28. Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Mackenzie

“ O h my God, that’s as good as being woken up with your dick inside me.”

Aleko grumbles and stops massaging my feet and lower legs, looking up at me from the bottom of the bed.

“Don’t lie, Cherry. There’s nothing as good as when my cock is surrounded by your warm pussy. Do you need a reminder?” He grins and presses his thumb into the pad of my foot, continuing the massage.

“Mmm. You could just do that for a little longer.”

I roll onto my back, away from my new pillow fortress that makes sleeping on my side comfortable, and realize I’m not raised enough to see him over my bump. With only a month and a half to go now, my stomach feels giant.

“What my birthday girl wants, my birthday girl gets.”

His hands move from my feet up to my lower legs, one on each, gently massaging my muscles. I’m going to suggest we try blindfolds at some point because every touch, every gentle slide of his finger, feels like so much more without watching him.

I’m in a very different place for this birthday, physically and mentally, but sharing it with Aleko like this, again, is something I hope never changes.

Leaning down, he lifts one foot and kisses the top of my arch, following the same line as his fingers and working his way up to my knee. He repeats the action with the second leg, over my ankle, across and up my shin, then he continues up my inner thigh, stopping a whisper away from my pussy lips.

Again, he does the same with the other leg, this time starting at my knee, and when he finally reaches the part of me begging for his attention, he gently blows over my clit, making me moan and tilt my hips for more.

My cell begins vibrating on the bedside table, but there is no one else in the world I want to speak to in this moment because I have Aleko right here already.

“They can wait,” I pant, threading my fingers through his hair and letting my head roll backward.

“On your hands and knees, Cherry.” Aleko kneads the flesh of my thighs before helping me sit up and get into position. I thought moments like this would be awkward while this pregnant, but if anything, it’s just more. The trust that we’ve built is like something from a fairytale and each gentle touch as he helps me move is simply another way he loves me.

He makes sure there is a cushion beneath my bump so that I’m comfortable, then he spanks my bare ass.

I gasp, simultaneously shocked and turned on, spreading my knees farther apart so he can see how wet I already am for him and encouraging another spank.

“Does my needy wife want a reminder of who she belongs to before we have to be sociable?”

“Mmmhmm.” I wiggle my ass a little from side to side and arch my back slightly. “Ow, did you jus—?

He bit me. He bit me on the ass cheek.

“Is it bleeding?”

He’s chuckling, but peppering kisses all over my back, his long fingers spreading across my skin as he caresses every inch of me all at once.

“No, baby. But it’ll leave a bruise. We should tattoo one when Baby Psycho is born because I fucking love how my teeth look on your ass.” To make his point, he kisses and licks the bite and all around it.

The small sting of pain is worth the pleasure, proven when his warm mouth finds my core.

“Oh, God. Yes.”

Aleko takes his time, flicking the tip of his tongue across my clit and making me cry out each time it makes contact. Pushing back against his face doesn’t help him speed up. If anything, his touches become agonizingly slower, lighter, until he chuckles again.

“Aleko.” His name is a plea from my lips, full of want and need.

“Okay, baby.” His deep voice vibrates against my flesh and I gasp when he sucks my clit into his mouth, quickly followed by his fingers sliding into my pussy.

Pure contentment spreads through my body and my toes curl as Aleko feasts on me, pushing a finger against my asshole, and I fucking detonate.

“Fuck, shit, yes!” I’m panting now, trying to ride through my orgasm, and as soon as I feel the head of Aleko’s cock against my entrance, I find myself pushing back onto him, ready to be full of him.

He takes the hint, slapping my ass lightly at the same moment he thrusts all the way in, holding himself still for an agonizing amount of time. Though, realistically, it’s probably only like a second before his thick cock slides out, leaving just the tip.

I groan out in frustration, eager, no, needing to be filled over and over.

The bastard chuckles yet again, slapping both palms down onto my ass cheeks and gripping firmly before slamming into me.

“Oh, yes.”

I love the rumble that vibrates through him when he enjoys my screams, so I embrace every sensation flowing through my senses and allow myself to make all the noises Aleko evokes.

“That’s it, baby. You take my cock so well.”

The thrusts get faster and he reaches around to pinch my clit. It’s all I need to explode, coating his dick with my release. He follows me over the edge, his movements erratic, and I feel myself tense around him, squeezing out every last drop of cum. I have to consciously keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from pure ecstasy, the sensations almost too much.

Aleko slowly slides out, immediately holding a soft cloth at my entrance to clean me up.

“I’d love to push that back inside you and make more babies.”

“It doesn’t work like that when there’s already one in there.” His scowl—as if the principles of biology are inconvenient to him—has me chuckling as I carefully roll onto my side. Aleko spoons me, placing a soft kiss against my shoulder as he wraps his arms around me.

“Do you really need a baby shower for your birthday? Can we just stay here all day?” I can’t see his face, but I just know he’s pouting.

“Vanessa organized it and ordered that each and every member is there.” I sigh and sit up, turning to look at him lying there, all tattooed and naked and sexy as fucking all hell. Turning his question back on him, I ask, “Do you really want to go against Vanessa’s wishes now that she’s making a huge effort to involve herself again?”

Anticipating my needs, Aleko sits up and climbs across the bed, then stands in front of me, holding out his palms to help me up. He winks, smirking like a goofball, before leading me to the bathroom.

“You have a great point, Mrs. Kastellanos. We’ll go to the baby shower, once I’ve given my baby a shower.”

It’s June, which means it’s fucking hot outside. And being the size of a freaking whale isn’t helping. The many gazebos are extremely welcome though, and the hand fan that Spencer delighted in presenting me with when we arrived isn’t bad either.

Being hot and irritable may be my main M.O., but Bear has the barbeque on, the snacks are plentiful, and I’m surrounded by a fuck load of people who have become my family. Ninja and Bandit are up in our suite, settled in their bed with the air conditioner on. Lucky fuckers.

I just wish the brothers weren’t so on edge. I get it, this whole Beaufort situation isn’t ideal but since Griffin’s death, they’ve installed so much security and upped their rotation watches so much, it’s almost suffocating. But it’s fine, it’s for our safety and I won’t fuck it up this time.

“Why do we have to drink from baby bottles again?” Crow eyes the offending object in his hand, which is almost empty of the beer Violet poured into it a few minutes ago.

“Because that’s what people do at baby showers.” Vanessa still has her bad days, but today isn’t one of them and her bite with the brothers is back. And while she may not be the president’s old lady anymore, she’ll always be a part of this club and hold their respect as such.

“I like it.” Grinder sucks at the teet of his bottle with wild abandon.

“Is that cause it’s a lifesize replica of your dick?” Sledge roars with laughter, as do many of the others, but true to form, Grinder doesn’t look offended.

“Nah, man. But if that’s what you wanna imagine as you suckle on the teet that you describe as my cock, go right ahead.” Grinder wags his brows and they all laugh, ribbing each other mercilessly and making the sweat running down my back worth it.

“I thought that Emily chick was supposed to be coming today?” Flower sucks at her bottle and sits beside me, on the opposite side to Aleko, who has been dutifully refilling my water whenever it gets low and is probably on his third cherry sucker in the last hour. Flower has been spending a lot of her time away from the compound working, but she’s using this as her base while she’s in North Carolina. Something about the vibe here being bitchin’.

“Yeah, but she called this morning. Had a meeting or something this afternoon that she couldn’t get out of.” I shrug, remembering the call with her after our shower this morning. After her generous offer to sponsor my racing team, I figured I’d continue to give her the benefit of the doubt. She’s a lot less nervous these days, and like Vanessa, I suppose, she’s had a bit of a grieving period seeing as her husband is still missing. There’s also the whole running his company thing and likely cleaning up a lot of his messes. The smiley face drugs are still rife, but Spencer confirmed there haven’t been any deaths from it for at least a couple of months.

“She works in an office, right? Who the fuck arranges a last minute meeting for a Saturday evening?” Flower rolls her eyes and shakes her head, not asking the questions for any answers.

“Is that Emily?” Vanessa lights up my whole world when she hands me a paper plate with two chicken legs, a hamburger, and a hotdog. I nod, eyeing the food and dropping my attention from everything else. “That’s a shame, I was looking forward to meeting her.”

“You’re not missing out on much.” I nudge Aleko in the rib for his jibe.

“What in the actual fuck are they for?” Bash points out a whole heap of balloons waiting to be blown up that Kincaid and Jonesy are placing in piles across one of the waist-height brick walls surrounding a small tree and flowers.

Groans start from the brothers until Hoops clears his throat, basically telling them all to shut the fuck up so Vanessa can explain this next baby shower game to them.

“Get yourself into teams of five. You’ll each take it in turns to blow up your balloon, stuff it up your shirt, then pop them one by one. First team to blow up then pop all five, don’t have to use their baby bottles for the rest of the evening.” Vanessa grins, pleased with herself. And I’ve got to say this is one hell of a baby shower slash birthday.

“Why aren’t you getting into a team?” I raise my brows at Aleko.

“Because I’m sitting here with you.” He grins as though that explains everything, rolling the sucker around his tongue so the stick twists and turns.

“I wanna see you play.”

“I’ll play with you.” His grin turns feral, and fuck me, that single brow arches beautifully.

“As tempting as that is, I wanna see you play the game!” And holy crap is it tempting. Fanning myself is only cooling me down so much. “I thought you said this morning that what the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets?” I do my best attempt at fluttering my eyelashes, but it only makes that handsome smile spread wider across his face.

“Okay. For you.” Aleko pulls the sucker from his mouth and kisses the crap out of me, earning some hollers and whoops from his brothers, before standing and joining them.

Vanessa organizes everyone who’s playing into teams. Shade is with Crow, Diablo, Violet, and Boner. Grinder insisted he and his housemate were on different teams to make the competition more fun. His words. He’s with Kincaid, Spencer, Bear, and the most handsome man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Aleko. Shaking his head with a smirk as he’s handed a balloon. The final team is made up of Hoops, Bash, Jonesy, Sledge, and Flower.

Taking Aleko’s empty seat beside me, Vanessa gets comfortable. Mom and Sabrina are just the other side of her, with equally large smiles on their faces. Watching everyone have fun and eat their food seems to fill their cups.

“Now decide what order you’re going in…get ready…go!” Vanessa calls over the background music, and the teams begin.

Violet, Hoops, and Aleko are first to blow up their balloon, with their teams cheering them on.

“C’mon, Violet, blow harder,” Boner encourages.

“Bet that isn’t the first time she’s heard that before.” Crow makes a rare joke, making them all laugh, and I love that I’m seeing more moments like this with the Sons.

Aleko and Hoops manage to tie a knot in the end of their balloons and shove them up their shirts quicker than Violet.

“Take the fucking nails off, Vi. If Grinder’s team beats ours, I have to do his laundry for a fucking week!” Boner is really into this whole game, the veins on the sides of his neck protruding with his frustration at Violet’s balloon tying skills.

Bear and Flower are next, and my mouth drops in shock at how quickly the balloons grow. Shade starts blowing his up a few seconds later as Boner shouts, “Finally!” But he’s now way behind my man’s team, because I swear Bear only needed one blow.

Spencer’s next, and he blows like a pro. I’m just waiting for Grinder to say something. They’re all still cheering on their teams and Vanessa chuckles beside me.

“How’s the new cabin coming along?” I am continuously fanning myself, even as the night draws in, it’s still fucking hot.

“Just the electric and a few other things left to organize and I think we’re good to move in.” Vanessa’s smile makes me happy, but wait…

“We?”

“Your mom and Sabrina are my new roommates.” She shrugs, the smile unwavering.

“Mom didn’t tell me that!” I look around Vanessa to Mom, who is giggling away as she watches the game, but she heard, and she glances at me sheepishly with a light shrug. I turn my attention back to Vanessa. “But congratulations, ladies. When do you think you’ll be in?”

I make time to eat the offering Vanessa handed me earlier, taking a bite out of one of the chicken legs perfectly grilled by Bear.

“I think Shade said about a month or two.” She sighs heavily, looking to the floor for a second and closing her eyes before shaking herself out of it. “I’m excited.”

I believe her, but I also don’t. Her pain is still a daily struggle, even on the good days.

“Are you still keeping the sex of the baby a secret?” Vanessa switches the conversation to me, and that’s okay.

“Yeah. We don’t even know. When the doc asked, I couldn’t bring myself to say yes. I’m just happy there’s a healthy baby in there.”

An almighty roar erupts and I watch as Grinder stabs the balloon beneath his shirt with a knife he just pulled from his boot. He’s about two seconds faster than Jonesy for Hoops’s team, and already gloating big time as Boner’s the last to pop his balloon.

“Three experienced blowers on our team, brothers, what did you expect?” Grinder points to himself, Spencer, and Kincaid.

“I can’t even argue with that.” Spencer laughs, shaking his head as he makes his way over to grab some food.

“Team Baby Psycho for the win!” Grinder shouts out, grabbing cans for him and the others and throwing their bottles in the trash.

Aleko is quick to return to me, but he doesn’t ask Vanessa to move or anything. No, the man spreads my legs and sits on the ground between them, bringing my knees onto his shoulders so he can massage my calves.

He kisses one, then the other, and twists to look up at me, that panty-melting expression doing things to my insides that even a wiggling baby can’t compete with.

“Happy birthday, Cherry Pie.”

I smile, unable to contain the pure happiness spreading through me.

“Thank you. But Baby Psycho still is not a thing.”

“Oh, it’s totally a thing.”