Stone (Knights Corruption MC Series Book 2) (34 page)

She tugged on the strands of my hair, eliciting a slight sting of pain, something which only spurred me further. While one arm held her close, my free one roamed over her body, kneading her tits and pinching her puckered nipples between my fingers.

I was trying to hold out, tease the both of us to make this last as long as possible, but the all too familiar pull in my balls warned me I was close to exploding. “Lean over. Place your hands back on the sink and don’t move.” She did as she was told and once I knew she was braced for my attack, I gripped her waist with both hands and rutted inside her like I was never gonna have her again. I knew she was close, her gasps coming quicker than before, her full lips parted while she anxiously waited to detonate.

Stroking her body with my own, I needed to tip her over the edge before my orgasm claimed me, so I ran my finger over her most sensitive area, applying a bit of pressure while I swirled my movements.

Faster and faster.

Until her body locked up tight.

Her muscles milked me to come deep inside her. As soon as her cries hit my ears, I slammed into her a few more times before falling over the edge right along with her. The jet of my release filled her so completely it dripped down her thighs, and there was nothing more fulfilling than seeing my seed painted on her skin.

Locking eyes in the reflection of the mirror, we both smiled in satisfaction. Our bodies had found a release, sure, but I reveled in the comfort that I’d been able to make her forget the unfortunate turn of events that evening for the briefest of moments.

Adelaide

“Of course. I’ll be right there. Okay . . . I know. Yeah, that’s fine.” Slowly opening my tired eyes, I managed to catch the end of Stone’s phone conversation, which wasn’t hard to do since he was pacing around the room. And while his voice woke me up, I was never so happy because I was gifted with the sight of his naked body, his muscles bunching in frustration the longer he engaged whoever was on the other end of the phone.

His club kept him extremely busy these days, and while I missed him when he was gone, I enjoyed and made the most of my time alone, catching up on movies I’d wanted to see or books I’d been meaning to read. Whenever we were together, we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves, so most times we ended up enjoying each other for hours on end, then lazing about until it was time for bed. And while I wasn’t complaining one bit, sometimes I simply needed some solitude.

He flicked his cell closed and glanced in my direction, smiling when he saw I was awake. “Sorry, babe. Did I wake you?” he asked, rounding the bed to come and stand next to me. Reaching down, he played with the strands of my hair, tucking them behind my ear before tracing a line down the side of my cheek, his thumb running over the seam of my lips before suddenly pulling back.

“Why did you stop?” A puff of frustration barreled forth from my mouth before I could stop it. “I was kinda hoping we could . . . ya know . . . before you have to leave.”

His frown was comical, mainly because Stone was so damn rugged-looking any confused expression on his face always amused me for some odd reason.

“You said some nasty stuff last night. Now all of a sudden this morning you can’t just say you want to have sex?” He laughed before sitting on the edge of the mattress, the pads of his fingers tracing the length of my arm. After our tryst in the bathroom, he’d managed to take me twice more, both times colorful phrases pouring from my lips as if I’d turned off my brain-to-mouth filter. But what I’d chosen to say turned both of us on, the freedom to tell him exactly what I wanted to do to him, or what I wanted him to do to me, quite exhilarating.

“I’m still half asleep, so stop makin’ fun,” I pouted. “Besides, it’s too early for such talk.”

Leaning over me, his mouth claimed mine before he spoke again. A quick flick of his tongue enticed me, shoving away whatever sleepy cobwebs still remained. Stretching my arms above my head, the sheet inched down and exposed my breasts, my nipples already pebbled from my body’s reaction.

A quick gasp from Stone had my eyes studying his face, trying my hardest to determine if he was going to stay and take me once again, or tell me he had to leave me for a bit. Before I could open my mouth to ask, however, he stood and walked toward the closet.

“While I would love to stay and . . . you know,” he said, turning his head and smirking, “there’s something I have to tend to at the club.”

I couldn’t help it, my curiosity getting the better of me. “What do you have to do?” I asked, sitting up in bed but not covering myself. Normally, I never ask him about what goes on inside his club, but for some reason I decided to. He’d assured me they were well on their way to becoming a clean, legit club. The only thing he’d ever shared with me was that they had to tie up some loose ends before everything turned around for them. And while I hated the sound of his cryptic message, I had no say whatsoever, so I held my tongue and prayed for the best.

“Nothing to worry yourself about, Addy. You know that.” His tone had instantly changed from playful to serious. I knew he hated that he couldn’t share certain aspects of his life with me, but I also knew he did it to ensure my safety. The only good thing was that those days were numbered. Once the Knights were riding on the right side of the law, there would no longer be a need for him to hide things from me, something I was sure would be a huge relief for both of us.

Tossing the covers aside, I placed my feet on the ground and very slowly stood up. My belly was growing more and more each day, making me extremely happy but also very uncomfortable. My poor bladder took the brunt of it, threatening to explode every half hour. Okay, maybe not that often, but it sure felt like it.

Before I disappeared inside the bathroom, he halted my steps with a firm grasp on my waist, his body pressed against my back. “I wish I could stay in this room with you forever,” he whispered, his warm breath fanning across the side of my face before he leaned down and kissed my shoulder. “But I have to go.”

“I know,” I breathlessly replied, my body pressed tightly against his. It was the sweetest torture. I loved the feel of him, his skin warming my own, but I knew our shared moment was fleeting. This time, at least. I had nothing planned for the day, so as soon as he returned home he was all mine, and I was sure I could convince him to retreat to this very room until the sun rose the next day.

Kissing my temple, he stepped back and retreated into his closet to find some clothes. Once he was fully dressed, he headed toward the bathroom to brush his teeth. I was already inside, relieving my bladder. Shortly later I joined him at the sink, washing my hands and reaching for my toothbrush, We both smiled and went about our mundane task, and all the while I couldn’t help but to think that I was the luckiest woman in the world.

I couldn’t explain my contentment, other than to say it was times like this that a serene mood wrapped around me and held me tightly. Standing close to each other, the only sound coming from the bristles cleaning our teeth, was peaceful. If that made any sense. Outside our house, the world was frenzied—my own body was chaotic at times—but here, tucked inside our spacious bathroom, I found peace. If only for a few short moments.

My last round of treatment was completed three weeks prior, and today was the day I found out if all I’d gone through had worked . . . or not. I’d chosen to keep my upcoming appointment a secret from Stone because I didn’t know what I would do if I had to handle my own emotions on top of his if Dr. Weber delivered news I didn’t want to hear.

I warred back and forth with needing Stone’s strength if the news was bad and shielding him from the devastation if my body was still riddled with the destructive disease. Realizing he would be upset with me for not including him, whether the news was good or bad, I decided I would deal with one thing at a time.

Our growing child was my number one concern. I would make him refocus on our son, instead of being upset with me for trying to protect him from the deliverance of the diagnosis.

I had a few hours before I had to meet with Dr. Weber, so I took full advantage of the time to do some shopping for the nursery. Thankfully, our home had three bedrooms, one of which we turned into the baby’s room. Stone had already constructed the crib, working tirelessly until the wee hours of the morning to make sure he’d finished it on time. His time. I reminded him we still had a couple weeks, but he insisted on completing it as soon as possible. At one point, he got so frustrated with the damn thing he called in Marek to help him. Two tough, grown men cursing and pounding away on defenseless pieces of wood was quite the amusing sight.

Sully had accompanied her husband, and while our men took out their frustrations on the crib they were trying to assemble, we lounged in front of the television, catching up on each other’s lives while partly paying attention to the cheesy reality show that was on.

Throwing a light jacket over my tank top, I grabbed my keys from the side table and walked outside, inhaling the fresh air and allowing myself to take those few precious moments to really appreciate the gift of another day.

Once inside my car, I called Stone to let him know I was running a few errands but would be back at the house before he returned. There was a back and forth between us I knew was going to happen, mainly because he wanted to send one of the men over to go with me, to keep me safe, but I reminded him I was okay by myself. Long bouts of silence passed between us before he finally relented, but only after I’d agreed to call him to check in every hour. It was a small compromise, so I agreed.

The drive to town was relaxing. I enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the people going about their daily routines, running their own errands, laughing and enjoying the beautiful summer day.

California was ungodly hot sometimes, but today was perfect. A slight breeze carried the promise of better days, the sun shining on all of us trudging through yet another day of life. Thankfully.

Once I’d completed all my errands, I drove the short distance to the hospital, preparing to meet with Dr. Weber about my diagnosis. My heart was in my throat waiting for him to walk through his office door. A slight panic rushed through me when I saw the handle turn, sweat breaking out along my hairline when he stepped into the room.

If his tight smile was any indication, I knew I should prepare myself for the worst.