Page 52 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
She was a phenomenal mother despite everything she had gone through. She still had scars around her wrist and the scar on her thigh from that night, but she didn’t act as if it had changed her at all. She was the strongest woman I’d ever come across, and I was lucky to have her at my side.
“Come here, big guy. Let’s get you fed,” I said.
I picked my son out of his crib and instantly smelled the mess he had made. I set the bottle on the edge of the crib, preparing myself for the diaper that needed to be changed. No one doubted the fact that this child was mine. He looked like me, he was tall like me, and he was strong like me.
But his eyes. And his freckles. He got all of that from Harper.
Ryan ended up giving us his blessing, though I didn’t need it. After Harper recuperated in the hospital, I told him she was coming to live with me. I didn’t ask. I didn’t inquire. I told them the mother of my child was coming with me. I could keep her safe, I could keep her out of harm’s way, and I could be the man she needed me to be.
Ryan wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t give a shit.
“Wow, you really made a mess, didn’t you?” I asked.
Brian blew bubbles back at me as I reached for the baby wipes.
The DNA tests were done on the man I shot that night ended up revealing that the man who took Harper was a disgruntled employee of Ryan’s. He was supposed to help with the campaign until Ryan fired him to make room for Harper working, so he took his anger out on the girl who took his damn job. He was a pussy of the highest kind, and I was glad I’d shot him dead.
And as repayment for killing the man that took his daughter, Ryan made sure my ass was covered.
I sat down in the chair with my son and watched as he drank down his meal. He guzzled and slurped, eating like we didn’t feed him eight times a day already. He was going to be strong and big like me, which meant I needed to rake in all the money I could on jobs. We would need it in order to feed his appetite as he grew.
My family was safe. Because of our actions that night and the stance I took with Harper’s father, they were under my care now. I moved Harper in two months before she was due with our baby boy, and she had been here ever since.
And I took care of that beautiful body every damn night.
I put my baby boy on my shoulders and started to burp him. I bounced him until he fell asleep on my shoulder, then I laid him back in his crib. I was officially on baby duty tonight. That was the rule. Whoever got the first bottle got the rest of them for the night. It was how Harper and I were both getting sleep.
But now that her body was on my mind, I had different plans.
I closed my son’s door and stalked back to our bedroom. I opened the door and saw Harper lying there, her legs spread apart as she took up most of the bed. She was a massive bed hog, but I love that about her. I always had a part of her touching me throughout the night, and it gave me comfort that she was there.
Safe.
Breathing.
I walked over to the bed and slid her nightgown up over her body. My tongue descended on her thigh, tracing every stretch mark that had appeared upon her skin. Her body was a gold mine of stories to tell. Scars and stretch marks and a c-section scar that told an entire story of her life. I could hear her groaning, her body undulating into my lips as my tongue found that beautiful pussy of hers.
“Cade, I’m so tired,” she said sleepily.
“Then lay back and let me take care of you,” I said.
I drew patterns upon her pussy as her hands curled into my hair. I could feel my cock growing beneath my pants, but he would have to wait. This wasn't about me tonight. Not by a long shot. All I wanted was to praise the body of the woman that gave me my son.
I wanted to praise the body of the woman I loved.
“Don’t stop, Cade. Please. I’m so… so close.”
I pressed my tongue into her pussy and felt her fall over the edge. Her fluids dripped out from between her legs, falling upon my tongue as I drank her down. I kissed her up the body as she shook with her orgasm, then I pulled her close to me as her eyes fluttered closed.
“I love you, Harper,” I said into her skin.
“I love you, too, Cade.”
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Marco (The Bad Disciples MC #5)
by Savannah Rylan
Chapter 1
Marco
Hunter had just come into the therapy room, and like always, Kylie had dropped everything and run straight to him. Now that I was standing without help and walking with a barely noticeable limp on my prosthetic leg; I stood aside and watched them with a smile on my face and a shake of my head. When were these two going to tire of each other?
They’d been together for the past six months, and I had never seen my best friend, Hunter, happier before.
They were kissing and hugging, and behaving like a couple of starry-eyed school kids. When Hunter’s hands traveled from her neck to her waist, I decided that it was time to call it quits.
“Enough you two, this is a place of healing!” I called out from the other end of the room, loud enough for them to part. Kylie held on to Hunter’s hand as they walked together towards me. They were an unlikely couple. Hunter was a tatted up scruffy looking guy who was a member of an MC. Kylie was petite and kind-hearted and most importantly, a physical therapist. My physical therapist!
“Marco’s progress is remarkable,” she said as they approached me. Hunter was looking me up and down like a proud parent. It was like he couldn’t even believe that I was standing upright these days. He had spent the better part of the last year pushing me around in a wheelchair.
“You sound like I should feel sorry for myself,” I remarked, and Kylie’s cheeks flushed, and Hunter laughed.
“We’re just proud of you, Marco,” Hunter replied, and I waved a hand in the air.
“Yeah yeah, be proud all you like, you still owe me one,” I said and walked, still limping just a little bit, towards my bag on the gym floor. Even though I had successfully learned to walk naturally on my prosthetic by now, Kylie still wanted to keep me under observation. So, once a week, I was back at the VA where she conducted a series of physical tests on me.
I tried explaining to Hunter that I could start riding my bike or at least driving myself now, but he insisted on dropping and picking me up every week. I figured it was just an excuse for him to see Kylie. They fucking lived together!
“I owe you for what?” Hunter asked, with his arm tightly wound around Kylie’s shoulder.
“You two would have never met, not in a million years, if I hadn’t fucking lost my leg in Iraq,” I said with a laugh. I’d gotten over it a long time ago. I’d served my country, and I lost a leg to an IAD. Shit happens. At least I was alive. I knew good men, who had lost much more than a leg. Besides now, I was practically as good as new!
“I’ll see you at home, babe,” Hunter said, catching up with me as I walked towards the door.
“See you next week, Kylie!” I called out to her.
“I’ll see you over the weekend first when you have dinner with us,” she replied, and I turned around to smile at her. Hunter was hosting a dinner in his apartment. I let out a small laugh. Before Kylie, I don’t even think Hunter would know what hosting a dinner was. Kylie had changed his life in more ways than she even knew. Kylie’s son, Carter, a three-year-old sweet kid, had changed Hunter too. He behaved like a man with responsibilities these days.
We walked together out of the VA building and towards his car.
“Man, you really have to let me start driving again. Kylie says it’s okay too,” I said when I opened the door. Hunter walked around and sat down in the driver’s seat.
