being honest with each other. Every day we tell each other one new thing the other didn't know, like how I took a math test for Sophie in 8thgrade and how he 'accidentally' played hisparent's sex tape to the whole club when he was 15, after his dad had grounded him for letting Ink tattoo him, making him miss Slicer's birthday party.
Accident, my ass.
I still have my down days when memories pop up with him with other women being shoved in my face or when some of the women vandalized my rust bucket over the years, playing in my mind like a movie, but Star's helping me through it all. She still calls me three times a week and messages whenever she can; she's become my rock, and I hope she comes back for Dagger's wedding. I bring it up as much as I can, and I think I'm slowly convincing her. Well, I hope I am, which Flame is very grateful for; the mountains of muffins he shows up with every day are proof of that.
I start to go over the order numbers, tallying them all up and making sure they match with the delivery reports when Lucas comes back to mind. For five weeks, he's been attentive and quite frankly amazing. After he stormed into my flat and we made love several times, he helped me pack up my rust bucket and followed me all the way back to the clubhouse, where he then proceeded to empty my car completely before throwing the keys to a relieved and smiling Shane, who then went and scrapped it, which then caused me to swing for Lucas, which only made him chuckle and me growl before he then proceeded to carry me upstairs and make love to me again and again, owning my body, my heart, and my fear of penetration, helping me through the trauma I've been through all while making me forget he scrapped my car. He's amazing when we become intimate; he's careful and considerate, always knowing how to keep me calm.
Last night in his tub comes to mind, making me smile wider.
I've just gotten in the bath, and, oh yes, it doesn't matter how many times I climb in this thing, I sink with a sigh. I'd live in it if I could, so flipping good. I lay my head back, closing my eyes as the bubbles surround me, when I hear a clearing of the throat. I open my eyes to see Lucas leaning against the dark wooden door frame, his eyes taking me in, and I smile.
"Are you going to just stand there and watch, or are you going to join me?"
He smirked before pushing off the frame. He hangs his cut up, placing it on the door, before removing his black t-shirt. He kicks off his boots, then his jeans and boxers, and I sit up, moving forward so he can climb in behind me all while I keep my eyes on his amazing body. He's a work of art, body full of tattoos from lion heads to tribals, then there's his club symbol while his muscles showcase with each step he takes.
As soon as he's in position, I lean back, placing my head on his chest while his arms wrap around me, his hands cupping my bump, making our boy move, and I smile, placing my hands over his. I feel him place his face into the crook of my neck.
"I love you, Angel."
Tears build up in my eyes; I haven't said it back yet. It's not that I don't feel the same way; I do; I'm just not ready to say it, and he understands; he's being patient with me.
I feel him kiss my neck, making my body shiver as his hands move up my body, cupping my breasts before lightly rubbing his thumbs over my nipples, making them peak.
"Turn around, baby." He raps in my ear.
I listen, and I sit forward before he helps me turn in his arms, so I'm straddling him, his large cock rubbing against my pussycat, and I tense.
Dammit.
For five weeks, we've been having sex, yet I still panic at penetration. He just smiled at me before leaning forward, kissing my lips lightly, lifting me by my hips a little, and placing the head of his cock at my entrance.
"It's just you and me, Angel."
I nod, running my fingers over his crest tattoo on his right peck, before I see one on his left side, right near his heart, that I haven't noticed before. Using the tip of my finger, I gently trace the letters of my name, making tears fall from my eyes, and I look at him with questions swimming around. He gently lowers me onto his member, pushing the head into me and penetrating me while distracting me with his words.
"I got that the day I met you. I knew you'd be mine, always. It didn't matter that I thought you belonged to another; my heart and soul had connected with yours."
I sniffle before leaning forward, kissing him with passion and making him groan before slamming me down onto him as he thrusts up. I don't tense; I just kiss him harder. I may not be able to say the words yet, despite knowing it's true, but I can show him. I lift my hips myself before lowering them and then swiveling them.
We continue this for a while, and we make love.
My arms are tightly around his neck while he has one hand splayed on my spine while the other trails down our bodies between us before he finds my clit. He presses down on it hard before pinching it, and I spasm around his member, making him groan before pinching my clit again. I see stars as my stomach tightens, and I cum, squeezing him tightly. He thrusts up one, two, three, up to eight more times before cumming inside me, placing his face in the crook of my neck, gently sucking me there, and I smile as he rasps.
"You're my heaven, baby."
I'm brought back to the bar when my phone dings, and I look at it, thinking it's Lucas despite only being in his office, but instead it's a text message from my advisor regarding my results from the bar exam, and I freeze, reading and rereading the words.
Marcy – Congratulations! You passed; 305.
My heart jumps into my throat.
