Wingman [Woman]
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He chuckles and rolls his body over mine, holding himself up with his arms. “Baby, you can have it whenever you want it.”
He edges my knees apart with his hips and slowly sinks inside me, filling me, stretching me. I close my eyes and moan softly. God he feels good, so damned good. His hands slide under my head and he brings my lips up to his as he begins to move, gently, sweetly, making my body spark to life.
Reign doesn’t make love; he fucks slowly. And boy, does he do a good job of it.
His cock slides out to the tip before he pushes it back in, tilting it on an angle, making sure it hits the bundle of nerves inside me. Those nerves seem to be heightened this time, and my orgasm begins coiling tightly inside me, ready to spring free.
“Reign,” I whimper, curling my fingers around his biceps. “You fuck so damned good.”
He chuckles softly. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
“I want to come, I need . . . oh, God.”
He removes a hand from my head and slides it between us to find my clit. He gently massages it while keeping up his slow, steady thrusting. My back arches and he takes the opportunity to slip a nipple between his lips. He sucks, rubs and fucks until I’m hanging on the edge, ready to go over.
“Come on, baby,” he groans. “Squeeze my dick in that way of yours.”
I let go, spiraling over the edge as my orgasm washes through me. Reign keeps his thrusts up, milking every shudder from me before rasping out my name and finding his own release. When he comes down from his high, he rolls us both to the side and presses little kisses over my lips and cheeks.
“Do you think you made the right choice?” I ask.
His hand slides down my belly, warming the skin with his touch. “I don’t think I made the right choice, Tia,” he says huskily. “I know I did.”
“Is it because of the baby?”
He rolls to his belly and stares down at me. “It’s because of you. It’s because somehow you make me laugh, even when I’m angry. It’s because I can lie in your bed, eat pizza and talk shit with you, and it doesn’t matter. It’s because you fit me in a way no one has ever fit me before. This little one,” he says, rubbing my belly, “is just a bonus.”
I laugh and curl to him. “A pooping, crying, spewing bonus.”
He chuckles. “I’m all over it. Don’t you worry about that.”
We’ll see if he still says that in nine months.
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
The music coming from Reign’s club washes through my ears as I make my way to the bar. I find a stool and slide down onto it, wondering why Reign called me here. He said he wanted to see me, and to meet him at the club. I order an orange juice and place a hand on my swelling belly as I stare around at the crowd of people.
I catch sight of the biker boys sitting in the corner. Spike and Cade both nod at me, flashing those smiles before turning back to their conversations. The bartender slides a juice over to me, and I sip it as I wait. Reign said to wait at the bar, that he’d be here soon. Autumn said she would meet me here too, but she hasn’t showed either.
I smile to myself, and I feel a relief I haven’t felt for a while. Things have been great between Reign and I. Selena left town, but she still tries to contact Reign – of course he doesn’t answer. We moved in together and had our first scan; finding out our little bundle of joy is healthy and happy. Things couldn’t be better; I couldn’t feel happier. I never thought my life would go this way, I never thought I could be the one he loved.
I’m still deep in thought, sipping my juice, when a commotion breaks out to the left of me. I turn my attention towards the sound, and a huge smile spreads across my face. I see Reign and Autumn walking in, but the scene they’re playing makes my heart swell with love. I laugh softly as I watch them, causing the entire club to turn and stare.
I know they’re doing it for me; I just don’t know why.
“Don’t be such an asshole,” Autumn screams. “I always told you what would happen if you fell for me! Did you really think your gigantic cock, your money and your flashy car would keep me from stroking my needs elsewhere?”
I laugh as she uses the same words I said to Reign the first night we met.
“It’s not your fault,” she continues. “You did everything right. But I didn’t really want all those roses, necklaces and chocolates. I mean, come on, it’s like you were trying to cheapen me up.”
Reign stares at her, shock on his face. “I gave you everything; every-fucking-thing.”
“Well,” Autumn says, flicking her hair over her shoulder, “it wasn’t enough.”
The bikers and girls are all laughing, their heads thrown back. I realize they were all in on this. I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I realize this is my part. I stand up with shaky legs as Autumn walks away from Reign, flicking her hair over her shoulder. I stop in front of him, looking up into his laughing eyes.
“I couldn’t help but overhear what she said,” I say, my voice sexy and low. “You don’t deserve a woman like that.”
He grins. “Tell me then, what kind of woman do I deserve?”
“Well,” I say, stepping towards him, “you deserve a woman that loves hamsters, for a start. Anyone who doesn’t, you should definitely be suspicious of.”
He chuckles, stepping closer. “What else?”
“You deserve a woman that names her private parts fondly, and it’s got to be a good name, none of this sexy Pussy or Clamshell.”
He edges my knees apart with his hips and slowly sinks inside me, filling me, stretching me. I close my eyes and moan softly. God he feels good, so damned good. His hands slide under my head and he brings my lips up to his as he begins to move, gently, sweetly, making my body spark to life.
Reign doesn’t make love; he fucks slowly. And boy, does he do a good job of it.
His cock slides out to the tip before he pushes it back in, tilting it on an angle, making sure it hits the bundle of nerves inside me. Those nerves seem to be heightened this time, and my orgasm begins coiling tightly inside me, ready to spring free.
“Reign,” I whimper, curling my fingers around his biceps. “You fuck so damned good.”
He chuckles softly. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
“I want to come, I need . . . oh, God.”
He removes a hand from my head and slides it between us to find my clit. He gently massages it while keeping up his slow, steady thrusting. My back arches and he takes the opportunity to slip a nipple between his lips. He sucks, rubs and fucks until I’m hanging on the edge, ready to go over.
“Come on, baby,” he groans. “Squeeze my dick in that way of yours.”
I let go, spiraling over the edge as my orgasm washes through me. Reign keeps his thrusts up, milking every shudder from me before rasping out my name and finding his own release. When he comes down from his high, he rolls us both to the side and presses little kisses over my lips and cheeks.
“Do you think you made the right choice?” I ask.
His hand slides down my belly, warming the skin with his touch. “I don’t think I made the right choice, Tia,” he says huskily. “I know I did.”
“Is it because of the baby?”
He rolls to his belly and stares down at me. “It’s because of you. It’s because somehow you make me laugh, even when I’m angry. It’s because I can lie in your bed, eat pizza and talk shit with you, and it doesn’t matter. It’s because you fit me in a way no one has ever fit me before. This little one,” he says, rubbing my belly, “is just a bonus.”
I laugh and curl to him. “A pooping, crying, spewing bonus.”
He chuckles. “I’m all over it. Don’t you worry about that.”
We’ll see if he still says that in nine months.
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
The music coming from Reign’s club washes through my ears as I make my way to the bar. I find a stool and slide down onto it, wondering why Reign called me here. He said he wanted to see me, and to meet him at the club. I order an orange juice and place a hand on my swelling belly as I stare around at the crowd of people.
I catch sight of the biker boys sitting in the corner. Spike and Cade both nod at me, flashing those smiles before turning back to their conversations. The bartender slides a juice over to me, and I sip it as I wait. Reign said to wait at the bar, that he’d be here soon. Autumn said she would meet me here too, but she hasn’t showed either.
I smile to myself, and I feel a relief I haven’t felt for a while. Things have been great between Reign and I. Selena left town, but she still tries to contact Reign – of course he doesn’t answer. We moved in together and had our first scan; finding out our little bundle of joy is healthy and happy. Things couldn’t be better; I couldn’t feel happier. I never thought my life would go this way, I never thought I could be the one he loved.
I’m still deep in thought, sipping my juice, when a commotion breaks out to the left of me. I turn my attention towards the sound, and a huge smile spreads across my face. I see Reign and Autumn walking in, but the scene they’re playing makes my heart swell with love. I laugh softly as I watch them, causing the entire club to turn and stare.
I know they’re doing it for me; I just don’t know why.
“Don’t be such an asshole,” Autumn screams. “I always told you what would happen if you fell for me! Did you really think your gigantic cock, your money and your flashy car would keep me from stroking my needs elsewhere?”
I laugh as she uses the same words I said to Reign the first night we met.
“It’s not your fault,” she continues. “You did everything right. But I didn’t really want all those roses, necklaces and chocolates. I mean, come on, it’s like you were trying to cheapen me up.”
Reign stares at her, shock on his face. “I gave you everything; every-fucking-thing.”
“Well,” Autumn says, flicking her hair over her shoulder, “it wasn’t enough.”
The bikers and girls are all laughing, their heads thrown back. I realize they were all in on this. I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I realize this is my part. I stand up with shaky legs as Autumn walks away from Reign, flicking her hair over her shoulder. I stop in front of him, looking up into his laughing eyes.
“I couldn’t help but overhear what she said,” I say, my voice sexy and low. “You don’t deserve a woman like that.”
He grins. “Tell me then, what kind of woman do I deserve?”
“Well,” I say, stepping towards him, “you deserve a woman that loves hamsters, for a start. Anyone who doesn’t, you should definitely be suspicious of.”
He chuckles, stepping closer. “What else?”
“You deserve a woman that names her private parts fondly, and it’s got to be a good name, none of this sexy Pussy or Clamshell.”
