Black Wings MC: The Novel (Motorcycle Club Romance) (10 page)

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Well, maybe now that you’re the woman of the house, we can fix that problem.” He said with a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss me.

“
So tell me about your trip to Mexico. What did you guys work out with the cartel?”

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First we talked about the child sex trafficking stunt that Santiago tried to pull. Miguel had no idea that Santiago would do something so sick. Since Santiago is dead now, Miguel gave us his word that nothing like that would ever happen again.”

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That’s good. What else?”

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We discussed the shipments that come through Area 51 and the frequency. He wanted to offer us a price right off the bat but we wanted to know exactly what we were dealing with before we would accept an offer.”

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Smart move, so what did you agree on?”

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Miguel wants the amount of shipments to increase in frequency. That means the Black Wings will have to work harder to get more shipments around Area 51 without getting spotted. We’ll have to have more guys handling the shipments than usual. Normally Animal, Skull, Doom or I would go and handle all of the security measures for the shipments ourselves but we only had to do it once a week or every other week.”

“
How often do they want to ship?” I asked. I liked it when he talked Black Wings business with me. It made me feel like he trusted me.

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They asked to ship two to three times per week.” He sounded a little hesitant.

“
Is that bad?”

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Not exactly. Since the cartel is no longer dealing with La Familia to talk to us for them, they don’t have to pay them anymore. La Familia was just a middle man. Since they’re no longer part of the equation, the cartel wants to pay the same price as they did before so it just means a little more money for us.”

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And that’s not good? You made it sound like you guys were rakin’ in the cash before.”

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We were, and that’s not really the problem. The problem is that they want to do shipments so frequently; it increases the risk on our end getting those shipments around Area 51. They were basically asking us to do it for peanuts. The cartel didn’t pay La Familia that much.”

“
Oh. I see.” I wasn’t really sure what to say at this point but he seemed like he wanted to vent about it, so I lent him a listening ear. “So did you ever come to a price agreement with them?”

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Sort of. We’re still hammering out all of the details but I think we can make things work.”

Chapter Thirteen

Our First Appointment

I scheduled my first visit with an OBGYN. Shadow insisted that I had the best doctor that money could buy. His name was Dr. Murphy. While Dr. Murphy was one of the best doctors in New Mexico, he was a bit older than I would have liked. I wanted to use my regular doctor, Dr. Quinn, but Derek wouldn’t have it. Dr. Murphy was highly recognized within the American Medical Association and had written countless books and spoken at hundreds of lectures.

My appointment was on a Wednesday afternoon. I asked Derek if he would like to come and he immediately said yes. I think he was more excited than I was; probably due to the fact that it wouldn’t be his feet in the stirrups. The cartel had scheduled their second shipment under the new agreements for that afternoon so I was quite surprised when he jumped at the chance to attend my doctor’s appointment.

While we were waiting for the doctor, Derek received a phone call. It was Animal calling, letting him know that the cartel tried to pull a fast one on them. Animal said that they had agreed on two crates for that shipment but the cartel brought five.

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That wasn’t the deal. They’re going to have to pay extra for the additional three crates.”

The conversation was silent for a moment and then Shadow replied, “Well don’t accept the crates unless they have the cash.”

Animal must have said something that upset Shadow. “I don’t care what they say Miguel said! Do not accept them unless they can pay for it!”

He ended the call right as the nurse called my name to go back to see the doctor. Inside the room, I asked Shadow what the phone call was all about.

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The cartel is trying to bring bigger shipments than we agreed upon and they expect us to take them at the same price that we had talked about.”

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I heard you tell Animal not to take them unless they had the money to pay for it. Did they have the money?”

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No. They didn’t. Let’s not talk about this anymore. Miguel really pissed me off. I’m going to deal with him directly once we’re out of here.”

We remained silent, looking at the posters on the wall that illustrated the nine months of pregnancy. I couldn’t believe that the little blip inside of me was going to grow into an actual baby. The doctor walked in and greeted both of us.

“
Hello Mr. and Mrs. Newton.” The doctor said as he shook both of our hands.

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Actually, it’s Ms. Newton. We’re not married.” I darted a sneering look at Derek. Obviously he didn’t care that we weren’t married, even though I was going to have his child.

“
All right then. We’ll get started by taking your family history.”

As he continued to ask me questions about my family history and my current pregnancy symptoms, I looked over at Derek to see if he was even paying attention. To my surprise, he was listening very closely.

“
I’d like to perform a pelvic exam. Would you like your boyfriend to step outside?” Dr. Murphy as he glanced over at Derek.

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He can stay if he’d like. It isn’t like he hasn’t seen me naked before.” I chuckled.

“
I’ll stay.” Derek answered.

After the doctor completed my pelvic exam, he measured my belly—from the navel down to my pelvis.

“
Would you like to hear the baby’s heartbeat?” Dr. Murphy asked as he smiled at us.

We both answered at the same time. “Yes, please.” The doctor pulled out all of the necessary equipment to listen to the baby’s heartbeat and placed a probe-like instrument on my abdomen. Within moments, we were hearing the little blip’s heartbeat. My face lit up like a Christmas tree, and so did Derek’s. It was the best sound that I had ever heard.

When my appointment was over, the doctor scheduled me to return within four weeks and advised me to eat healthy foods and get plenty of rest. Derek decided to take me to lunch to celebrate our first doctor’s appointment.

“
So what did you think of Dr. Murphy?” he asked me as the waitress placed our drinks on the table.

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Well, he was nice enough but he’s a bit old. I really would like to see my own doctor.”

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But Dr. Murphy is the best. Don’t you want the best care for our baby?” he said as he grinned at me.

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Of course.”

We made small talk during the rest of the meal while we enjoyed each other’s company. It was so nice just sitting and enjoying a meal with him. It almost reminded me of the night that we met at my brother’s bonfire. He could be so romantic, when he wanted to be. I guess that’s how he swept me off my feet.

When lunch was over, we headed back to our house to spend a quiet evening alone. I had gone grocery shopping before my appointment earlier that day and had decided that I would make us a romantic dinner at home. He said that he would like to have more home-cooked meals.

At dinner, I headed into the kitchen and started gathering all of the ingredients that I would need for the special meal that I had planned for us. Derek was preoccupied watching TV and hardly paid attention to what I was doing. As soon as the food began to cook, the aroma of steak wafted into the air. I heard him walking towards the kitchen.

“
Mmmmm, smells good. What’ya cookin?” he asked as he placed his arms around my waist.

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I thought I’d make us a special dinner tonight. I’m making steak with twice baked mashed potatoes, corn and a dinner salad.”

His eyes beamed. I could tell that he was happy.

“
Well it smells great. I can’t wait for dinner.” He said as he kissed me passionately while holding me against the kitchen counter.

“
Be good.” I warned him. “You know what’ll happen if we keep this up.” I said teasingly as I smiled at him.

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Oh yeah? You’re a big girl. I bet you can manage to multitask.”

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Behave. Wait until after dinner.”

He was relatively calm during dinner but I could see the hunger in his eyes; he wanted me. After we enjoyed our meal, I began to clear the table and clean up the kitchen. I didn’t make it very far. As I was putting the plates into the dishwasher, he grabbed me from behind and began kissing my neck as he held me by the waist.

I spun around and began to kiss him back. As we made out, he began to remove my clothes while we were still standing in the kitchen. After he slipped my shirt over my head, he began to unhook the clasps of my lacy black bra. Thanks to my pregnancy, my breasts were a bit bigger than usual. My swollen breasts spilled over the tops of the cups. I allowed the straps to fall down my arms until my bra was lying on the floor. Still passionately kissing, he grabbed my breast and began fondling it. Soon, he began trailing kisses down my neck until he reached my bosom. He leaned down and took my breast into his mouth as if it were his last meal. As he savored my nipple in his mouth, I grabbed a handful of his hair as I drank in his rich, clean scent.

His hands slowly wandered down my back until he reached the top of my jeans. Unbuttoning them, he took my opposite breast into his mouth, giving full attention to both of them. He began tugging on my pants as I worked with him to get out of them. Before I knew it, I was wearing only my panties. He reached his hand down between my legs as he caressed the outside of my panties; my wetness was already apparent as I was very aroused.

“
I see somebody likes being desert”, he said as he continued playing with my lady parts through my sheer panties.

I spread my legs to give him more access. As I bent down to begin kissing his neck, he slipped his hand into the front of my underwear and began circling my clit with his finger tip. A gasp escaped my throat as he drove me crazy. I was aching to have him inside of me. I began working his zipper but before I could get his jeans off of him, he removed his hand from my panties; leaving my body wanting him even more.

“
Let’s go upstairs” he whispered.

“
Ok” I whispered back as I grabbed his hand and he led me atop of the stairs until we reached our bedroom.

“
Let’s play a little game” he said as he grinned at me.

“
What kind of game?” I whispered, my body aching to have him inside of me.

“
Do you trust me?” he asked.

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Yes. Why?”

“
Lie down on the bed. I’ll be right back; make sure you’re completely naked for me.”

Without hesitation, I dropped my panties to the floor and crawled into the bed. I was curious as to what he was up to but at that moment, I didn’t care what he had in mind. I needed him. My pussy throbbed with anticipation as he returned. I couldn’t wait for his cock to be buried deep inside of my pussy, filling me with more of his seed.

I saw something in his hands; curious to see what it was, I propped myself up on my elbows. Rope! He had rope. I had always fantasized about bondage and rope play but none of m ex’s cared enough to take their time to play with me in the bedroom. A devilish grin washed over his face. I watched him intently as he walked around the bed, smiling at me as if he was making his plans for me.

He began to tie my feet to each of the bed posts, effectively spreading my legs permanently for him to do with me what he pleased.

“
Can you move your legs?” He asked.

I tried to wiggle them loose but it wasn’t happening. “No, I can’t move them more than half an inch.” I whispered as my breathing became shallow from anticipation. I was so excited.

“
Good” he said as he made his way to the top of the bed.

He grabbed my wrists and tied them together in front of me. I was curious as to why he didn’t tie them to the bed posts or behind my back. He could tell what I was thinking; he was good at reading my body language.

“
I want you to be able to grab me a little.”

Grab him? What did he mean, I wondered. He climbed on top of me on the bed and straddled himself over me. Leaning down, he began kissing me passionately as our tongues explored and probed each other’s mouths. I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him in closer to me as I tugged at his hair.

Once again, he began to trail kisses down my neck to my breasts. This time, he played with one while sucking on the other. How I loved this man, I thought to myself. He was a sex God. As he was on top of me, kissing and sucking on my breasts, I could feel his raging hard-on through his jeans as it pressed against my bare skin.