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  Walking forward, I placed my hand on his unmarred shoulder, causing him to flinch at my touch.

  Once he regained control, I let my hand trail along his back.

  My belly pressed up against his spine, and our little girl rolled and flipped at the confined movement, causing Apple to relax even more.

  I let my fingers run along the scars that covered his left shoulder.

  It looked like something had come up and taken a huge bite out of the back of him.

  Although he was still muscular, his shoulder looked badly scarred and misshapen.

  You’d never be able to tell, though, from the front.

  He was still just as defined, muscularly, everywhere but there.

  In fact, if you weren’t actively looking for the mottled skin, it was likely no one would be able to see it at all.

  Especially with the clothes he wore.

  It was only now, with his shirt off and back exposed, that I could see it. I could see the real damage that’d almost taken his life.

  “You’re lucky,” I whispered.

  “I’m not lucky,” he said harshly. “This is sometimes worse than losing a limb. There are days that I want to hack off my arm because the pain gets so bad.”

  I let my belly press even further into his back as I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing my lips against his shoulder in a gentle kiss.

  “You’re here,” I whispered. “We have a baby on the way. I count that as lucky in my book.”

  His head dropped into his hands, and I leaned backward and shucked the sweatshirt from my body.

  The next thing to go was the t-shirt, then the shorts and panties.

  I kicked the boots off last, and then walked around the bed where he was sitting and stopped when my breasts met his head.

  My belly was poking against his chin, but he didn’t seem to mind.

  He lifted his hands to my stomach, and his head rested against my bare breasts, as he breathed in swiftly.

  My hands headed to his hair, where I worked my fingers gently through the long strands.

  The movement let my breasts play against his beard, and I had to actively stop myself from moving them on purpose.

  His hands skimmed away from my belly where they curved down and around to my ass.

  He then cupped it and spread my ass cheeks apart, letting my overheated core become exposed to the cool air.

  Then his hands sank in further until both sets of fingers were in between my lips.

  His head came up and, instinctively, I placed one breast against his mouth.

  He sucked it in between his lips, letting his tongue play along the turgid tip.

  “Ah, God,” I whispered, my body jerking in surprise.

  My breasts were beyond sensitive before, but now they felt like they were on steroids with the way I was responding to his ministrations.

  “I want to fuck you,” he whispered. “I want to bend you over that dresser, then shove my cock so far into your pussy that you feel it in your throat.”

  I moaned and pulled away from him.

  My breast left his mouth with a small sucking pop, and I smiled.

  His hands tightened on me, and I had to stifle a moan as two fingers slipped into my tight heat.

  “Let go,” I urged him gently.

  He did, letting his hands slip from the folds of my sex.

  I watched in stunned silence as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of my juices, like one would do after they’ve finished eating a delicious meal.

  Moaning in the back of my throat, I moved so that my back was against him, walking to the dresser where I braced my elbows on the edge of the wood and aimed my ass backwards toward him.

  “Come fuck me then,” I urged.

  His eyes flared and he stood up and started towards me.

  I watched him move, turning to face forward, delighting in the fact that I could see him in the mirror.

  His eyes were hard and demanding as he prowled towards me.

  His cock was bobbing, and his balls were swinging.

  I licked my lips and popped my ass out even further.

  The movement placed my breasts against the cool, rough wood.

  But I didn’t care.

  I was too focused on watching him fist his cock, working it in three rough pulls, causing a small drop of white fluid to leak out the end to bead up on his tip.

  My mouth watered as I watched him wipe it off with a finger, then bring that same finger to my lips.

  I licked the drop of pre-come off his finger, then sucked the entire thing into my mouth.

  “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, his cock jerking against my ass.

  He pulled his finger roughly away from me, taking a hold of my ass with both hands.

  Then without any aid at all, he guided his cock to my pussy and slowly sank inside.

  He filled me up so completely that I wanted to scream.

  “I want to hear you,” he ordered. “Let me know just how much you like having my cock filling you up.”

  I moaned and dropped my head, unable to watch him anymore.

  I was so close to coming that it wasn’t funny, but he didn’t like not having my eyes.

  Which was more than evident when he tugged on my hair and said, “Eyes.”

  I gave him my eyes, my breath coming out in pants.

  He moved his cock out of my pussy and then thrust back inside.

  The move was so slick that I knew he had to be completely saturated with my juices.

  I’d found, over many nights of masturbation, that I somehow became wetter since I’d become pregnant.

  The moment my fingers touched my clit, I was instantly ready.

  But this, with Apple, was different.

  I was almost embarrassed by the amount of fluid that was coming from my body.

  But he fucking loved it, seeing as he told me in the next instant.

  “I love how your pussy sounds taking my cock,” he growled, his jaw going hard as his eyes went down to where we were connected.

  I longed to see the sight, but seeing the rapture that flashed over Apple’s face was definitely just as good.

  “I wish I could have my mouth on you and cock in you at the same time,” he growled. “Taste you while I felt you around me all at once.”

  I moaned, my eyes going hooded, as I listened to him talk dirty to me.

  Paired with the way he was fucking me, I was fighting with everything I had not to come.

  “Don’t hold back,” he said, his eyes now on me.

  I shook my head.

  “I’m so close,” I gasped.

  “Then come. Give me you.”

  I gave him me.

  I came, hard.

  So hard that my eyes automatically closed to keep them from falling out of my head from the pressure that built up in my body.

  My pussy clamped down on him, and he ramped up the speed.

  His thighs hitting the backs of mine so hard that loud smacking sounds filled the room along with the sounds of my wet sex taking his big, hard cock.

  “Goddamn,” he growled. “Goddammit you feel so good. Like a fucking dream.”

  My mouth dropped open as a scream poured out of my mouth.

  His hands—one in my hair and on my ass—clenched, and his face closed down.

  Everything tightened. His jaw. His lips. His chest and abs.

  His eyes narrowed.

  Then he was filling me up, giving me everything that was him.

  It was agony and pure bliss at the same time.

  Another orgasm blindsided me, taking me back under with him.

  Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids.

  My legs collapsed, and Apple’s arms around my hips were the only things stopping me from hitting the floor.

  I opened my eyes and watched him watch me.

  His eyes taking in everything.

  My
nipples that were red and aggravated from rubbing along the rough wood.

  My cheeks were flushed from my orgasm.

  Then there was my hair.

  The ponytail it’d once been in was no more. It hung in a lopsided mess against the side of my head, and stray strands of hair fell down, framing my face.

  My lips were swollen.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he rasped, his eyes looking straight into mine.

  I felt a smile break out across my face.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Chapter 14

  We go together like fuck and you.

  -Kitt to Apple

  Apple

  “You’re buying my lunch, aren’t you?” Ridley asked.

  I tossed a look at him over my shoulder.

  “I don’t remember saying that,” I mumbled. “I’ll let you eat lunch with me, though.”

  Ridley snorted and took a seat, Wolf on the other side of me.

  “Saw the bust you got,” Wolf muttered as he brought his glass of milk closer to him.

  I turned my head to study him.

  “How’d you hear that already?” I asked.

  The bust had only happened this morning. Or what he was referring to as a bust.

  It was more like I caught two trappers being dumbasses, trying to kill alligators without having the proper licensing.

  “They had four dead gators in the back of their flat bottom. Shit like that seems to spread fast in a town like this,” Ridley added his two cents.

  “Fuck yeah,” I sighed in exhaustion.

  I’d stayed up late into the night talking to Kitt, and I’d had to be at work at six this morning.

  Staying up late was not conducive with a job that required you to get there early and stay late.

  “You should’ve heard this shit going over the police scanner,” Wolf chuckled. “I couldn’t tell whether you got a live alligator or not.”

  “Oh, one of them was alive,” I mumbled. “Had to go fucking release it, too. Couldn’t do it at the boat dock, meaning I had to take it, fucking alive, about ten miles downstream.”

  Wolf chuckled and I nodded to the waitress that brought me another drink.

  “You coming to the party tonight?” Ridley asked, taking a bite of his pie that the waitress had set down in front of him when I’d gotten my refill.

  “Have a fucking press conference this afternoon,” I mumbled tiredly. “I’ll see what it’s looking like timewise once I’m done with it.”

  “Kitt’s going,” Ridley said experimentally.

  I snorted.

  “I know. It’s a fucking baby shower for our kid,” I shot back. “Why wouldn’t I know?”

  He shrugged.

  “I thought you were trying to keep it secret that you spent the night with her, that’s all,” he said lightly.

  I turned only my head in his direction.

  “How do you know that I was spending time with her?” I mumbled.

  “Because I saw her sneak out of her room last night, then I followed her to your place,” he said lightly.

  I sighed.

  “She thinks she covered the camera. She didn’t find all the cameras, did she?” I asked carefully.

  He shook his head.

  “Put two in there,” he said.

  “She’s going to fucking kill you.”

  “She’ll never figure it out,” he shot back.

  I rolled my eyes.

  She would be finding out, especially after I told her

  “Can you take Kitt to her doctor’s appointment tomorrow?” I asked Ridley, getting off the subject of those cameras.

  “No,” he said. “I have to be in court at eleven, and I’m short two deputies.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose.

  As much as I hated to do it, I’d have to ask him to ask Capone.

  “You’ll have to ask Capone,” I said stiffly.

  Corey Capone was one of the deputies that worked with Ridley, and the man that’d been in the car the day I’d gone to see her at the hospital that first time.

  Overall, I supposed he was a nice guy.

  But I didn’t need a nice guy around Kitt.

  I already had my work cut out for me with her.

  I’d done a lot of soul searching over these last few months.

  I’d also spent quite a bit of time reflecting on my life, as well as seeing a man about my fucked up head.

  And what I’d found, I didn’t like.

  “So you are coming?” Wolf asked.

  I nodded. “I’m coming. Even if I fall asleep during it.”

  ***

  Five hours later, and one hour late, I parked my bike outside the clubhouse.

  The bottom half of my clothes were wet, my balls were chafing against the inside of my wet underwear, and I was in a shit mood.

  But I was here.

  My feet were dragging, mostly because they were tired, but also quite possibly due to the fact that my boots were waterlogged.

  “You’re late,” Peek stated the obvious, his accent thicker than usual.

  I looked up and felt my neck pop.

  My shoulder ached like a bitch, and I winced.

  “I had a mishap,” I admitted, gesturing to my wet clothes.

  Peek snorted.

  “You want to change your clothes?” He asked.

  I nodded.

  “Yeah,” I rumbled. “I’m goin’ around back.”

  Peek took a drag of his cigarette and nodded, watching me as I walked around the side of the house.

  Once I hit the back deck steps, I took them one at a time.

  My eyes stayed on the wooden beam beneath my feet and not where I was going, which was why I didn’t see her until I was less than a few inches from her.

  “Hey, Mary,” I said, shifting so I could move around her.

  Mary’s hand touched my cheek.

  “You look tired,” she said in that sultry tone she liked to use on any man she thought she could get something from.

  I jerked my face out of her hand and pushed around her, causing her to move or fall.

  She moved.

  “What’s gotten into you, darlin’?” She asked.

  I ignored her and headed to the back door, wincing when the sound of the ladies laughing pierced through my frontal lobe and lodged somewhere in my brainstem.

  This headache, paired with the fact that I had less than two hours of sleep, combined with the fact that I now had to go to a party with a bunch of giggling women put me in one hell of a bad mood.

  I stomped through the kitchen and went straight through to the back hallway, not even stopping to say hi to anyone, let alone Kitt.

  That was incredibly rude of me, but I thought if I stopped before I changed, I might very well collapse due to sensory overload.

  Finding the door to the spare room I’d been allowed to use occasionally when I first started prospecting, I froze solid when I saw what was on the bed.

  “Surprise,” Kitt said quietly from directly behind me.

  I didn’t turn around.

  I couldn’t.

  Not with the Uncertain Saints cut that was laying on my bed like some priceless artifact.

  I rubbed my fingers along the name on the breast.

  CORE.

  It was stitched in blood red with the word ‘member’ directly beneath it.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I breathed softly.

  “This is a double party,” Kitt said at my back. “You patching in, and a shower for our baby all rolled into one.”

  I closed my eyes and fisted the smooth leather, bringing it up to my face and inhaling the strong scent.

  “I’m proud of you,” she continued, sewing my ripped up heart back together, one word at a time. “And why are your pants wet?”

  I laughed and turned, surveying her.

  My head which, might I add, was stil
l pounding like a bitch, kicked once at the sight of her before me.

  “You look beautiful,” I whispered roughly.

  She grinned and turned around.

  “I’m just glad I was able to wear it. I bought it at the end of summer when they put all the winter stuff out. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to wear it before the baby came,” she twirled.

  I admired the black and white chevron maxi dress that trailed all the way down to her bare feet, and grinned.

  “You’re not wearing your boots,” I noticed.

  She lifted up her foot to rest on the chair beside her and I winced.

  “That’s not normal,” I told her.

  She looked down at her swollen foot.

  “According to my doctor, it’s completely normal. I was told to put my feet up, but I haven’t gotten the chance yet. I wanted this day to be perfect for you, too,” she admitted.

  I leaned forward and captured her hand, pulling her to me gently.

  She moved her foot back to the floor and came willingly, right into my open arms.

  A soft, hesitant knock sounded at the door, and both of us turned in time to see Mary peek through.

  Completely nude.

  “What. The. Fuck,” I barked, startling her.

  She looked freaked as her gaze bounced from me to Kitt and back.

  “I’m sorry!” She squeaked, backing out of the door just as fast as she came.

  “Who was that?” Kitt asked quizzically.

  She didn’t sound jealous. Just curious.

  And that made me even more happy that she was trusting me.

  Had the positions been reversed, I definitely wouldn’t have handled it was well as she had.

  “That’s Mary,” I said.

  “Ahhh,” she pursed her lips. “That’s the girl that keeps trying to get Ridley to let her come home with him.”

  I nodded.

  “She has no loyalty. Anyone that’ll look at her and tell her she’s pretty is good enough for her,” I remembered the first and only time I’d slept with her.

  And the thoughts must’ve shown on my face, because Kitt’s eyes narrowed dangerously at me.

  “What was that?” She stiffened, poking me in the chest just like she’d done the night before.

  I caught her hand before that damn fingernail could poke me again, and I pulled her into me.

  “Ewww,” she winced, pushing away from me. “You smell like a wet fish.”