My Two-wheeled Savior (Holy Rebel MC #1)

Chapter 5

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.