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“Oh poo,” Jody exclaimed. “You’ll be one hot grandma in those things!” Then Quickshot’s mom glared at my stomach pointedly, as if she could make a baby grow in there through sheer willpower on her part.

“That’s not how it works,” I hissed at her.

She chuckled right along with my traitorous mother. I threw my hands in the air and walked out with Angel Girl hot on my heels. “Wait! Where are you going?”

“I can’t take another minute with them,” I informed my friend.

“Never leave a woman behind, Keys! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh, no! It’s every woman for herself where those two are concerned.”

The sound of men’s laughter greeted us as we rounded the hall and came out into the main room of our clubhouse to find Quickshot, his father – who was flirting with some of our members – and Sweet. They had obviously overheard us.

“Dad! They’re not club girls, they are members of S.H.E.” Quickshot reminded his old man while jabbing him in the ribs with an elbow.

“Just because they ride motorcycles too doesn’t mean they don’t also like to ride experienced dick once in a while, son.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Angel Girl rolled her eyes, again, as she moved to wrap herself around her husband. I still couldn’t believe they’d gotten married, or that they hadn’t been divorced already. Honestly, watching Quickshot’s parents kind of made me wonder if that wasn’t what was in store for Sweet and Angel Girl’s future.

“Please, say you’re here to rescue me!” I mumbled to my man as he wrapped me up in a big hug and swayed me side-to-side.

“Let’s go,” he whispered into my ear. While everyone else bickered about everything from leather pants to club whores, the two of us snuck off. “Wanna head home and fuck while no one is there?”

“You really are perfect,” I told him as we snuck out of the building and hopped on his motorcycle without being seen.

Every time we rode to our house, a giddy little feeling of overwhelming joy filled me to the brim with happiness. It also brought back all the memories. The ones of Quickshot proposing to me, of buying our house together, and christening every damn room, floorboard, wall, and door in the place. It was honestly a wonder that I hadn’t managed to end up preggers yet. After seeing JoJo blow up and grow so damn uncomfortable, I wasn’t sure I was ready to take that next step though.

The wedding would have to be enough for now. I wanted a few more years to just enjoy being loved by this man without having to worry about leaking bladder, leaky boobs, dirty diapers, or whether or not my kid’s first word is just as dirty as his diapers. No thanks.

We were getting married in two months. Our families were around, shoving their opinions about the wedding down our throats now, because someone – Angel Girl – told her dad, who let it slip by accident during a club meeting. Next thing we knew, the parentals were on our doorsteps telling us they needed a vacation and inviting themselves to stay for a few weeks. A FEW WEEKS!

“Hurry!” I yelled into my man’s ear, and thankfully he stepped on it. I needed to blow off some steam in a bad kind of way, and knowing our families, we wouldn’t have much private time to ourselves.

We didn’t even make it past the living room before Quickshot had his pants down around his ankles, mine dangling off of one foot, and me flat on my back on the couch.

“Oh, God! Yes baby, Yes! Just like that,” my words were punctuated by the labored breaths that coincided with each of his incredible thrusts as he slammed back into me over and over.

“Thank fuck they were all going out to dinner tonight,” he muttered to me before nipping at my neck, my jaw, and finally bringing his mouth down on mine in a kiss so fucking hot I thought maybe, just maybe, I might be consumed by the fire we ignited.

Yes, I know, that’s kind of cheesy for the girl who swore never to fall under the spell of a red-hot romance. You know what? I no longer cared. Quickshot and I were not our parents. We didn’t inherit their troubles. We were our own people and…

“FUCK ME!” I yelped as he pulled out, flipped me over, and yanked my body down so that my lower half was positioned over the arm of the couch.

Quickshot smacked my ass. “That’s what I’m doing baby!” He chuckled as he slammed back inside me and fisted my hair to tip my head up and back so that I could watch his body as it worked mine over.

There really was nothing hotter than watching my man fuck me senseless.

“You like that? You like watching my cock fuck into your perfect, tight pussy?” I moaned in response because words – words were impossible.

Quickshot smacked my ass, and the sting he left behind made my pussy clench tighter on his dick. “Yeah, baby. Squeeze me tighter!” He slapped me again, and I could do nothing but oblige his request.

“We didn’t have to come home!” I heard the shrill squeal of Jody’s voice just as Quickshot smacked my ass again and sent me tipping over the edge into the worst timed orgasm ever.

“Hot damn, boy! That’s what I’m talking about!” Tuck called out, and I shit you not, I think he actually threw his hand up to high five his son as Quickshot thrust his cock into me one final time before shuddering out his own release.

“Kill me now,” I whimpered.

“Oh dear!” And that was my mom’s voice. Shit! Shit! Shit! They were supposed to all be going out to dinner together. We were supposed to have at least an hour’s worth of peace to enjoy fucking one another in our own house. Our own empty house.

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