20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Mackenzie

“ C all it a late wedding gift.” Aleko nestles his chin into the dip between my neck and my shoulder, something that’s becoming a habit but I’ll never complain.

With his arms around my waist, his palms resting against my stomach, there’s no place I’d rather be than with my husband. Our surprise—to me—wedding wasn’t how I ever pictured the day, but honestly, it was perfection.

No stress of planning for months on end, no spending a small fortune on an uncomfortable dress to wear for half a day and needing help to use the bathroom, and no family dramas.

Everyone we love was there, my dress was better than I could have imagined, and while it may have seemed odd to the outside world that there was a wedding the day after a funeral, to us it was needed. Although I missed Vanessa, she did tell me how happy she was for us when I spent some time with her the next day. We’ve all been taking shifts, making sure someone is close to her at all times, and I’m honored to be in the rotation because it’s an acceptance I never thought I’d get.

“It’s…fuck. It’s beautiful, Aleko.” The thing that has me gawking and almost speechless is the cherry-red custom-built motorcycle in front of me. I recognize the exhaust first, making me realize this is the bike that disappeared from Aleko’s living room a few weeks ago. The one he’s been building from scratch for fuck knows how long.

Now that the Irish are pretty much eliminated, and with Mr. Beaufort nowhere to be found, we have spent more nights alone in Aleko’s house than at the compound. Kinda like a honeymoon, which I said we really don’t need, but he insisted. In his words, he wanted to fuck me endlessly in every room and on every surface of his home, and only then would it be fully ours. We achieved that by the end of the third night here.

Turning in his arms, I wrap myself around him, pushing my fingers into the back of his head. “Thank you.” He squeezes my ass as I rise to my toes and press my lips against his so hard it could bruise. That’s not enough for him, and his tongue finds its way into my mouth.

I’ll never deny my husband any part of me. Not anymore.

However, it’s mid-December, and this may be my last chance to take a ride for a while, especially if we get snow this winter. Despite this being an unusually warm day for this time of year, I don’t trust those rain clouds to stay away. I reluctantly end our kiss with the goofiest grin on my face, realizing why he was so eager for us to get our riding leathers on this afternoon.

“You gonna name her?” Aleko spins me back to facing the shiny new motorcycle, his words tickling the skin just behind my ear.

“Scarlett.” Yup, that feels right. Seeing as I no longer need to go by the fake name, I may as well use it somewhere.

He chuckles and the grip he has on my hips tightens. “If you stay here poking that thing into my crotch for much longer you won’t be riding Scarlett any time soon because I’m gonna pull your pants down right here on the lawn and you’ll be here riding me for the foreseeable future.”

With a final wiggle, the hard cock I can feel between my cheeks is evidence enough of his words. I laugh, plant a quick kiss on those plush lips of his, and pull out a cherry sucker from the pocket of his hoodie. The supply he has is endless, I swear he has them hidden away everywhere. Ripping it from the packet, I suck on the cherry candy, wrapping my lips around it and letting it pop on the way out before pushing into his waiting mouth. He shakes his head and slaps my ass as I saunter over to my shiny new motorcycle, making sure to sway my hips for him.

I know it works, because he growls low, “Behave.” I swear the single word is the on switch to my clit because I have to take a moment as I reach my new motorcycle.

It’s bittersweet, standing here. Everything is so different and yet the same as the last time I did this by myself.

The physiotherapy sessions have worked wonders for my thigh and I straddle the bike easily. I won’t be doing any wheelies or tricks anytime soon, but I can ride, for now.

Bandit and Ninja are with Aleko, in a new pouch made to fit them both more easily, but I’m hoping to take them on a ride of my own someday. The way Bandit took it in his stride the first time cemented the fact that he was meant for our little family. After the ride through town the day before yesterday for Prez’s funeral, he even took some coaxing to wake up and climb out of the pouch.

Starting up the engine brings another smile to my face as the motorcycle vibrates between my thighs and I look beside me. Aleko is on Philia, wearing the helmet I fucking love with the face of a devil on it, his eyes peeking over his neck tube. Seeing him like this does things to my insides. He’s a glorious man and I’m lucky to be married to him. With a tiny shiver of excitement, I slide my gloves and helmet on, pushing down the visor and making my baby purr.

What I’d really love to do is ride for miles on end, through the afternoon, the night, and right up until tomorrow morning when the sun begins to rise, but I’m not fucking stupid.

The handlebars and foot pegs are perfectly set from my seat position, making it even clearer that this was made for me. With one foot firmly on the ground, I squeeze the clutch, using my other foot to kick down into first gear before twisting the accelerator.

Aleko is quick to follow me, then rides beside me and in front of me, weaving down the roads from his—our—house toward the beach. I’m assuming the bag Mom gave him when we were at the compound earlier was full of the same picnic food I saw him pack into Philia when he thought he was being sneaky. I’m happy there will be food, and that he hasn’t planned a long ride.

Twenty minutes later, we both park beside a rickety looking wooden pathway to the beach. The weather isn’t particularly on our side because, while it isn’t freezing cold, the dark clouds aren’t showing any signs of disappearing. What it does mean though, is we’re alone out here. All the sensible people aren’t visiting the beach today.

I pull off my helmet and gloves, unzipping the top of my riding suit and kicking down the stand of my motorcycle.

“Hey, little dudes. You wanna play?” Lifting my leg up and off the seat, I smile at Bandit and Ninja poking their little noses out of their pouch. They patter onto Aleko’s waiting palms before jumping off onto the sand.

“Get your fine ass over here, Cherry.” Leaning against Philia, one foot lifted and resting behind him and his helmet still on, he opens his arms out and beckons me to him.

This is what wet dreams are made of.

“You mean, this ass?” I tilt my hips and palm my butt cheek, staying in exactly the same spot.

Even with his helmet still on, I can practically see the smirk and eyebrow lift from just his stance alone.

“How’s your balance?” Still not going to him, I slowly strip out of my riding suit, sure that we’re in an area we won’t be easily found or seen.

Pulling at each finger of his gloves individually, Aleko takes his time before ripping them off, followed by his helmet. The eye contact is insane and every fiber of my being is vibrating with anticipation.

“Get. Your fine ass. Over here.” Each word comes straight from the back of his throat after he’s pulled down his neck tube from his face.

I’m trying to embrace the light chill in the air, still thankful it hasn’t gotten colder with the evening drawing near as I stand here in a black tank top and crotchless panties. I ordered them from a great new website I found online for moments like this. Being semi-covered in public feels better than going commando, especially seeing as I’m wearing so little anyway. Not even a dress to cover myself up if someone decides to pass by.

However, Aleko’s pale blues are glazed over, full of lust as they graze over my body. He makes me feel powerful in every way, and even when I’m on my knees for him he treats me like a queen.

The man is simply irresistible, but I hold off for just a little longer, wanting to try something we haven’t done yet before it becomes impossible.

“Sit on Philia and take out your cock.” I’m feeling bold, adventurous, and the thrill that someone could actually see us just makes this more exciting.

“Oh? So it’s like that, is it?” He smirks, but he does what I asked, unzipping his riding suit and adjusting it enough to pull out his thick cock.

If it was warmer, I’d take my time tasting him, but that can wait for later tonight, when we’re in the comfort of our home.

I walk with what I’m hoping is a seductive sway toward him, unable to resist sucking his dick into my mouth for a few seconds before straddling him on the motorcycle.

“That’s more like it.” He grins before leaning forward, catching my bottom lip between his teeth. Gripping the back of my head, he scrunches my hair into a fist, maneuvering me so he can nip and kiss my neck and jaw. “I like the new panties.”

I grin and reach down, wrapping my palm around his shaft between us and begin slowly pumping. There’s some pre-cum, and I use my thumb to bring it down over the rest of his cock.

Controlling my head, Aleko moves me again so he can kiss me, or devour me—same thing. Either way, the kissing, combined with the way I’m rubbing my clit over the tip of his cock, is going to have me coming all over him in no time.

“Ride me hard, baby,” he growls into my mouth, grabbing my ass with the hand not tangled in my hair and pulling me onto him.

The pleasure-pain sensation is electric as my pussy stretches around his cock.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream around his tongue, sucking on it before exploring once more, our mouths fused together.

Aleko’s thigh muscles are tense where he’s keeping us and the motorcycle stable as I ride him as hard as he asked for. Up and down, with a little rotation to rub my clit against his pelvis. He controls all my movements, the hand squeezing my ass and the one gripping my hair keeping me close to him. Not that I want to get away.

Tingles build from my curling toes, shooting up my legs and down my spine, meeting in the middle and causing an explosion of pleasure to ripple through me. Aleko grunts once, twice, exhaling on a deep growl as my body is still in aftershock from the eruption of my senses.

“You’re fucking perfect, Cherry.” He places one, final, sensuous kiss to my lips before he rests his forehead against mine, his palms holding me securely in place at the waist.

We’re both breathing heavily and I can’t contain my giggle. It’s involuntary, but it feels so good with him still inside me. This is the perfect moment.

“You’re gonna be a daddy, Aleko.” I grip his wrists and bring his palms around to my stomach. I did like, five tests this morning to confirm it, and while it may seem soon, it feels like a miracle to me.

We’re being given a second chance.

“I guess you could call it a late wedding gift?” I laugh, repeating what he said to me earlier.

“I’m gonna be a…? Fuck, Cherry Pie. You just made me the happiest fucker in North Carolina.” Grinning, he grips my cheeks, kissing me hard and fast, then he notices I’m shivering a little. “Get dressed. We’re going for a coffee—hot chocolate for you—and I’m calling Jonesy to bring a truck.”

“Why?” His reaction makes me chuckle. He’s trying to be authoritative as he lifts me from him, whipping off his neck tube and sliding it between my thighs to catch any fallout.

“Because you just took your last ride on Scarlett, Philia, or any bike until that baby is born, Cherry Pie. And I know we’ve been doing this whole growing-as-people thing, but right now, I need to control how this goes down for both our sanities.” He’s completely serious, but I can also sense the nerves in his tone.

I get it, I’m scared as fuck too, and this time, I’m happy to follow every rule he has for me.

“Okay.” I can’t keep the smile from my face as I pull my riding suit back on.

“Just okay?” The way he raises that sexy ass motherfucking brow says he doesn’t believe me fully, but he’s willing to try. Just like I am.

“Yup.” I shrug.

“Let’s go grab a hot drink before Jonesy arrives. There’s a place about a ten minute walk away from here.” Aleko holds out his hand for me and we link fingers, squeezing each other affectionately. “Ninja!” Both rats come at the call, scurrying out from where they were huddled in my helmet. I kneel to let them both crawl up my arm, and they make quick work of jumping across to Aleko, climbing into his hoodie.

We walk in a comfortable silence, stopping every few steps for a quick kiss or a grope like we’re teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other until we get to the door of a small coffee shop.

It opens just as we approach and I swallow hard at what I see.

Aleko’s grip on my hand tightens and my eyes widen in surprise.

“It’s been a while, Kenz. Glad you didn’t die.”