I lean over trying to lay on the bed, but he holds me up and continues his torture, dragging it out more and more.

  I try to stand up, pushing his mouth way from me. I look down and see that evil look in his eye.

  Oh shit.

  He clamps down harder on my legs, not letting me escape. It doesn’t take long but I come even harder. My body is out of my control and I just have to let it happen.

  After this one he stops, moving me down his body, sitting up with me and holding me. “You just killed me; I think I died.”

  He laughs. “Good.”

  I eye him. “What about good?”

  He just has that grin on his face, like he doesn’t care. I feel him between my legs, I want to see if I can do it myself, but I am scared too.

  His smile drops when he sees my face. “What’s the matter?”

  I bite my lip unsure if it sounds lame. “I kind of want to try to be on top, but I don’t know what I am doing.” I look at his chest, not wanting to meet his eyes because I feel insecure.

  He tilts my head so I am looking at him. “Darlin, there’s nothing you can do wrong. If it feels good to you, then it feels good to me.”

  I kiss his lips, loving that he has made sure to reassure me.

  He scoots us back until he is leaning against the headboard. I reach behind me, holding him in my hand and slowly back up until I feel him at my entrance.

  He steadies me, holding my hips in his grip, helping me. His head slips inside of me and I close my eyes enjoying the feel of him.

  Gage sits up, wrapping his arms around me, holding me. Little by little I sink down on him, the pain is barely noticeable. The only thing I can feel is pure pleasure.

  “How I love the way you feel inside of me,” I moan, shifting my hips.

  He growls, gripping my face tight, kissing me hard. He moves his hips with my movements.

  It's slow, deep, and so full of passion. We are so lost in each other, it’s all feelings.

  I put my head in the crook of his neck, moving faster knowing that we are both close. I can feel him growing harder and harder.

  “I am so close,” I moan, gripping him hard, my body locking up.

  He guides my hips up and down at the perfect pace. I come hard, screaming into his shoulder and he fills me as he comes right after I do.

  We both sit here together for a few minutes trying to catch our breath. “Holy shit,” I say breathlessly.

  He laughs. “Holy shit is the right word for it.” He pushes my sweaty hair from my face, smiling at me.

  “You’re okay?” he asks, making sure that I am not in pain.

  “I’m fine.” I put my hand on his forearm, closing my eyes enjoying this moment for a second more before we have to get up.

  “Shower with me?” he asks.

  I nod. “Yes.” He lifts me, still buried inside of me and I can feel him getting hard again. I try not to clench on him, but he just feels too damn good.

  He starts the water and I can’t help but flex my hips and his hand comes down onto the shower wall.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, opening the door and stepping inside. His puts his back to the cold spray planting my back to the wall.

  “Are you ready for me again?” he asks seductively.

  “Yes,” I moan, digging my nails into his back, tightening my legs around his waist bringing him closer to me, deeper.

  “Fuck, the way you feel, I could stay buried in you forever.” He strokes in and out of me. “You feel like the best heaven.”

  I throw my head back, giving him access to his kissing and licking along my neck. This time is hard, he hammers into me.

  I know this is a claiming fuck; this is him marking me as his and him being careful with me is out of the window.

  The only noise in the bathroom is the sound of us fucking, my cries and I clench onto him hard. He growls, pressing me harder against the shower, moving so deep inside of me it starts to hurt, but the pain is intoxicating, it deepens my pleasure.

  I come screaming, my hands buried in his hair, his face is in the crook of my neck. I feel him bury himself in me to the brim, filling me.

  He kisses me, pulling himself out of me and bringing us into the warm water. Letting it rain down around us, I close my eyes loving this. He tightens my legs around his waist, holding my ass with one hand, the other holding my face.

  “How is it possible for you to mean so much to me? I just met you, but in my soul, I have known you forever.”

  Tears fill my eyes at his admission. “I feel the same way, Gage. We are meant to be with one another. Time isn’t a factor with us, it doesn’t matter. You are my Gage, you are mine.”

  Tears roll down my face and he catches them with a kiss. “You are mine, the things I would do for you, be for you.” His voice is rough with emotion, I know he is as affected as me.

  I fall into him, hugging him, needing him as close as possible.

  I have found my home, my everything.

  CHAPTER 10

  River

  I wake up to the smell of breakfast. I feel the bed beside me and it’s cold. I yawn sitting up.

  I smile thinking of last night. It was an intense night for the both of us. The way he had taken care of me after the shower, blow dried my hair and brushed it until I had fallen asleep.

  I do not know what I have done to deserve him, but I am thanking God every single second that he threw me over his shoulder in that cabin and took me with him. I laugh thinking of how I rubbed blood on my face.

  I start to get off the bed when Gage walks in carrying a tray filled with breakfast. “Did you make me breakfast?” My heart starts doing that little flip thing it does when it comes to him.

  He winks. “I have to keep my girl energized.” He sets it in front of me, then climbs in next to me, eating with me.

  “So, I read after I come inside of you, you need to lay on your back for at least thirty minutes, so you’ll have a better chance of getting pregnant.”

  I stare him like what the fuck are you talking about? He totally ignores my looks, eating his food with his phone in his hand. “I had a prospect stop and get you some prenatal vitamins to help prepare your body. When was your last cycle? We need to see if you’re ovulating.”

  He sounds like a freaking doctor right now with all of these facts. “Gage, what have you been doing all morning? How do you know all of this?” I am reeling over everything that he’s saying.

  He shrugs his shoulder, looking totally proud of himself. “I had time while I was making breakfast.”

  I cover my face, laughing at the craziness of it all. “Gage, do you hear yourself?” I ask between my laughs, tears filling my eyes from laughing so hard.

  “The sight of you carrying our baby, seeing your stomach grow…” He touches my flat stomach. “That shit does something to me, knowing that I done that to you.”

  “I hope it has your eyes.”

  His eyes light up at that. “I hope that it has your hair and freckles.”

  I lean my head on his shoulder. “Would you rather have a boy or girl?”

  He thinks for a moment. “I would prefer to have both at the same time, but I would be happy with anything.”

  I let his words go right over my head, prefer both? He is insane. There is no way I am having twins; they don’t run in the family at all.

  “Here, you need to eat all of your food.” He scoots my plate literally an inch closer. I clench my mouth together so I don’t say anything. I eat my food and just let him have his moment.

  I would be lying if I didn’t love the idea of seeing a little baby looking just like him running around.

  I have always wanted to be a mother; it’s always been a dream of mine. “I have always wanted to be a mom,” I admit to him.

  He kisses my forehead, pushing my hair over my shoulder away from my face. “You’ll be the best mom.”

  Butterflies fill my stomach, the honesty and sweet words overwhelming. “You’ll be the best dad. Can you just imagine waking up one morning to our babies crawling into bed with us wanting to cuddle?”

  His face is so soft. “I can’t wait for that.”

  I smile, kissing him. I slide out of the bed and walk to the bathroom but before shutting the door I stick my head out. “Oh I am ovulating by the way.”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  I cover my mouth laughing. I look at myself in the mirror and all I can see is happiness on my face.

  I touch my cheeks, they are flushed, my pale skin has some life in it. “I really have found my place.”

  “Darlin, I forgot to mention we have a charity ride today,” he says through the door.

  At that, I don’t bother adding makeup, just slather on sunscreen and tie my hair back in a braid. I have learned my lesson on not putting your hair back.

  In the bedroom there is a box on the bed. Gage is in the closet getting ready. “What is this?” I ask.

  He sticks his head out. “Open it.”

  I untie the box, pulling the lid off. Right there in the center of the box is a cut with the words, ‘Property of Gage’.

  This is huge.

  I touch my property cut, not believing that this is even happening. “Do you know how much this cut means to the club? To us?” he asks me.

  I nod. “I know. I know it’s even more important than marriage in the club world. It's the greatest honor a woman in the club can have.”

  “You are the President’s ole lady. That means you are above everyone in my world, my life. I would kill for you; I would destroy everyone in my path if they dared harm you.”

  “Help me put it on?” I ask, taking it out of the box, hugging it to my chest for a second before handing it over to him.

  I turn around letting him slip it over my arms. The feeling I get when this cut slides over my arms is one of pure contentment.

  This is what I am meant to be.

  “This was made for you; this life is made for you, baby.” He stands back admiring me.

  “I know.”

  His eyebrows raise. “You do?”

  I move until I am standing directly in front of him, gripping his cut. “Oh yeah, you are home. Wherever you are, I am with you. This is your life. It's mine. This is where I belong.” I bare myself completely open to him.

  “Baby,” he says in the softest voice, so much emotion in it. “What this means to me, you will never fucking know how much.”

  “I know Gage, I know.”

  He lifts me off the floor, his arm banded across my back. He kisses me and I sink into the kiss. I will never grow tired of his kisses.

  There is knock at the door, interrupting the moment. “Be right back, I have to kill whoever is at the door.” He taps my ass on the way out.

  I think it’s safe to say that Gage is an ass man.

  I walk to the top of the stairs, peering down to see who it at the door. I see a figure; he steps back and Penelope walks in. “Can you play dolls with me, Uncle Gage?” she asks.

  “How do you feel about me making some cookies while you guys play?” I ask her walking down the stairs.

  “Can I help you?” she asks me.

  “Of course, you can sweet girl.” She takes my hand and I lead her into the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients, premeasuring for her.

  Gage lifts her onto the bar in the kitchen so she can reach the top of the counter. It makes me happy that she is doing so well considering everything that happened to her.

  “Uncle Gage, can we go to Disneyland?” she asks him and her eyes narrow when she catches him stealing some chocolate chips from her bag.

  “What are you doing?” she asks him.

  He looks at me for help. “I just took a few.”

  She giggles. “Daddy steals my food all of the time too.”

  That’s sweet.

  The door opens and Royal walks in and he spots us in the kitchen. “I wanted to make sure it was okay, her coming over.” Royal has a strained look on his face.

  I look at Gage to see if he notices the same thing. He walks out of the kitchen taking Royal with him to talk.

  “Do you want to take some to the clubhouse for the guys? I know Knight will love some.” She beams at the thought of Knight. “Yes, and Andrey, he is my best friend.”

  I think of the huge very intimidating man. “Oh he is?”

  She nods. “He plays dress up with me, he looks so cute with bows in his beard.” I can just see this huge man with bows in his beard.

  She has all these men so wrapped around her finger; she is precious. The video of her getting taken haunts me though.

  I know Cindy did her best, but until her mom is out of the picture, I don’t think I trust her to keep her safe. Maybe she can work with me at the club? I can keep her preoccupied while I do what I need to do. I will bring it up to him later.

  Penelope spoons the cookies onto the cookie sheet and I peek back at the guys. Both are pissed over something.

  Gage catches me looking and waves me over. “I will be right in the living room. Yell for me when you’re done,” I tell Penelope.

  I walk to Gage and Royal. “What’s going on?” I ask.

  Royal looks at the ceiling. “Penelope’s mother is sending me to court once again for custody of Penelope.”

  Anger hits me. She had her kidnapped and that was so traumatizing for her. “Want me to handle this? I can make her life hell and they will laugh in her face for even suggesting it.”

  Royal nods. “I just want her to leave my baby alone.”

  This has pissed me off and it’s not good to piss me off. “Consider that shit done. I can hack into the court and get it thrown out.”

  Royal laughs. “I am so glad you have found her.”

  Gage pulls me to him, hugging me. “Damn right I am.” I smile snuggling into him. “Royal if you ever need someone to watch Penelope, she can spend the days with me while I work.”

  He looks relieved. “Cindy quit which I can understand so I will be taking you up on that.”

  “River!” Penelope calls for me. “That is my cue to go.” I leave them and help Penelope put the cookies in the oven.

  I sit with her at the table and she shows me her doll. “She is a pretty baby. How old is she?” I ask, playing along as she puts the baby in the crook of my arm.

  “She’s three months.”

  I smile at her cuteness; she has the cutest little freckles on her nose. “She is a pretty baby, just like her momma.” She beams at me with the compliment.

  Royal has done an amazing job with her; she is a sweet girl. The timer dings letting me know the cookies are done. I get them out and set them on a rack to cool.

  “Daddy! Uncle Gage. The cookies are done!” she yells for them. She is doing a little jig while I plate them for her.

  She runs to the table and I follow behind her with a glass of milk. I sit it in front of her. “Here you go.”

  The guys come in and go straight to the cookies, eating them straight from the rack. “These are delicious, Penelope,” the guys praise her.

  “Thanks,” she says shyly.

  How freaking adorable. I put the rest of the cookies in the bags for the guys. “I have them bagged for you,” I tell her setting them in a small tray. “I made Andrey an extra big one since he is your best friend.”

  The guys start snickering and Penelope is annoyed. “Men can wear bows in their beards,” she sasses them.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” I agree with her and she looks proud that I had her back.

  “Ready to head to the club? Penelope and I are going to walk.” She runs up and takes my hand while I carry the tray.

  Royal looks at me grateful. “You girls have fun.”

  Gage kisses my cheek. “I will see you soon, baby.”

  We walk hand and hand down the trail to the clubhouse, the guys are following behind us very slowly on the bikes. I don’t think she notices but I spot them.

  One of the guys named Terror opens the door. “I made you some cookies.” She hands him a bag.

  “Thank you, baby girl.” He rubs the top of her head, opening the bag.

  These guys are total sweethearts when it comes to her. She spots Andrey and runs straight over to him. “I made you these.” She hands him a bag.

  Every time I see him, his face is void of emotions but with her, he is smiling slightly. “I love chocolate chip,” he tells her and I swear she almost floats out of the room as she leans forward. “I got you a pretty blue boy one, it’s more manly,” she whispers to him very loudly and everyone hears.

  “Thanks, I always wanted a blue one,” he plays along with her.

  That’s precious.

  Next, she goes to Reaper, another scary guy in the club. He doesn’t speak but takes the cookies from her with a slight smile. One by one she gives them cookies, saving Knight for last who is back in his room.

  She knocks on the office door. “Uncle Knight, I made you something.” He drops everything he is doing so he can go to her. “Wow for me?” he says dramatically, taking them from her.

  “Uncle Knight, can I sit with you and play doctor?” I’m long forgotten after he takes off, putting her in the rolling chair next to the bed and he plops down on it.

  I leave them to it. Every one of the guys is eating their cookies and talking amongst themselves. Gage and Royal are standing next to Reaper trying to get him to join the conversation.

  I wonder his story, but the look in his eyes lets me know that something bad has happened, he has not had it easy.

  “Hi, guys,” I say when I approach them. I can feel the guys staring at my cut. Gage pulls me into his side and he turns to everyone. “It's official guys as you can see, she is my ole lady.”

  All the guys cheer, congratulating us. “Are you guys ready to ride?” Gage asks everyone.

  They all yell and walk out of the clubhouse. “Penelope is with Knight.” Speaking of the devil, they walk out of his office, and she runs straight to her dad. “Hi, Daddy.” She lifts her arms, and he picks her up.

  “Tell everyone bye, baby.”

  She waves at everyone and he takes her to the back of the club toward the play area. “Royal wanted to stay with her?” I ask.