Making Choices (Black Shamrocks MC Book 2) (26 page)

“Come with me. I have something to show you.”

Dragging him to his ensuite bathroom before he can answer, I hesitate at the door. I hope that this is the right move. The stark potential for this move to go wrong overwhelms me.

I force myself to shrug it off.

“I haven’t checked this yet, so we can find out together.” I shoot him half a smile, willing him to understand what I’m saying.

“I don’t follow, JJ—”

Leading him into the room instead of replying, I point at the long, white plastic object that’s sitting on the vanity.

“You can do the honors, Lucas.”

He stares at the pregnancy test as if it might jump off of the counter and bite him. His astonishment makes the annoying argument needed to get a grumpy Smoke to stop at the drugstore on the way back to the Clubhouse worth it. Maddi and I had used every feminine wile, persuasive argument, and threat we could think of to cajole him into stopping. He definitely suffers from the same overzealous, irritating, alpha male syndrome that afflicts the rest of the Black Shamrocks.

Luckily Maddi’s pretty good at making them do what she wants them to do, and she’s teaching me.

“Go on—” I coax.

Picking it up, Lucas turns it over in front of both of us.

“Two blue lines,” he says softly. “What does that mean?”

Pulling the instruction leaflet out of the box in the bin, I double-check the section that contains the explanation about the results. I already know since I studied it intently before I peed on the stick, the delay is to give me enough time to find my voice. Verification of my suspicions has rendered me speechless, a lump wedged in my throat, my hands shaking, and my heart pounding.

It’s real now.

“That’s positive, isn’t it?”

Now it’s Lucas’s turn to sweet-talk me.

I nod, tears spilling down my cheeks. Wrapping my arms around his firm waist, I bury my head into his lower sternum. His arms come around me, holding me to him. I can feel him shaking.

We stay like this for a long moment before he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. Kissing me the second our lips are level, our tongues dance together as we hold each other tight. I’m out of breath, lost in our mutual excitement until Lucas pulls away from me, and laughs.

I nip at his bottom lip in response, making him laugh harder.

“What’s so funny?”

“You have no fucking idea how happy this makes me.” He grins, a wide, sincere grin that makes it all the way to his eyes. It wipes away all of the fatigue and defeat that I noticed in them the second he walked through the door. “Doll, this has been the shittiest day in the history of this Club, but you’ve managed to trump all of that shit with two blue fucking lines.”

Knowing how my vision earlier today made me feel, I have a small idea of how he feels at the news.

“All I wanna do is fuck the ass off you right now.” Lucas breathes against my neck before he runs his tongue up the side of my neck, stopping only when he gets to my ear and nibbles the lobe. Sinking his teeth into the soft flesh, the nip of pain sends a shiver through me, goose bumps erupting all over me. He knows it’s a direct line to my pussy so he bites down again, this time dampening my panties as my pussy contracts and my nipples tighten into sensitive peaks.

“Why don’t you?” I whimper when he tilts my neck and nips at it. Kneading my ass as he bites the raised tendons on his way down to my collarbone, I wind my fingers through his long hair.

“The baby. What if I hurt the baby?”

It’s my turn to laugh. What a silly man thing to say.

“The baby is the size of a walnut, if it’s lucky. You might have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, but even you can’t get anywhere near her. No matter how hard you fuck me.”

“Her.” He chuckles.

Whoops. I’m not ready to tell him about the epiphany I had this afternoon.

He’ll think I’m nuts. Well, nuttier than he already thinks I am.

“Him or her. Who knows?” I deflect, wrapping my arms back around his neck and pulling his lips back to mine.

“Where were we?” I ask him, my voice low and seductive.

We kiss again. I can feel him hardening between my legs, the hands he’s using to massage my ass holding me tight against him as he rubs me up and down his growing bulge. Matching his rhythm, I grind myself against him, every atom of my body alight and on fire, my core pulsing and clenching as my arousal heightens.

“Let’s take this to the bed, Doll. You’re gonna ride me tonight. Hard. Fast. After you’ve had my cock down your throat and you’ve brought me to the edge, again and again. After I’ve stuffed you full of my fingers and made you come until you can’t take anymore. Then you’re riding my cock until your legs shake and you see stars.”

“Oh, Lucas. I love your dirty mouth.” I moan.

His words raise my desire to another level, his crude mouth brings a new dimension to our sex. I never thought I’d want to be talked to in this way. I don’t know if it’s Lucas himself, his rough low voice, the words he uses, or a combination of all three, but I can’t imagine fucking ever again without hearing his voice in my ear, telling me to take all of him.

“Hold the fuck on,” Lucas commands.

Wrapping my arms and legs tighter around him, I cling to him as he walks out of the bathroom, and throws me down on the bed. Crawling over me, he kisses me as if I’m his source of life before gripping the bottom of the T-shirt I borrowed from him and pulling it over my head. Removing my yoga pants and lace panties, he then slides his jeans and boxers down his legs, kicking them across the room. Falling to his back on the bed, he seizes my waist, lifting me over him and placing me down so I’m straddling his naked hips. 

His hand in my hair, he yanks my face down toward his. I move to kiss him, thinking that’s what he wants.

Serious, ice-blue eyes peer into mine.

“Change of plans. I want rough tonight. I
need
rough tonight. Hardcore, take-every-fucking-thing-you-have-to-offer-and-then-take-some-more rough. I want you to fight me. Scratch me. Bite me.” His tone is needy, but unapologetic. “You up for that?”

“Anytime. Anywhere,” I reply, not even bothering to hide the grin that spreads over my face at his words.
I’ve been waiting for this.
Although each time we fuck is more intense than the last, I’ve been aware that he’s been holding himself back—despite my best efforts to make him lose control. I dabbled in rough sex at university, being manhandled, spanked, and occasionally gagged, but I’ve never met a man who seemed capable of giving it to me as rough as I wanted it until Lucas.

Lack of trust and fear of being thought a freak also held me back from exploring my interest in the more taboo side of sex until now.

I don’t have those doubts with him.

“You want me to stop. You say stop. Don’t fucking toy with me, because stop means stop.”

Pausing I consider his words, and then nod.

I’ve read about safe words and using the color of stop lights to slow things down, but I can’t imagine Lucas messing around with rules and safe words. He’s too straightforward.

Stop means stop.

Sounds good to me.

“Okay,” I moan my agreement when he slides his hand between my legs, stroking my clit.

Throwing my head back, I close my eyes when he strokes me again. My eyes fly open when he grasps my throat and squeezes. Fear rises in me, and I wrap my hands around his wrist, holding tight in case he squeezes harder. Staring down at him, doubts surface. He’s so much bigger than me, so much stronger. He meets my gaze with flashing eyes, his excitement at my uncertainty increasing my doubts.

“You up for this?” he questions again.

I don’t answer because I don’t know if I am.

What is a turn on to me when I’m watching porn has become scary now that I’m confronting it in real life.

If I’m afraid when he holds my throat, how am I going to handle everything else he has in store?

Squeezing my throat when I don’t answer him, he pinches my nipple with his free hand. This isn’t the typical bite of pain that Lucas inflicts—this is meant to hurt.

And hurt it does.

When I shift above him from the pain, he holds me in place by the throat and pinches again. Harder.

Even as my mind registers pain, my clit responds, throbbing with expectation. I gasp as I grow wetter, the gasp becoming a full-blown groan as my arousal deepens to a new level.

When Lucas increases his grip around my throat and pulls the nipple he has clamped between his fingers, my only focus is the corresponding ache in my pussy. He stretches my nipple as far as it will go, my breast pulling away from my body. The slight throb of pain matches the delicious pulsing of my clit, warmth spreading through my lower belly.

“I said, are you up for this?” he rasps, lifting his hips up and grinding against me. “Make a choice, JJ.”

His eyes glitter, full of mischief.

He knows my doubts are dissolving.

He’s toying with me.

Two can play that game.

“I don’t know. I’m scared—” I whisper as I rub my slick pussy up and down his erection. Although taunting, my words come from a place of honesty.

He meets my movements with his own, a riot of sensation making my inner thighs quiver.

My need to climax is increasing by the second.

“Being scared is what makes it so much fun, Doll. Choose to give yourself to me. You know I’ll make it worth your fucking while.”

It’s always this way between us.

I get scared. He shows me how to channel that fear.

He’s helped me deal with Ollie, face my father, embrace my surprise pregnancy. Maybe he can help me explore this dormant side of my sexuality? Thinking about all the things I’ve done since I met Lucas, things that I’d only contemplated in my wildest dreams before him, I make a choice.

Letting go of his wrist, I let my arms hang by my sides.

I’m open.

Vulnerable.

“I choose you.”

Without another word, Lucas’s hand tightens around my throat.

Flipping me onto my back, he drives his hard cock into me. I'm aroused but not fully, my desire having died slightly while we were talking. He forces his way in, my channel stretching to accommodate his surprise entry, a small, delicious stab of pain breaks across my lower belly when he fills me to the hilt.

I scream. It burns; his cock not sliding as easily as it usually does since I'm not as wet as I could be.

Clamping his other hand over my mouth to silence me, he pulls out, leaving just the tip inside of me before he slams back in. Over and over, he pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in.

Holding my throat with one hand, his hand clamped over my mouth, he torments me with his measured, precise strokes. I can feel every inch of him, bottoming out with each thrust.  

The feeling is indescribable.

Lucas is so big and strong that the futile resistance I offer when I slap against his shoulders and attempt to press my legs shut achieves nothing.

I’m helpless—at his mercy.

It feels wrong, but it leaves me dripping wet.

Even though I'm enjoying every second of his torment, my natural inclination—my base instinct—is to fight for some control. Raking my nails down his back, I slap his face when he doesn't acknowledge me. My fighting is nothing more than a further enticement to him, his expression lights up when I slap him again.

Grunting with each upward thrust, he removes his hand from my mouth when he pulls out of me. I was beginning to clench around on him, holding him tight with my vagina walls as his hard hips rolled over my aching clit with each stroke. The last thing I wanted was to lose his cock when I was so close to coming.

Making my displeasure known with a hiss, I'm rewarded with a stinging slap to my inner thigh followed by a slap on my pussy. Drawing a jagged breath through my teeth, I'm left moaning when he rubs the stinging away, slipping a finger into me, curling it upwards so he can touch that little spot inside of me that makes me lose my mind.

I quiver around him, almost at the point of detonation when he leaves me hanging again.

Throwing me onto my stomach like a rag doll, he presses me into the bed with an arm across my spine, forcing his way between my thighs, jamming himself back into me.

Hands around my throat, Lucas tilts my head back painfully, making my back arch involuntarily.

Using his hold around my neck for leverage, he pistons into me, his strokes becoming one long, drawn out assault on my overwrought pussy.

I just want to come, but he keeps stopping when he feels my climax nearing.

“Fuck, yeah. I can feel you holding me tight.”

Sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of my shoulder, I squeal when he bites down again.
Firmer.
My pussy clenches again when the pain in my shoulder sends a shockwave of pleasure straight to my clit. “You love this. You’d let me do anything to you. You’re a fucking masochist. I fucking
knew
it.”

His words stun me.

Am I? I’ll admit that I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Every part of my body is on fire, overly sensitive, and begging for his touch. He couldn’t ram his cock into me any harder than he is, but I want him to try. I want him to make it hurt
even more
.

It’s a craving I didn’t know I had until now.

“Fucking love this. Fucking love you.”

His words push me over the edge, my core clamping down on his cock, my thighs quivering as fire spreads through my lower belly. Riding wave after wave of my climax, I scream, the sound that leaves me unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, my orgasm hitting another level when Lucas pulls out of me and slaps my clit.

Flinging me on my back, he latches his teeth around my clit, sucking and biting as he pushes four fingers into me. Riding his hand, I’m done for, when he wrenches another two consecutive climaxes from me.

I’m barely coming down from the heaven he just sent me to when he throws my legs over his shoulders and pushes back into me. Pumping furiously, he grasps my hips so he can pull me to him as he drives himself to his release. Every so often he lets go of my hips to slap my ass or my inner thighs, his smacks landing on my pussy with sporadic timing, and making me squeal with pain-laden desire.