Ruin and Rise(16)

“Please,” she whispered into the darkness. “I need you, Shakes. I’ll always need you.” She closed her eyes and let her head fall back when he moved his fingers along her silky folds.

He needed to make this good for her because she deserved nothing less. “Look at me when I’m touching you, baby,” he said in a hard voice. He was hardened naturally from the experiences he’d gone through, but he was trying to be the man she deserved.

She lifted her gaze to his, and for several long seconds he didn’t speak. They just stared at each other while he continued to keep a firm, yet gentle hold on her inner thighs. Slowly, he removed his hands from her. Sliding his palms up her body, he stopped right below her breasts. Shakes could feel how fast and hard her heart was beating. Moving onto his knees between her legs, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her cleft. He loved eating her out, loved licking the cream from her pussy, hearing her moan, and reveled in the fact that it was because of him she felt such pleasure.

She tasted sweet and slightly musky, was soft beneath his lips, and he felt this rope in him draw tight before snapping in half. He started licking and sucking at her, wrapped his lips around her clit until she was pulling at his hair and moaning. She moved her hips back and forth, up and down, thrust her pussy firmly against his mouth, and then he felt her explode around him as she came.

“Please, Shakes” she whispered, pleaded and begged into the darkness. “I need to feel you inside me.” She lifted her head and stared at him.

“You’re so beautiful, baby … so mine,” Shakes whispered. “You’re mine, baby. No one will have you but me. Ever”

“I don’t want anyone else to have me.”

Although being gentle with her was coming more naturally than it ever had in his life, Shakes still had to rein in his desire to thrust right into her. She was pregnant with his baby, and he needed to be gentle with her. He caressed her in gentle sweeps of his fingers, mouth, and tongue, until goosebumps formed along her skin.

“Every part of you is mine.” He moved his hands up so they rested right under her breasts. He couldn’t help but continue to tell her that she was his, irrevocably, undeniably. “Look at me.” He waited until she obeyed, and then he caressed her breasts, stroked her nipples, and loved that she arched into his touch.

He leaned up and took her mouth again, and Shakes became lost in the sensations of their lips, tongues, and hands moving along each other’s bodies.

He gripped her chin in a soft hold, waited until she stared into his eyes, and then he spoke. “This, right here, you and me, is what is right. It feels good because you are meant to be mine.” He stared into her face.

“Shakes,” she said his name softly.

And then he kissed her hard and possessively. He wasn’t about to take this for granted. He’d never take her for granted. She was his, he was hers, and this life, with her, was right where he was supposed to be.



Shakes stared at Demon. They’d met at a bar on the outskirts of town. Shakes knew they could have done this at the meeting room, but he wanted neutral ground, wanted to be able to look at his former President without the memories of club life right in his face.

“I have a feeling you bringing me to this piece of shit bar to talk to me about what the club offered isn’t going to go down the way we hoped,” Demon said and leaned back in his seat. This bar was a piece of shit. It was dirty, had crap all over the floor, and the people currently lined up at the bar were already drunker than shit even though it was only two in the afternoon.

“Listen, I want to say up front, before anything else is mentioned, that Daniella wants me to be happy even if that means going back to the club.”

Demon didn’t say anything, just nodded.

“But what I didn’t tell you guys is that Daniella is pregnant.”

“Well, shit, man,” Demon said and ran a hand over his hair. “Welcome to fatherhood,” he said and smiled.

Shakes nodded, thought about being a dad, and he couldn’t help but smile. “Listen, I want to say, all that shit that happened with Zeke, even though I don’t regret taking Daniella and doing what I did,” he looked up at Demon, knowing this needed said. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for not giving a shit about the fact Zeke threatened Deanna and your kid. It was wrong, so fucking wrong, and I wasn’t thinking about anyone but myself.”

Demon didn’t say anything, but his look was hard, thoughtful almost.

“But because of all the shit we went through, what I put the club through, I can’t go back to the club. It’ll make the MC look weak, make them vulnerable.”