I shiver under his gaze. But I'm also extremely turned on. He leads us to his bedroom and I'm too focused to even glance at the sheets to make sure they were changed from that bimbo.
We keep our lips locked as he slams his door shut and our lips never break once as we fall on his bed. He pulls off the too tight white sweater I threw on to look presentable for the earlier's interview then kisses his way down my chest. I haven't felt anything this electrifying since I first got with John as kids. Something I never thought I'd feel again.
"Can you have sex while you're pregnant?" Lynol suddenly stops and looks at me.
"I don't know. You forgot to ask your mother?" I tease.
"Very funny." He mutters before continuing his torturous kisses. He unhooks my bra and watches as it falls off.
I let out a sigh of relief. I'm glad that's off. I watch him laugh at this. He strips me the rest of the way and then lays beside me. I almost punch him because he got me all worked up then just quits. He lays beside then spreads my legs with his hand and thrusts 2 fingers inside.
I softly moan and push up for more. He crawls ontop of me and aligns his crotch with his hand and thrusts his fingers in and out with the motion of his hips. I throw my head back into his pillows and try to keep quiet. Not that it will make a difference. A few guys saw us come in here, grinning all big and shit.
Its been so long since I've felt this good. He buries his face into my sensitive boobs and grabs one nipple between his teeth and sucks. I slightly push him away. "They hurt." I tell his wounded expression.
"Oh. Sorry. I've never, ya know, with a pregnant woman." Lynol, the bad ass biker, blushes.
"Its fine." I moan, close to climax. He circles my center with the pad of his thumb and I combust into him. He kisses me. A long and slow kiss.
I reach between us and grab his hard dick and stroke him through his jeans. Like a wild animals fighting to get out of a cage. He rocks his hips in my hand. I unzip his jeans and take him out.
With gentle force, I roll us over with me on top. He watches up at me. I peck his lips then cradle my face in his neck, gently sucking, as I vigorously jerk him off. His one hand goes in my long hair as the other cups my ass. He comes all over my hand with a grunt. I bring my hand to my mouth and stare him in the face while I lick him off me.
"Wait until you spit her out." His promise is silent. I grin and lie next to him. He wraps me in his arms and we fall asleep.
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"Lynol, it can not be that hard." I sigh exasperated.
"Babe, its harder than it looks. You try it." He looks at the directions for the millionth time. Like that will help. I snatch them and make my way to sit on the floor next to him.
I pick up the piece he was looking at and put it in the right place and give him a triumphant grin. "Whatever. I've never put a crib together before." He defends, snatching back the diagram. I laugh.
Lynols been staying the night a lot the last 2 months and I'll be nearly 10 months soon, meaning she'll be here any day now. The brothers had a little cut made for the baby when shes born that says my daddys a Rebel with their logo in the center. They seem to be embracing Lynol taking in my daughter as his own well. With the exception of Ed, of course. Which is weird since Lynol and I haven't even said "I love you" yet. My boss is getting a little anxious with me working as I get closer and closer to the due date, so, as of right now, I'm on maternity leave. Ugh. But I'm valuable to the store. Since I've been there its been more clean and organized and kept up to date with the orders. Boss says he's even made more money since I've started.
I haven't told Lynol I'm naming her after him yet. I cant wait to see his face. I thought about maybe giving her John's mom's name as her middle name but I don't want her to have anything to do with him. He hasn't found us yet, but I know it's because I've been doing so well staying under the radar. I've considered keeping it that way. Just not going back to work as a cop and just staying at the store and with Lynol.
But that was until the other night when it finally hit me. I'm happy. Truly happy. With Lynol and his club. In this house, in this town. And I wanna be with him as a whole. And I cant do that married and hiding. So thats why I went to the lawyers office today and filed for divorce. And I know he can find me once they're sent but I don't care. I know that I have Lynol behind me.
"Guess what?" I start rubbing the tension out of his shoulders.
"What?" He throws his head back and watches up at me.
"I filed for divorce today." I grin. He snaps up from the floor.
"Seriously?" He asks.
"Yeah. Did you want to continue to sleep with a married woman?" I joke but he can hear the edge to it. Did he wanna get serious or just stay like this? Playing house.
"Of course. I just- I don't know what I thought. But I do want to be with you." He cups my face in his big hands. I nod and try not to cry. Fuck hormones. He kisses my lips then my forehead before going back to the crib.
I hear the roars of motorcycles before the door opens and half the damn club walks in. "Hey." I mutter on my way into the kitchen. Pat follows me in.
"You good?" He asks.
"Filed for divorce." I grab a banana. He grabs one too then spits back in the sink and throwing it away.
"Excuse me! That was mine." I shove his shoulder. He laughs.
"I'll buy you more." He promises and before I can answer I see Lynol come out looking none too happy.
"Babe?" I call to him.
"Gotta go, okay. Club business. But we'll talk about the divorce later?" He kisses my forehead before walking out my front door and leaving only a prospect.
I sigh and head back into the baby's room. I've gotten use to this as well. Club Business. Even in the middle of the night sometimes. And he always goes. I don't push for more information. I know my place. Well, kind of. I don't have an old lady patch but I'm also not a club whore.
"You want some help?" The prospect follows me into the room. Schiz, I think his name is. Like the mental disease. I don't think he has schizophrenia so I'm unsure how he got his name. I don't ask questions I'm not certain I want the answer to.
"Sure, thanks." I answer him.
Unlike Lynol, Schiz knows how to follow directions and go by a diagram. I put the matress in and the baby's bed, using Lynol's worn out blue silky blanket as well. I was terrified it would fall apart in the washer, however it came out fine. Still I didn't want to try my luck a second time and let it air dry then ironed it.
"His middle name is Sydney?" Schiz comes up behind me as I'm peering down at the cute bed I've made.
"Stays between us." I playfully glare at him. He holds his hands up in mock surrender.
"My friend at work is giving me a lot of baby clothes from her daughter and some other stuff. Wanna help me get it?" I ask. He already knows he has to so he nods. Where I go, he goes too.
We get looks from everyone in town. People would probably think I was his girlfriend if they hadn't already seen me with Lynol the past few months.
Suzanne ended up giving me a playplen, changing table, and a bunch of too small diapers her latest son has grown out of along with a few garbage bags of baby clothes. Shes helped me out a lot and has answered any question I've asked and soothed every worry I have came up with. With three kids, I think she knows what shes talking about.
Lynols still not home when we get back and I try not to let it show how disappointed it makes me. With the help of Schiz, the baby clothes get organized and stuffed away and another piece to the puzzle that is the baby's room is complete as we put it the new furniture.
"You hungry?" I ask the prospect as he stands against the wall, hazel eyes never resting on one place. I know I'm hungry.
"I got it." He answers and immediately starts searching for anything to make. Yeah, I should probably make another trip to the store. I recline in my chair and close my eyes for a nap while I'm made some food.
"Get your fat ass up!" My chair is rocked to the side. My eyes shoot open and I instantly reach for my gun and point it at a laughing Pat. I huff, putting down the gun. He looks ready to piss himself.
I look around for Lynol, but only find the prospect. "Lynols on a run, will be gone a few days. Told me to tell you." Pat plops his huge bear like self on my couch. He's gonna break the wood he keeps doing that. Rude.
"Are you not going?" I ask.
"I was told to stay and watch you and the baby." If Lynol cared so much about us, he would have called. Or better yet, not leave at all knowing im so close to my due date. And I have an appointment. Ugh. Club business. I sigh.
And a few days it was. He missed my appointment where they told me to walk to induce my labor because shes coming. Trust me, I want her out just as much as she wants out.
So right now I'm picking up the house. Pat is still a pig. Right now, He's 'out'. Either pussy or business. The roar of multiple motor cycles are heard from outside. My heart picks up speed. Lynols home. I go to look out the window as my phone rings and I pick it up without looking. "Hello?"
"A divorce, Margo?" John's cold voice sends chills raining down my spine. I take a deep breath to control my racing heart beat.
"Yes, John, a divorce." I reply as Lynol walks in. His face gets dark at my husband's name.
"Stop playing games and come home. I'm getting tired of waiting. I can't keep making excuses for your behavior to people." He condescends. I offer him a bitter laugh. Yeah, well what would people think if I came back pregnant. Even at 5 months, I didn't show back home. People would get the wrong idea.
"I'm not coming home, John." I spit the word at him.
"Yes, you are. Im not signing these fucking papers." He snaps.
"Why?" I shout.
My living room is feeling smaller and smaller as more of the club comes in. Lynol is behind me rubbing my stomach and back.
"Because I love you!" He roars and I flinch. I feel Lynol stiffen behind me. I exhale.
"No, you don't. You're used to me. We've been together since high school. You don't know anything besides being with me. That's all." I answer evenly.
"That's bullshit." John's voice is hard. There's no winning.
"If you loved me, you wouldn't be sleeping with your partner. If you loved me, you wouldn't have broken my arm from throwing me around. You treat her like that too or is that a special treatment reserved for only me?" He thought I didn't know.
"I'll change." John promises for the millionth time. I scoff.
"No, you won't. Sign the papers, John. I'm not coming back. Im happy here." I sigh.
"No! I'll find you." He swears.
"Go ahead. Come see how happy I am with someone who isn't you." I hang up.