Murphy(34)

She heard his growl of completion and felt it deep in her womb as his release left his cock, coating her.

He removed the dildo from her ass but left his cock inside her as they collapsed to the bed. His arms circled her waist holding her close.

“You shouldn’t have come tonight,” Tate said.

“It’s not like you gave me much choice. You were gone this morning. I missed you.” He kissed her neck, and all she wanted to do was sink against him.

Letting out a sigh, Tate looked across her room at the plain white walls. “What happens in Vegas—”

“Shut the fuck up about that. Shit like that doesn’t work with us. Did you know Lash and Angel got married there this weekend?” Murphy asked.

Glancing behind her, Tate stared at him. “What?”

“Seriously, Angel and Lash are husband and wife.”

“I thought they were having a big wedding?”

“They couldn’t wait.” Murphy pushed her hair out of the way to kiss her neck.

“I was supposed to be a bridesmaid.”

He licked her neck, nibbling on her ear.

“Angel didn’t say anything, but she was a little upset you didn’t invite her to Vegas with you and Eva. You invited a girl you’ve only just met instead of Angel.” His hand stroked up and down her hip.

“Kelsey’s nice. She’s different.”

“Different, how?” he asked.

“She’s not involved in the club. Angel is Lash’s woman. She’s part of that world. I don’t want to be part of that world anymore.”

“You’re Tiny’s daughter. It makes it part of your world. Besides, you’re my woman, and I’m part of the club.”

Tate shook her head. “No, we’re having sex. This is not part of anything other than a bit of fun.” She felt him tense behind her.

“A bit of fun?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m not serious about you, Murphy. I could never trust you. You fuck everything that walks.”

Her words were a lie, but she said them anyway.

“Say what you want, Tate. I know the truth. I know the real you even if you do try to hide it from everyone else.”

Tears were so close to the surface. Tate batted them away. Tears were not useful. They were a pain in the ass, and she would only end up hurt by them

He pressed a hand to her stomach. “Anyway, I’m not going anywhere because you could be pregnant. I’ve not been wearing a rubber, and last time I checked you weren’t taking any precautions either.”

Tate jerked. She tugged out of his arms and stared down at him, pressing a hand to her stomach. No, it couldn’t be, but she knew he spoke the truth. They’d had sex multiple times without him wearing anything.

How could she have been so stupid?





Chapter Eight



“You stupid fucking bastard.” Tate threw a pillow at him and stormed out of the room. Her face was bright red. Murphy checked her ass out as she walked out. She looked so fucking sexy. His cock hardened at the thought of her pregnant with his child. He’d love for her to have a boy and a girl. Murphy didn’t care which as long as they were healthy and looked like him and Tate.

Hearing dishes and pans crashing about in the other room, Murphy followed her through to the kitchen. She was moving shit around. He’d seen her do this growing up when she had an argument with her father.

“Tate, what are you doing?” he asked. Checking the time he saw it was a little after ten. If she didn’t be quiet the neighbors would complain, which would mean more shit for him.

“I fucking hate you. I hope your dick falls off.” She charged toward him, poking him in the chest as she spoke. “No, I hope you get some disease that rots your dick off and you can’t have any sex, ever.”

He caught her hand, pulling her close. “Why are you so angry?”

“Pregnant? Murphy, I don’t want to have kids with you. I didn’t even want to sleep with you let alone keep up a relationship with you.”

Her words stung.

“There was a time when you loved me,” he said. “You wanted me, and you wanted this.”

Wrapping an arm around her back, Murphy stared down into her glistening eyes. She looked so lost and scared.

Her lip quivered. “I wanted everything with you, Murphy. I wanted the big house with the white picket fence and the shitty neighbors who gossiped behind our backs.” She stopped to take a breath. “I thought we’d have a house full of kids, boys and girls. We’d get married, and everything would be perfect.”

“Everything can be perfect. We can have those things, Tate.”

She shook her head. “No, we can’t because I wanted all of those things, and then you went and joined The Lions. You put the club first, and I get that.”