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“Really?” I queried, wanting him to admit he needed my help, rather than trying to ‘man up’ and hide his pain.
“Okay, fine, you got me. It smarts a bit, wise-ass.”
I patched him up, fed him dinner and painkillers, and we curled up in bed together, with me pressed against his chest, and his fingers stroking gently through my hair. It was a moment of peace we both needed, after a hectic start to the new club’s life.
“Do you think it’ll work?”
“The club? The plan to patch it over?”
I nodded, feeling Micro tense for a split second, before he forced himself to relax again.
“No idea, babe, but you’ll always be safe, no matter what. And you know, if you don’t like it there, you don’t have to make deliveries personally, or even visit there. I mean, I want you there, but I want you to feel safe, and to be happy. Jesus, but then I can’t keep my eyes on you and know you’re safe. It’s like two needs in me, fighting each other. The need to have you with me at all times, and the need to keep you away from all the bad shit.”
I lifted my head to rest my chin on his chest, so I could look him in the eyes.
“I’m happy being around the club now it’s safer, Micro, and I prefer being around you too. You’re my safe place, so wherever you are, that’s where I need to be. Are we getting to that co-dependent stage that makes us freaks?”
“Fucking hope so,” he hissed, rolling us, and easing between my legs, “like the need to be inside you right now is fucking eating at me. Tell me you want that, please.”
“God yes, fuck me, Micro.”
Thirty-Nine
Everytimewaslikethe first fucking time, especially since we were still playing fucking Russian Roulette every time we fucked. Was Soph remembering her pill now, and if she did, would it be working yet? Why were we fucking like there was no future, when there really could be now?
“Babe… you took your pill, right?”
She bit her lip, casting her eyes away from me.
“Um… I don’t think so.”Fuck. I stopped as my dick filled her, and that hot wet pussy of hers seemed to ripple around me.
“We can’t keep risking you like this, babe. What if you get pregnant?”
She sighed, lifting her hips and pressing me deeper inside her, dragging a pent-up groan from me. Was she trying to distract me with her fucking feminine wiles? Sure she was, and was it working?Fuck.
“Babe?”
“I’ll start tomorrow, I promise. If I’m pregnant already, then tonight won’t make a difference, right?”
Jesus. For a responsible woman most of the time, she was damn reckless when it came to getting pregnant. Was it because she secretly wanted a baby, after all?
“Soph, do you want me to fill you with a baby? Is all this because you want to be pregnant?”
Her eyes squeezed closed, and she shuddered, chewing on her lip again.
“Is that… would it be a problem?”
Would it be a problem to have a baby with this amazing woman? Would it be a fucking problem, to watch her stomach grow, and surround our child as it formed inside her? Would it be a problem to create life with the woman I loved? Fuck no. Was it the best time to bring a child into our lives? Maybe not, but didn’t I say I’d give her fucking everything?
“Get ready to be fertilised, babe, gonna fill you with so much cum, you’ll be overflowing.”
She giggled, covering her face with both hands.
“So romantic.”
Her hands muffled the words, but I caught them. My woman wanted a fucking baby.Mybaby. And she’d get what she wanted, if I had to fuck her day and night, to make it happen. Who’d argue with that sacred duty, right?
Suddenly all I wanted was to fucking make a baby with her. Me. I wanted to be a father. I wanted to do it right. I wanted to be the kind of dad who’d love and protect his kids, and never ever scare or hurt them. Never leave them afraid or unsure of anything. I could be the dad I should have had. The dad Soph should have had.
