Conley (Heartlands Motorcycle Club #8) - Frankie Love Page 0,24
the ceremony and dive into bed. He makes me feel so damn sexy.
“You look pretty good all cleaned up,” I tease. I know these suits were not a popular choice, but Conley is pretty good at doing what I want.
The ceremony is a beautiful blur. Lydia sings Dolly Parton’s Love is Like A Butterfly, her soft soprano washing over us. When Wrath asks us to exchange our vows, we make tearful promises. We exchange rings and I slip the gold band on Conley’s finger, feeling overwhelmed at the love I found in a real man like him.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Wrath declares, and everyone stands, clapping as Conley lifts me up into his arms and carries me down the aisle.
“Before the reception,” he says, growling in my ear, “think we can consummate this marriage?”
“God, I hoped you would say that,” I pant as he carries me into our farmhouse, over the threshold.
In our bedroom, he lifts my dress, his fingers running over my wet pussy. I’m so eager for him to fill me up and make me his. I can’t believe I am really, truly his wife.
“I have to tell you something,” I moan as I sink down on his cock, my back against the wall.
“What is it baby?”
I beam at him, my legs wrapped around his body, our hearts one. “We’re pregnant.”
“Hot damn, Cali.”
“Are you happy?”
He chuckles. “Baby, I’m not just happy. You made me a husband and a daddy in one fell swoop. I couldn’t be happier.”
He kisses me then, and with his cock inside me, his mouth on mine, and our hearts beating against one another, I feel like the luckiest bride in the whole wide world.
Epilogue 2
Conley
Five years later…
Becoming a father for a second time in my fifties makes me feel younger than I have in years. And somehow, when I knocked my girl Cali up, I did it nice and good. Because we didn’t just make one baby — we made three.
Triplets.
Now they are four years old. Traydon, Thor, and Tucker. Wild little boys who are ready to cause a ruckus wherever they go.
“Papa,” they shout, running up to me in the garage. “Mama made pie!”
The farmhouse was the best purchase I made in my life — and that’s saying something, considering all the bikes I’ve bought. But this place gives the boys plenty of room to run.
River is out of high school now, off to college — planning on going into law, of all things. I admit, when he started talking about wanting to be a lawyer, Cali and I gave one another wide-eyed looks. Hell, the son of a motorcycle club president and a courtroom doesn’t seem like a match made in heaven — but River wants to make sure kids grow up safe, away from abuse and neglect. I gotta say, he is a real fine young man who knows right from wrong.
And Calico couldn’t be more proud. Hell, somehow she and I ended up being the luckiest two people in all of Seneca. If her car hadn’t broken down on the side of the road, we might never have met.
Fuck, a life without her wouldn’t be worth living.
I set down my tools and wipe my hands, leaving the bike I’m working on, and follow the boys to the house. In the kitchen, Calico is swaying her hips, singing along to a song on the radio, her eyes lit up with light and love.
“Smells good in here,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist, and pressing her to the kitchen counter. I kiss her, my cock aching to drag her upstairs.
“Bet something tastes good too,” I add with a teasing smile.
She laughs, batting me away. “I made strawberry rhubarb. And the boys helped make vanilla ice cream.”
“Sounds good, but not quite as good as you sound,” I growl in her ear.
“Later,” she says with a smile as she bends over to open the bottom-drawer freezer. She shakes her ass more than necessary and I pat her behind before reaching for spoons and bowls.
We eat outside on the patio, the boys talking about their cousin Catherine, the oldest of Killian and Daisy’s kids. I turn to my wife. The sun is setting around us.
“You think we can put the boys to bed soon?”
She smiles. “Hey, boys, hurry up with dessert. Bedtime is in ten minutes.”
They groan. “Mom, can we—”
“No arguing,” she says, no nonsense. I chuckle, loving the way my girl takes control of a situation.
Later, we are in the bedroom and I reach for her hands. “You are such a good mom, you know that?”
She sighs, lifting her sundress over her head. “It’s been a long day,” she says.
“Let me take care of you, baby,” I say, running my hands over her perfect tits, wanting my girl to come the way I know she needs. I massage her breasts, sucking her nipple. It’s nice and hard. Mine.
“Come here,” I say, leading her to the bed. On her back, she looks so fucking gorgeous, I can’t believe I am her man. “Tonight, I’m gonna take good care of you. And tomorrow, we are taking a long drive on my bike.”
She lifts her eyebrow. “You got a sitter.”
I run a hand over her hips, then spread her knees, her perfect pink pussy bare and ready. “Of course I did. Thought we could go to Hollow Oak Hill and have a picnic.”
“Isn’t that where all the kids go and skinny dip?”
I chuckle, my cock a hard rod, ready for her slick cunt. “I’m young at heart, that’s gotta count for something.”
She giggles beneath me, stroking my cock and pressing her lips to mine. “It counts for a hell of a lot, Conley.”
“Good. And tomorrow, don’t wear any panties.”
She licks her lips, moaning as I begin to fill her hole, remembering the day all those years ago when she rode my bike with a bare pussy. “Your wish is my command, Daddy,” she pants.
I lace my fingers with hers, our bodies joined as one, our hearts beating in unison — our souls one. Fuck, I love this girl. Now, and forever.
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JACKAL
Coming August 2020
There’s only one girl I want. And she’s way too good for me.
Lydia is the sweetheart of the Heartlands and she’s nothing but innocent.
And me? I’m nothing but trouble.
As a teenager I did time for a crime I don’t regret.
Killing my stepfather was the only the way to protect my ma.
When I meet the bikers of Heartlands Motorcycle Club, it was like I’d finally found my people.
But I’m keeping a secret. When our new club rivals, the Burning Devils, find out where I’ve been all this time, I can’t keep hiding the truth.
They want to avenge my stepfather’s death. And kidnapping Lydia is their idea of payback.
I’ve been to prison once — I’m not scared of going back.
But I’m goddamn terrified of losing the girl I love.
Dear Reader,
Jackal is a wild-at-heart hero ready to show Lydia what it means to be his woman. She’s ready to take a leap of faith if it means jumping into his arms… and his bed. This double virgin romance is nothing short of filthy-sweet.
xo, frankie
About the Author
Frankie Love writes filthy-sweet stories about bad boys and mountain men.
As a thirty-something mom who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.
She also believes in the power of a quickie.
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