Page 26 of Biker's Hostage


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“What is it?”

She took a deep breath and brushed her thumb lightly over my cheek. A small smile crept up her lips before she replied. “I’m pregnant.”

My jaw dropped. That had been the last thing I’d expected her to come out with. Pregnant? She was fucking pregnant? Was this some kind of joke, some twisted game she had been put up to by her father to torture me further...?

But as I looked into her eyes, I knew she wasn’t making this up. There was no way. The way she was gazing at me, with such open sincerity in her eyes, I knew she wasn’t lying to me. I reached down, planting a hand over her belly. She wasn’t showing yet, of course not, it was far too soon for that, but there was still something sacred about touching her like this.

“Really?” I asked her. She nodded.

“Really,” she replied, smiling slightly as she shared the news with me. “I... I just found out. I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I thought my father had already...”

She trailed off again, and I kissed her before she could get the words out. We didn’t need to talk about that, not now, not when I was sharing in this news with her. I could hardly believe it. After all this time, feeling like I was alone in the world, feeling like I didn’t have a place or a connection with anyone... I had a child, a child with a woman who meant more to me than I had ever imagined she would.

“I don’t know what to do,” she told me, finally, her voice cracking as she spoke. I pressed my forehead into hers, squeezing my eyes shut, trying to commit every little detail of her to memory. I knew I wouldn’t have much longer to do it, not before someone caught us, and I wanted to make the very most of it while I still had the chance.

“Do you want this baby?” I asked her. She nodded slowly.

“I’ve never thought about being a mom before,” she confessed. “But I... I know I want this child. I want them with you, Zane.”

I stared at her. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Why would someone like her, someone who had her whole life ahead of her, want that with someone like me? It didn’t make sense. In all the time I had been alive, nobody had ever chosen me—nobody had ever made me their priority.

“What are you talking about?” I replied, and she gazed at me, her eyes welling with tears.

“What do you mean?” she breathed. “You don’t want this...?”

“That’s not what I said,” I corrected her quickly. “I mean... why do you want this? With me?”

She took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes glazed with emotion.

“Because I think there’s a good man inside you, Zane. A really good man. A man who doesn’t believe he’s worth the effort. A man who... a man who got taught when he was a little boy that he didn’t deserve care or attention or love. And I want to prove that man wrong.”

I could hardly draw a breath as I listened to her speak to me. Those words—this was the first time anyone had ever said anything like that to me, the first time anyone had told me there might be more to me than I let meet the eye. There was a reason I had done everything I could to hide that part of myself from the world, and I didn’t intend to let it all come spilling out now, but knowing that she saw it, saw some of the potential that I hadn’t even realized I’d had in me before I had met her, it was almost more than I could take.

All I could do was kiss her. I couldn’t speak. Nothing I could have said would have matched the enormity of those words. I could show her how much I cared for her, though, and I intended to do just that. I didn’t know how much time we had left together before someone would discover us, and I intended to make the most of it I could.

Her mouth softened into a smile as we kissed, like she understood this was the affirmation she had been looking for. She straddled me, legs balancing on the chair I had been tied to all night. This was the closeness I craved from her, and I wanted to lose myself to it, for as long as I could.

Well, just the three of us, if you included the baby.

She deepened the kiss, and I slid my hands to her waist, feeling the soft curve of her body beneath my touch. Every movement, it felt like it might be the last time I got to be this close to her, and I soaked it all up as best I could.

Her fingers trailed along my neck, her soft touch sending shivers all the way through my body. I could already feel myself getting hard, just being this near to her, and she pulled up the skirt she was wearing; reaching beneath the fabric, I cupped my hand over her pussy and realized she hadn’t bothered wearing panties.

“Oh, you knew what you wanted before you came here, huh?” I teased her lightly. I could feel how soaked she was already, her pussy sopping-wet for me, a sure sign of how badly she needed this, how badly she needed me.

And I was more than willing to give it to her.

She reached down to my zipper, biting her lip as she tugged it down, and then drew my cock into her hands. Wrapping her fingers around my girth, she stroked me a couple of times, drawing a thick drop of pre-cum from my tip. Groaning, I leaned up in the seat, watching her caress me and bring me to full hardness.

And then, slowly, she shifted her weight so that her slit was hovering just above my achingly hard cock. She kept her grip on it as I rested my hand on her hip, moving so that I could get a good view of my erection vanishing into her pussy.

I held her skirt to the side as I watched her lips spread to take me, and she groaned as she felt me nudging open her tight slit all over again. It felt like a lifetime since I had been this close to her, even though it had been a matter of days. I couldn’t stand being apart from her, not for any length of time. I needed her, now more than ever.

She moaned as she let herself down on top of me, enveloping me in her pussy, and I lifted a hand to clamp it over her mouth. Much as I wanted to hear those sweet little noises she made, I knew we couldn’t risk being busted right now. I wasn’t going to let someone walk in and stop us in the act, not when she felt so good.

I could feel her breath against my palm as she began to ride me properly, gripping on to my shoulders tight, moving against me like this was what she had been waiting for all this time. She felt so fucking good wrapped around me like that, so wet I could already see her juices glistening on the inside of her thighs.

Sliding my hands around behind her, I gripped her ass, groping at her flesh greedily, reminding myself of just how perfect her body was. I wished I had time to go down on her again, taste the sweet musk of her pussy on my tongue once more, but I would have to satisfy myself with making her come like this.

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