“Why aren’t your eyes closed?”
“Can’t follow you if my eyes are closed, Sunshine.”
“Well, close them now, please,” I said, and kissed him quickly.
He did as I requested, and then Hawk pulled the cover off his surprise.
“You can open them now,” I said.
“Are you fuckin’ shittin’ me?” he virtually squeaked.
“Not even a little bit,” I said.
He circled the vintage bike, his expression one of awe. “Is this really a 1928 Indian Hill Climber?”
“Yep,” Ace said. “Found it down in Salem, and Mav and I picked it up last month.”
“It needs a lot of work,” I rushed to say, suddenly feeling a little insecure about my exorbitant purchase. “But you’ve been saying you wanted a project—”
His mouth was on mine before I could even finish my thought. I slid my hands in his hair as I was lifted high enough to wrap my legs around his waist and promptly carried out of the shop and up the stairs to our private room.
“Hatch,” I said between kisses. “The bike—”
“Can wait,” he growled, setting me on my feet. “Right now, I’m gonna fuckin’ show you my gratitude.”
I shivered in anticipation. “I can live with that.”
He threw off his cut and pulled off his shirt, while I slid my T-shirt over my head, then unclasped my bra. Licking my lips, I ran my fingers between his pecs. He reached for me, unzipping my jeans and pushing them off my body, panties and all.
“On your back, Sunshine.”
“No,” I argued and knelt in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down his legs. I wrapped my fingers around his hardening length and slid my hand down, cupping him before taking his cock into my mouth. Hatch hissed, fisting his hands in my hair.
I took him deep in the back of my throat, my mouth watering almost as much as my pussy, and dragged my lips up and down his length, licking the pre-cum off his tip before taking him deep again.
Hatch tugged my hair gently. “On your knees.”
I’d learned pretty early on in our relationship that he was in charge in the bedroom, and I was thrilled by his bossiness when it came to sex, so I immediately went there. Hatch guided himself inside of me and I dropped my head back at the sensation.
“So fuckin’ wet.” His palm connected with my bare bottom and I whimpered and pushed my body back against him.
“Love the bike, baby,” he said, burying himself deeper. “Didn’t think I could fuckin’ love you more.”
I didn’t get the chance to respond as he slammed into me again, his palm slapping me a little harder this time and the sensation overtook everything. Sliding one hand between my legs and fingering my clit, I came the second the palm of his other hand slapped against my bottom again, crying out while he continued to thrust into me. His body locked and he wrapped his arms around me, gently rolling us to the side and nibbling the back of my neck.
“So, you like the bike,” I deduced, and Hatch laughed, turning me to face him.
He stroked my cheek and his eyes got soft as he said, “I love you Maisie Wallace. I’d love you even if you didn’t spend a fuckin’ mint to buy me that bike, but I do love the bike.”
“It wasn’t quite a mint,” I said.
“You know what I love more, though?”
“What?”
“The fact you went to all those lengths to surprise me.” He kissed me gently. “You bring me to my knees, baby. In the best of ways.”
“Technically, I was the one on my knees.”
He shook his head. “You really can’t take a compliment, can you?”
I smiled. “Guilty.”
“Not gonna beat a dead horse about you drivin’ here, but I need you to promise you won’t do that again, sunshine.”
“I can do that, darling. I should have trusted Hawk to keep the secret.”
“Yeah, baby, you should have.”
“But I can’t say I regret rushing over here... I’ll take a thorough fucking as punishment any day.”
Hatch laughed. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I leaned over and kissed him. “And I win.”
From our first Christmas together, we’d been competing to out-Christmas Christmas. So far, Hatch had won all but one year, because he was so incredibly sentimental and romantic, and I just wasn’t. But this year, I was pretty confident I’d won.
Hatch slid off the bed. “It’s not Christmas yet, Sunshine.”
I sat up with a shrug. “Doesn’t matter. I win.”
He grinned as he dragged on his clothing. “You that confident, baby?”
“Well, I was.” I bit my lip. “What have you done?”
“Me?” he asked, all mock innocence and shit.
I jumped off the bed and slid my arms around his waist. “Did you buy me a pony? Because a pony might give you a lead in the contest, but if it’s not a pony, then I win.”
He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “You’ll have to wait until Christmas morning.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I hate waiting.”
“I’m aware... further proven by the fact you couldn’t wait to show me my surprise.”
I donned my clothes and said, “I had to do that.”
“Yep, sure you did,” he deadpanned.
I gripped his cut and grinned up at him. “That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.”
“Doublin’ down. I like it.” He kissed me again and stroked my neck. “Come on, baby, I’ll drive you home. A couple of the recruits can bring my truck back tomorrow.”
“Where’s the Christmas truck?”
“Safe,” he said. “I’ll tell you the story on the way home.”
I nodded and followed him out of the room, then down to the great room where Hatch spent some time hugging his brothers and thanking them for keeping the secret, then he led me out to my car and took me home... where he thanked me some more.
Dani
The morning of the party, I woke up with a tightness in my belly and a general uncomfortableness, but I refused to say anything to Austin, because he’d just freak out and overreact. The same thing happened with Archer, and Austin had rushed me to the hospital three times, in less than a week, before the doctor said not to come back unless my contractions were less than five-minutes apart. I thought my man’s head would explode... or he’d kill the doctor, so I’d had to keep my pain to myself for several weeks and it wasn’t easy.
“Baby, you ready?”
I took a deep breath, and called out, “Yep!”
I ran my hands over my stomach and took another couple of deep breaths before heading down the hall and into the foyer. Austin grinned, holding my coat and helping me into it. Once it was over my shoulders, he placed his hands gently on my belly, leaned down, and kissed me, before standing with a frown. “You’re rock hard, baby.”
“Am I?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You in pain?”
“No.” It wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t in pain right at that second.
“We should call the doctor.”