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  He slipped a hand beneath my robe, and up my thigh. “That’s my good girl. No underwear.” He grinned salaciously, his fingers sliding over my smooth pussy.

  Jesus, just like that, and I was wet. Maybe I could wait, put off telling him, and delight in this first. I wanted to shut it out. I wanted it to go away, this thing that could shatter our relationship.

  He slipped an expert finger beneath my folds, finding my hard nub. “Fuck, so wet, babe,” he rasped.

  “Only for you, Ryder,” I murmured.

  “God, that makes me so fucking hard for you, babe.”

  I giggled. “I know.” I loved how I could unravel him so easily.

  “Minx.” He grinned as he slid two fingers inside me, readying me for his cock. The dressing gown slipped open, revealing my breasts. Ryder sucked in a breath, as if he’d never seen them before, and took pleasure in gazing at me. It never got old.

  “Fuck babe, what you do to me—” He groaned as he leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He sucked until I was moaning, pushing up against him like a wanton slut, riding his fingers inside me.

  “Free me. Fuck me.” His voice rumbled from deep within his chest.

  I leaned back just enough for me to undo his belt and zipper, digging into his jeans to find the treasure. I was rewarded with a thick, hot cock throbbing in my hand.

  I straddled him, lifting myself to the tip of his cock, my legs trembling with anticipation. He reached between us and grabbed hold of his erection and shoved it inside me unceremoniously by bucking his hips upwards as he pushed me down onto him. I cried out as I took him, riding his cock hard and fast, my tits jiggling in his face, his fingers digging into my ass.

  “Fuck, baby. Fuck.” He was on the edge. His eyes rolled back in his head before he closed them, fighting his release. His voice was hoarse, out of control. His eyes flew open and he stared into mine. I wondered if my pupils were as dilated as his. “Come on my dick. Now.”

  I made a whimpering sound as I came apart. Ryder pulled my hair backward, exposing my throat, then sucked my skin into his mouth. I’d carry his mark on my neck for days.

  “Jesus. You make me come so fucking hard,” he grunted as he pumped into me, biting into the skin on my shoulder. Mark number two.

  He glared at me, his eyes wild. “Mine. Forever. You are fucking mine. Don’t ever forget it, Princess.” He kissed the spots on my skin that were still throbbing from the delicious pain he had just inflicted on me.

  “Yes.” I closed my eyes. Would he still say that once I told him?

  God, please let him keep on loving me. Forever.

  Chapter Twenty-Four — Jade

  “Ryder?”

  “Yeah, Princess?”

  I closed my eyes. God, I loved when he called me Princess. Would this be the last time I heard him say that?

  “I have something to tell you—”

  “Let me guess. You wanna tell me you love me hard. Yeah?” He grinned from ear to ear, so adorable that my heart squeezed in my chest.

  “Yes. I love you. So much it hurts,” I breathed.

  He quirked an eyebrow. “That’s not it, though. There’s something else?”

  “Yes.” My lower lip started trembling, so I bit into it to still it.

  With his finger under my chin, he lifted my face to his. “Jade. Talk to me,” he coaxed, his voice low and serious. “You’re worrying me now. What’s wrong?”

  “I . . . um. . . you have to understand . . . I never meant for this to happen.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Honestly.”

  “Fucking spit it out,” he ordered.

  “Okay.” I sucked in a deep breath. Oh God, please don’t let him be angry. I opened my eyes and stared straight into his. He didn’t blink. “You . . . um . . . I . . . I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. All the air whooshed from my lungs. The room was closing in on me, making it harder to breathe.

  Ryder stiffened. His face paled. For the first time since I met him, I couldn’t read his expression. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Fuck.

  “Christ.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Jade, are you sure?” His voice, like his face, gave nothing away.

  I bit my lip. “Yes.” My gaze searched his face. I needed a clue. What is he thinking?

  His voice hitched. “I’m going to be a daddy? Really?”

  I nodded.

  “Fuck.”

  My eyes widened as I stared at him. Not the word I wanted to hear. I held my breath, waiting for his next reaction as he processed my revelation.

  “I mean, that’s the most wonderful thing . . . that’s ever happened to me. Besides you, of course.” His grin was so wide I thought it would break his face.

  I blinked. “Really?”

  “Really.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. Then he pulled me up from the sofa, lifting me off the floor and swinging me around like I was a feather.

  “It's fucking amazing. A little Ryder. Or Jade. Fuck. Amazing.”

  He was laughing, yet his eyes were watery.

  “So . . . are you happy? I was . . . so scared—”

  “Of course I'm happy! Why were you scared?”

  I scrunched up my nose. “We never spoke about kids. And from what you said about your mother—you once said it was cruel to bring kids into the world. I wasn’t sure you wanted any.”

  His face fell for a moment as he thought about my words. “Mmmm. That’s true. I never wanted kids. I never wanted another human to go through what Max and I experienced. But—” He fell silent, his jaw working hard as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

  “But?” I breathed, waiting for him to continue.

  “But with you . . . my Princess, it will be perfect. We will show our child so much love. She will never doubt how wanted she is.”

  My breath hitched. “She?”

  “Yeah. I want an exact replica of you. She will be just as beautiful . . . as smart . . . and as feisty. Mini you.”

  “Ha ha. You’re funny. And what if it's a boy?” Truth be told, I was rooting for a ‘mini me’ of Ryder.

  “Then the world is in trouble.” He laughed. “Big trouble.”

  He kissed me, long and hard, showing me just how delighted he was with the news. Stunned, I kissed him back, happy that it had been so easy to tell him. I definitely didn’t expect this reaction.

  He pulled away and narrowed his eyes at me. “Babe, not that I’m complaining . . . but, I thought you were on the pill? How did this happen?”

  I chewed my lip. At first when I’d missed my period, I didn’t think it was that strange because I was irregular. But then two things happened which were a first for me: I fell asleep at my desk during lunch breaks and secondly, the smell of raw meat turned my stomach. One of my favorite stories as a kid was when Mom had told me she’d had this happen to her when she was pregnant with me, so I suspected that I might be too. After three home tests all showing up positive, I was still in denial. Finally I’d gone to the doctor. She’d put the pieces of the puzzle together.

  “Remember how I got sick on the plane to New York?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. That was awful.”

  “Vomiting on the plane . . . I’d simply thrown the contraceptive up along with my breakfast.”

  His eyes widened. “And of course, we had sex just a few hours after when we arrived at Max’s place—”

  “Exactly.” I nodded. “But I could’ve been pregnant already before we went to New York. Maybe that’s what brought the nausea at my parents house too.”

  He sucked in a breath and went pale.

  “What?” I asked, eager to get back to kissing.

  “Babe. You just rode my dick like a slut. Deep. Hard. Is . . . is that okay? The baby—” His eyes had widened, concern etched on his face.

  Playfully, I slapped his arm. “Slut? Damn right, biker boy,” I teased. His expression was so serious, I had to put him out of his misery. “But there is nothing to worry about. We can’t hurt the baby.” I took his han
d and placed it on my stomach. “The baby is only six weeks old. It's the size of a peanut.”

  “So . . . Peanut is okay?” he asked, wonder and awe in his voice. He stroked over my stomach, which was still totally flat. For now.

  “Yes. All Peanut can feel now is the love we have for him.”

  He chuckled. “Peanut is a girl.”

  “No, Peanut is a boy. My mini Ryder,” I countered.

  “Babe, I’m not sharing you with any other guy. Peanut has to be a girl. I'm not having another boy suck my nipples.”

  “Ryder. You’re being silly. A baby boy suckles as innocently as a baby girl. You know that.”

  “Yeah, I do. I'm kidding. I know my boy will take good care of his mom. But I still want a girl.” He fell to his knees and opened my robe. He pressed his lips to my flat stomach. “Hear that, Peanut?”

  I ruffled his hair, laughing. “It will be what it will be. And we will love Peanut all the same.”

  He looked up at me, a wicked glint in his eyes. “We will. But in the mean time, I need more of you, of sucking those glorious tits.”

  His hand slipped between my thighs, stroking the inside of my legs, brushing against my pussy until my knees felt like jelly. “I like making babies. We should keep going.” He pulled me down to the floor. “Right now we’re going to celebrate with my dick deep inside you. Practicing for Peanut’s brother or sister.”

  His eyes were on fire. I'd never seen Ryder this happy. I wanted to bottle this moment so that I could remember it forever.

  Chapter Twenty-Five — Ryder

  “It's okay, babe, I’m here.” I held Jade’s hair back as she wiped her face with the damp towel I’d passed her. I didn’t understand why they called it morning sickness when she was sick at all hours of the day. She was pale and her face drawn, a light sweat covering her skin. I pulled her into my arms. She trembled against me.

  “I wonder when it will go away?” she groaned.

  Rubbing her back in small circles seemed to settle her, and her breathing slowed as she leaned against me. My girl was worn down; bouts of round-the-clock nausea and vomiting had left her exhausted.

  “I read on Google it should pass when you get to about three months, babe. That’s only two more weeks. Hang in there, ‘kay?” Whoever said that women were the weaker sex needed to be shot—or at least, corrected. Since the time Peanut was six weeks old until now, Jade had been miserable, spending more time in the bathroom than anywhere else in the house.

  Luckily this bathroom had exceptional views over the ocean. Because the house faced the water, it had floor-to-ceiling windows with one-hundred-and-eighty-degree vistas to the horizon. The tiles were cool, so we sat like that for a long while, looking out of the window as she caught her breath and waited for her queasiness to pass.

  I held a glass of water to her lips, watching her take small sips to rehydrate her body. I rose from the floor and scooped her into my arms. She was lighter than she had been a few weeks ago. If only she could keep something down. Tea and toast was about all that would settle in her stomach.

  Laying her gently on the bed, I drew the covers over her, then sat at the end of the mattress and massaged the soles of her feet, one by one. She sighed appreciatively, so I kept going till I felt her relax completely.

  “Close your eyes, babe. Just enjoy.” A shudder ran through her body as she released the tension. At least I could help her feel a little better—I'd felt so helpless when she heaved, wishing I could take her place so that she didn’t have to go through it.

  Her soft rhythmic breathing was a sure sign that she had drifted into sleep, so I went off to the kitchen to make her something to eat. At least I knew how to make tea and toast.

  Twenty minutes later, she smiled weakly when I brought the tray into the bedroom and sat next to her, feeding her wholegrain toast with just a scraping of Vegemite that Rebecca had brought from Australia. The black vegetable paste tasted vile to me, but Jade didn’t seem to mind it, saying she’d learned to enjoy it as a kid when she visited her cousins in Melbourne. She liked that it reminded her of her visit there and her family.

  “I don’t really know how you can eat that stuff,” I said, screwing up my nose as she took small bites and chewed slowly.

  “I should take you to Australia some time. We could visit my aunt and cousins. Rebecca’s sisters are living in her apartment while she is in Europe. I'm sure Chloe and Lily would love to meet you . . . and Peanut.” She smiled, her strength already returning.

  Wiggling my eyebrows, I chuckled. “Yeah, babe, seems that’s the only way I’m going to get down under these days.”

  She smiled. “Oh baby, have I been starving you lately?” Since the morning sickness hit her, we hadn’t had half as much sex as we usually did. Of course I didn’t complain, but I missed it.

  “It's okay, I’ll live. I know you’ll make it up to me,” I joked.

  She swatted my arm. “Men. So preoccupied with your dicks. Should I remind you that it's your cock that got me into this condition, Mr. Sexy Biker?”

  “Ohhh, that sounds sexy. Say it again.”

  “What? Dick or cock?” she asked, trying to act all innocent.

  “No, silly, Mr. Sexy Biker . . .”

  “Ha, ha, and what’s more, I'm now ready for my big bad biker to have me down under. You feed me, I feed you.” She winked.

  My Princess was getting better, but I couldn’t expect that from her, even if I was having the worst case of blue balls in my life. I'd never gone this long without pussy; four weeks was an all-time record for me.

  I shook my head. “No. Rest. All I need is for you and Peanut to be healthy and happy.”

  She sucked in a breath. “Are you saying no to what I’m offering because I’m getting fat and ugly?” Her bottom lip was quivering. If she didn’t look so adorable and so sad, I would have laughed at her ridiculous question.

  “Oh babe, you have no idea how sexy you are with your little bump, do you? I struggle to keep my hands off you at all times, because I can see how miserable you feel. But if I had my way—” My voice was all hoarse.

  “Then do it. I want you too. Thinking about it now, I'm horny as hell, baby.” She looked at me from under her lashes in that feminine way that women just instinctively know drives men wild.

  I chuckled, already feeling my cock rising. “Yeah? So what do you want me to do to you?”

  “I want you to eat my pussy. Please. I need to come,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink. I loved her honesty and how she knew what she wanted. It turned me on, every fucking time. As if to ensure that I didn’t change my mind, she wriggled on the bed, removed her panties, and threw them at me.

  “Evidence that I'm already wet for you, baby.” She giggled.

  I caught the panties mid-air and put them to my face, inhaling deeply. Oh yeah. The musty smell of her sex lingered in my nostrils, making my cock hard as granite.

  “Fuck, babe. I'm so hard now. What are you doing to me?” I rasped, still not sure this was the right thing to do.

  “Don’t be a pussy, Ryder. Come eat it instead, like a real man.” She laughed as she opened her legs wide so I could see all of her.

  I growled as I crawled between her legs and dove right in. She tasted so sweet I couldn’t get enough once I started. I licked and sucked and nibbled, and the way she writhed and moaned told me she loved it just as much. She gripped my hair when my tongue fucked her pussy, arching her back so I could go deeper. With a shudder she screamed my name, panting as she came in my mouth.

  She held my head in place, keeping me there. Thirsty for more of her, I kept lapping her creaminess as wave after wave hit her.

  “Oh, Ryder, baby . . . so good . . . so good,” she whimpered.

  Finally I crawled up her body and kissed her. It made me happy to give her so much pleasure. She deserved it after all that she had been through.

  “What about you, baby?” she whispered as I kissed her neck. That was why I loved her as much as I d
id—she always cared about pleasuring me as well.

  I smiled. “You get to watch. I know how you love it.”

  I pulled off my jeans and lay on the bed next to her. I spread coconut oil between my hands to warm them and watched her face. Her eyes widened as she licked her lips that were still swollen from my kisses. Stroking myself, slowly, all along the shaft, I looked into her eyes. They were filled with love and wonder, making my heart burst with pure joy. It was sexy as hell having her watch me as my palms moved faster and faster, fisting harder and harder. I loved that we could stare at one another, getting lost in each other’s eyes.

  “Baby, I fucking love you,” I shouted as her tongue slipped out of her mouth and swept her lips, and just that one small, sexy-as-hell action made my balls contract and my cum squirt into the air.

  “Ryder. Love you too, baby. So much,” she murmured as moments later she came to lie on my chest, pulling the blanket over us.

  She cuddled into me, her softness molding perfectly into my hardness. Planting a soft kiss into her hair, I sighed, content and at peace. Nothing on earth could be better than this—lying with my woman in my arms, safe and secure, our baby in her belly.

  Chapter Twenty-Six — Jade

  Only three short weeks later, at thirteen weeks, the dreaded morning sickness had left and I felt a hell of a lot better. Ryder had taken such good care of me that I’d even put on weight. Suddenly I had a voracious appetite, and Ryder teased me that Peanut was like a hungry caterpillar, because I craved the strangest things at the strangest times—like bacon and banana toasted sandwiches, or toast with peanut butter and jelly and cheese. Not to even mention salted caramel: anything salty and sweet drove me crazy.

  Squealing with delight as I opened the box, I wanted to do a happy dance when I saw the contents. “Look what Chloe and Lily sent me from Australia.”

  Ryder peered into the box, curious about what had excited me this much. It was a box full of salted caramel Tim Tams, famous chocolate-coated biscuits from Australia. Laughing, he shook his head. “That should take care of those midnight cravings, huh?”