Chapter 9

The second I walked into Oakley's place, I was practically attacked by a white ball of fluff. He ran up my body, and when I automatically curled my arms under him to keep him from falling, he plopped down like a king on a throne. Then he purred at me, and I had a feeling it was a demand to pet him.

Oakley had mentioned that her Snowball was spoiled, and I'd been prepared for him to try to scratch the hell out of me. I certainly hadn't expected him to take a liking to me, so much so that when I tried to put him down, he raised his head and hissed before dropping it down again to relax.

"Okay, buddy," I grunted. "Let's get one thing straight. You may have Oakley wrapped around your little paw, but this shit won't fly with me. Now, you're going to let me put you down so I can pack you up and grab some of your momma's stuff, then I'll take you to her."

Snowball blinked at me a few times as if he was trying to decide what to do next. I would swear in court that he nodded regally, giving me permission. Which was impossible.

"Now you're imagining things, Lawson," I muttered. This time, when I bent over to set him down, he jumped out of my arms and stretched before marching over to a soft bed and curling up in it.

Shaking my head at the ridiculous cat, I went about throwing all of his stuff into a box I'd brought with me. Then I cleared out Oakley's bathroom and grabbed as many of her clothes as I could to fill up two duffel bags. After taking those down to my truck, I returned to the apartment to get his highness.

Snowball was waiting by the door when I walked in and immediately scurried up my body, forcing me to cradle him or let him fall. "Sneaky little motherfucker, aren't you?"

He looked at me with the same indignant expression I'd seen on Oakley's face earlier. Then I reminded myself that cats don"t have expressions and wondered if I should have my head examined.

Carrying Snowball in one arm, I grabbed the bed he'd been lying in and walked out into the hall. I shut and locked the door, then made my way down to my truck and headed back to the compound. I'd been away from Oakley for nearly an hour, and I was already feeling anxious. I'd have to put a fucking tracker on her and nanny cams all over our home, or I'd never get anything done. I'd be too busy worrying about her all the time.

When I returned to the compound, I ignored the grins of the few brothers I happened upon when they saw the white fluff in my arms. I went straight to my room and found Oakley sleeping peacefully in my bed. She was on her stomach, with one arm flung out to her side and the other curled under her head. The sheet barely covered her delectable ass, and one of her long, shapely legs was uncovered and bent at the knee. She looked fucking edible. But I told myself to back off. She'd been a virgin, and I'd been pretty rough with her. She needed to rest.

I set Snowball's bed on the ground and placed him on it, then hurried back to my truck to bring in everything I'd packed. When I returned, Snowball was curled up against Oakley's side in the middle of the bed.

"Oh no, your majesty. This is not how this works," I growled. Quickly, I stripped, then picked up the cat and set him back on his bed. Climbing into mine, I turned Oakley so her back was to my front and wrapped myself around her.

I felt the soft thump when Snowball jumped onto the foot of the bed, and I raised my head to glare at him. He blinked at me a few times, then took one step toward us but stopped when I growled. After an intense stare down, he yielded to me as alpha and circled twice before curling up to sleep at the end of the bed.

Sighing, I considered kicking him off, but I had to give him something after the way he backed down, so I left him alone. It didn't take me long to fall asleep with my woman snuggled up against me. But sometime in the night, I woke up with her ass pressed against my long, thick cock that was throbbing with need and my hand between her legs.

"Fuck," I rasped when I realized my fingers were drenched in her arousal.

"Kendrick," she moaned and squeezed her thighs together.

Lifting my head, I whispered in her ear, "Are you sore, baby?"

She quickly shook her head, and her thighs clenched again, making me groan as I dipped two fingers into her slippery channel. "Just…just…I ache," she whimpered.

"I got you, baby," I growled as lust built up inside me. I started moving my digits in and out, intending to finger her to an orgasm and go back to sleep. But when she cried out as she fell over the edge, I lost all reason.

Hooking an arm around her top leg, I lifted it and thrust my bare rod deep into her pussy. Then I curled her leg back to drape over mine, leaving her wide open. My hips moved in a steady rhythm as I caressed her, plucked and twisted her nipples, and kissed any skin I could reach. But eventually, my climax approached, and knowing I could get her pregnant sent me into a frenzy. I slid my hand down to her pussy and pinched her clit, sending her into a spiraling orgasm that had her screaming my name as she convulsed in ecstasy.

I managed to wait until she was coming down from her high before I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and set her legs on my shoulders. Then I slammed home with a shout of bliss. I went so deep that I bumped her cervix, and that was all it took to lose control.

Bellowing her name, I exploded inside her, releasing copious amounts of come. The hot seed splashing into her womb set off another orgasm in Oakley, and she cried out again as it crashed over her.

Afterward, I flipped us over so she was sprawled over my body, and I was still sheathed in her heat. As we fell asleep, I promised myself to let her rest. But sometime in the early morning, I woke up hard and buried in her pussy. It would have been impossible not to fuck her one more time.

After a few more hours of sleep, I woke up to an empty bed and frowned, but relaxed when I saw Oakley again curled up on the couch, wearing my T-shirt, and reading a book.

"Morning, baby," I murmured as I sat up. "How are you feeling? Are you sore?"

Her cheeks turned pink as she met my eyes, and I fought not to grin so I wouldn"t embarrass her more. "Um, only a little." Then she smiled even as her face flushed, and she admitted, "It's a good kind of sore, though. More like I'm…um…stretched, which makes sense since…" She trailed off as she gestured to my cock, which was tenting the sheet with my morning wood.

I couldn't help the grin this time, and it made her blush even harder. "That's good, baby. You'll always be snug, but you'll stretch easier with time." My smile turned wicked. "And a lot of practice."

Climbing out of bed, I winked at her before yanking on my leather pants, not bothering to button them. "I'll be right back. Gotta hit the head."

Oakley frowned and ran her eyes over me. "Do any of the old ladies or club bunnies stay here?"

I laughed, pretty sure where she was headed, but wanting to make her come right out and say it. "Mac's never allowed club bunnies, but even if he had, they'd have been long gone the moment Bridget stepped foot onto the compound. But yeah, some of the girlfriends or old ladies stay here on and off."

"And you just go traipsing around undressed like that?"

"What if I do?"

Oakley huffed, and I bit my cheek so I wouldn't laugh again. "Well, well, you…um…you shouldn't!"

Finally giving in to my smile, I prowled over to my woman and bent over her, pressing my fists into the back of the couch on either side of her. "Are you jealous, baby?"

Oakley looked like she was going to protest, but then she sighed and dropped her eyes to her lap as she admitted, "Yes."

"Baby, look at me." When she didn't do as I'd demanded right away, I growled, "Oakley."

She raised her eyes to mine, and twin spots of pink bloomed on her cheeks.

"See you being possessive of me…it's hot as fuck."

Oakley's lips parted in surprise before she grinned. "Really?"

I dropped a lingering kiss on her lips before murmuring, "Oh yeah. If your tasty little pussy didn't need a rest, I'd show you just how much I like it when you get jealous."

She swallowed hard and started to say something, but I put a finger over her lips.

"No. Be good now," I admonished. After giving her another quick, hard kiss, I grabbed a shirt from the dresser and pulled it on as I walked out into the hall.

Scout was just leaving the room he stayed in when he wasn't at home. Seeing me, he turned back and shouted, "You owe me fifty bucks, kitty cat!"

Then he grinned at me. "Cat didn't think you"d be able to talk sunshine into your bed last night."

I started to roll my eyes, then frowned. "Sunshine?"

Scout shrugged. "Cat's idea. Said it was the perfect nickname for your woman, and she's never wrong."

"Don't you forget it!" Cat shouted from inside the room, making Scout grin even wider.

"Hear you're pussy-whipped these days too."

I growled, irritated at anyone talking about my woman and pussy in the same sentence. No one should be thinking about her that way except me. "Don't talk about Oakley like that."

It wouldn't have surprised me if the smile he was sporting had cracked his face open, it was so big. "I wasn't talking about Oakley."

To my complete and utter horror, my cheeks heated when I realized he was talking about Snowball. Someone who saw me last night must have told him. I shook my head and scowled to cover up the blush. "Whatever it takes to make my woman happy."

Scout's expression filled with respect. "Happy for you, brother. Gotta say, I wasn't sure you'd ever find a woman willing to put up with your grumpy ass."

I flipped him the bird and disappeared into the bathroom, ignoring his raucous laughter while I took care of business. After washing my hands and brushing my teeth, I went back to my room to find Oakley pacing, her expression thoughtful.

"I was thinking…"

"Wouldn't have guessed that," I drawled, winking when she tossed me a glare.

"Anyway, I know you can't tell me everything because it"s club business. But if you could just tell me exactly what evidence you are looking for, I could—"

"No fucking way," I snapped.

"But I have access, and no one would notice me. So you wouldn't have to break in—"

"Not a fucking chance in hell, Oakley," I snarled as I stalked over to stand in front of her. I crossed my arms and looked down, a stance that would intimidate most people. But Oakley just looked up at me like I was annoying, which made me want to laugh and growl at the same time. "You are not going back to that office."

"I have to finish my internship to get into a good law school!" she cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"We'll figure something else out," I told her, not willing to budge.

"I just want to help," she sighed.

Cupping her face in my hands, I stared into her deep brown eyes, making sure she heard every one of my words. "I will not ever knowingly put my woman in danger. Especially not when she's pregnant."