Ghost (A Steele Riders MC #6) - C.M. Steele Page 0,39
stood up with his cock still hard and his dress shirt hanging over it.
“Yes,” I whispered, nervously anticipating his reaction.
He growled and then hollered, “I’m going to be a dad!”
“Well, before we start having a welcoming party, could you put away your baby maker?”
He started tucking away his cock and fixed his shirt. “Sorry. Yes. God, I love you, my sexy, brilliant, amazing wife.” I stood up, feeling his release between my legs and loving it.
“Time to celebrate.” We went down and enjoyed stealing kisses and dancing until I grew too tired.
Chapter 20
Ghost
“Drop the panties, now,” I growled, stepping behind my sexy wife and running my nose under her ear. I sniffed the column of her neck, loving the quickening of her pulse.
“But I have to go into the clinic today,” she moaned as I brushed my fingers over her biceps.
“Not yet. I said lose the panties, wife.” Her body shivered whenever I called her wife. She knew my tone and the one single word. I’d had to work overnight and had just got in the door. It was these stolen moments that made my day. One hour between the time she left and the time I entered the house. We had to make it count. She grabbed the edge of her panties, slowly wiggling her cute ass out of them and then sliding them down her perfectly soft legs. With her ass bent over so nicely for me, I couldn’t wait and dropped to my knees, staring at her little petals peeking from below. I gripped her thighs and licked her seam, stabbing my tongue into her heat.
“Fuck, Rick, I’m so close.” Popping her ass back and spreading her legs, she opened up for her man.
“Good because I need you so fucking badly.” I pumped two fingers into her pussy and she spasmed around my tongue, coming hard on my face. I picked her up and carried her to the window seat and slammed into her from behind, fucking her thoroughly until we were both coming again.
“A bad day?” she asked as I pulled out of her warmth.
“Yes, because my sexy woman will be gone all day,” I grumbled.
“I’m only there until one. I’ve been put on an easy schedule even though I’m not far along.”
I rubbed my little man in her almost completely flat belly. “Do you want me to drive you in?”
“No. I’m still feeling good enough to drive the five minutes away.”
“Okay. Call or text me when you get into the office. I’ll walk that way and meet you. We can go eat out, then we’ll come home, and I’ll eat you out again.”
“Mr. Martinez, I love you.”
“I live for you, my love.” I crushed my mouth to hers before she hurried back to the shower to wash up. I didn’t want her to get a rash.
Once we said our goodbyes, I stripped down out of my uniform and passed out on the bed. My alarm was set to wake up at noon so that I had enough time to shower and walk over to the clinic.
Sleep came easy after the long night I had, so when my alarm had me jumping out of the bed, I felt like I’d slept through the whole day.
I made it down to the clinic with a few minutes to spare, thankfully. Well, at least for me. The fucker ogling my pregnant wife wasn’t going to be so fortunate. I’d worn my patch over a black tee and jeans with a pair of leather boots. It was a wedding present from The Riders to both of us.
I loved when she’d wear her cut. Property of Ghost. It turned me on every damn time to see her sophisticated ass still dressed in her pencil skirt, heels, and button-down top with her hair in a bun and her cut on her. Seeing this bastard made me think she should wear it all the fucking time.
“Do you have a fucking problem?” I asked in a low grunt so no one else could hear me.
He spun around, and I nearly lost my shit. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I’m here to talk to my girl. She’s being stubborn,” he bit out in anger.
“Your girl?”
“Yeah, Dr. Grace Holden.”
“Get the fuck out before I rip your heart from your chest and make you eat it.”
“What the hell is your problem? Take a hike before I make you.” The ex-boyfriend got in my face.
“Get the fuck out of my face before I kill you.”
“Okay.” He stepped