Skirt (Ruthless Kings MC #5) - K.L. Savage Page 0,94

me, and instead of crying my name, she whispers it.

The explosion inside her has me almost going cross-eyed. Her cunt is so wet, so tight, a vice gripping me to the point of pain. I have no choice but to fall over the edge with her and fill her up.

“Dawn, fucking hell, yes! Fucking take it, Lips. Take every drop,” I pound into her as my seed leaves my sack, surging out of me at a supersonic speed. “Shite.” I collapse just as Bullseye grunts.

I bury my head in the crook of Dawn’s neck, but I feel turn to watch him come.

So fucking dirty.

“Holy hell,” Bullseye’s voice trembles from her orgasm. “We can do that whenever you fucking want. Every day. For the rest of my life.”

Dawn covers her face and giggles. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just did that.”

“Do ye want to do it again?” I ask.

“Fuck yes, I do. That was hot.”

We all sit there a minute and catch our breaths. Her body is trembling, and she’s still hysterically giggling because she feels so good. Her fantasies might be different than other people’s, but I’m the man who’s always going to make them come true.

Until my last fucking breath, until the last beat of my heart, Dawn will own me.

Shucks, I’m one lucky bastard.

Epilogue

SKIRT

Scotland

Six months later

“It’s going to be okay,” Dawn says as we walk toward my parents’ house. I haven’t seen them in almost six years, not since my brother’s death. “It’s beautiful here,” she says, laying her hand on her pregnant belly.

Shucks, I’m going to be a father. Jesus. I’m terrified. I’m happy. I’m in love. Our relationship might have moved fast for others, but for me, I couldn’t be happier that she’s pregnant. I never took her with a condom, so I knew the consequence.

Part of me wanted her to get pregnant. I wanted to tie her to me in every single fucking way possible. I wanted to claim every single cell in her body that made her, her.

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous.” I’m not even looking at my surroundings. I’m looking at the mailbox that says ‘Blackwood’ in big red letters and the cottage at the end of the dirt driveway. “I can’t do this. My ma hates me, Dawn. She fucking hates me. I haven’t talked to either of my parents in five years. We can go to a bed and breakfast in the city, and I’ll treat ye to a nice day at the spa.”

“You’re going to do that anyway,” she says, rubbing her lower back. She’s been aching since she’s carrying a damn watermelon in the front of her body. Blackwood babies are fucking big. I’m worried that she’s going to get hurt during labor. She looks like she’s about to pop, but she has three months left.

“I am.” I kiss the side of her head, then look down at Aidan. “Ye ready to meet your grandparents?”

He doesn’t even answer me. He runs down the driveway and jumps onto the porch, then rings the doorbell.

“I take that as a yes,” I let out a nervous chuckle.

Dawn slips her hand in mine, and we walk down the driveway. I want to vomit when the door opens and my da steps out, smiling down at Aidan. He looks to see if an adult is close by when his eyes land on me.

“Hi, Da.” I stop at the bottom of the porch steps, the salt in the air breezing over us unlike that day five years ago.

“Boyo,” he says in disbelief. “Oh, son.” My da breaks down in tears, and I get choked up when he slams into me, giving me a bear hug until I can’t breathe.

And I fucking return it.

“I’ve missed ye. Oh, me boy. Let me look at ye.” My da grabs my face and looks me up and down. “Ye look good. Ye look real good.”

“Who is at the door, dear?” my ma comes to the door next, and I freeze. “Rohan?” Ma utters. “Rohan, is that ye?” She takes a step out of the house and holds a hand over her face. Mascara runs down her cheeks as she cries. “Yer back!” She runs down the steps and throws her arms around me, sobbing against my chest.

I’m shocked. I didn’t think she ever wanted to see me again. With confusion, I wrap my arms around her small frame, and sigh in relief. I’m so glad to see them again.

“I’m so sorry, Rohan. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what