D emon leaned back against the bed frame and feigned watching the television as his wife paced from one side of their room to the other. Ardy paused in front of the window, and he took in her still form.
She was agitated, but there were no signs of stress or pain. Three days past her due date, she was miserable and insanely emotional.
He learned the hard way to approach her with caution after she bit his head off when he asked her how she was feeling.
“I can tell this is your child. She’s a little demon for sure, ignoring her birthdate and forgoing her arrival.”
Demon grinned. So, she’s not pissed at me right now. “Look at it this way, when she’s older, and she doesn’t follow the crowd, we’ll appreciate the trait.”
Ardy snorted. “You mean if she ever decides to come out.”
He laughed. “One way or another babe, she’s coming out.”
“Yeah, tell her that. If she’s like this about everything, it’s going to be a long road to eighteen.” Ardy pouted.
A twinge of sympathy passed through him. “Sounds like another strong female I know.”
She turned to face him and placed her hands on her hips. “Your subtleness is lost on me.”
“I wasn’t trying to be subtle darling,” he drawled.
She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight. “You’re feeling brave tonight.”
“Yeah. How are you feeling?” he asked, studying her.
“Well, other than the fact that I’m carrying around a bowling ball that makes my back hurt, and my pelvis feels about ready to break…I’m good.” Emotions flickered in her eyes and disappeared before he could identify.
Is this another mood swing?
A sly smile curved her full lips up while her lashes fluttered.
She’s about to ask me for something. He’d become a damn sucker. This last month, he’d been unable to deny her much of anything when she was working so hard to nurture his daughter.
“There is something you could do to make me feel better,” she purred.
Her voice held a sensual tone he hadn’t heard in over a month. “You want a back massage?” he asked in a teasing tone.
“Not quite.” She walked toward him, stalking him with a sensual stride that was all hips.
His cock stirred and pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He found her to be even more beautiful while swollen with his child. Her skin glowed, her breasts overflowed in his hands and the knowledge that she carried a life they created, woke some cave man instinct. He moved to the edge of the bed and opened his legs.
She stepped between them, and he gripped her hips. “I heard of something that can induce labor,” she said coyly. She placed her hands on his knees and learned forward.
Demon pecked her lips. “Like castor oil?”
She scowled. “No, something more pleasant and hopefully…more enjoyable.”
He hid his chuckle. “What’s that?” he asked, picturing another late night trip to the store for an odd list of items.
“Cum.”
The word leaving her lips lit a fire inside him. It’d been weeks since they made love. This last month had left her uncomfortable and self-conscious. He understood, so he kept his mouth shut.
She ran her hands up his legs and massaged his thighs. “What do you think, D? We can have a little fun, and you can fill me up.”
He groaned. “Babe, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She nipped his bottom lip. “I need you and this. To remind me that I’m more than an incubator.”
He softened at her words. With her, he wasn’t the bad ass biker who ran the Dueling Devils. He was a man with a wife and family. She’d brought something he’d been missing in his life. A sense of stability and love…real love. The kind that didn’t come with conditions, or a demand that he be anything more than what he was. Club had to come first, but so did she. The two tied for first place in his mind. Balancing the shit pushed him to the brink of insanity, but it was worth it. “You are more.” He ran his hands up and
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