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Her eyes light up in excitement before I look at Meghan, who is smiling and says, "Please drive carefully with her."
I nod my head before kissing her lips again.
Fuck, I can't get enough of her taste.
"Follow behind us; we'll go to my house,”our house,I say in my head.
She nods before I go to the backseat. I open the door and unclick my baby girl before carrying her over to my bike. I can see Clitter standing near the door, her eyes wide, with Ginger and a few other sweet butts standing behind her in shock.
When Axel live-streamed our reunion, only the brothers and old ladies were present, and Sophie was told not to say anything to her new friend Clitter, so yeah, they're all shocked, all right.
I place Lilah on the front of the bike before grabbing the small purple helmet I bought her, placing it on her head, and climbing on behind her. I hear a whistle from my left, and we both look to see Meghan with her phone out. I grin, placing my arm around Lilah and pausing for our photo. When she grins and puts her phone away after doing something on it, I start my bike up, making Lilah giggle loudly. The brothers are now standing outside, all smiling, while my father has tears in his eyes. My mother is standing next to him, her hands over her mouth, tears running down her face.
They're definitely not ready for my mother yet.
I rev my bike, and Lilah giggles again before I back up out of my space.
"You ready, baby girl?"
She nods frantically, making me grin before I drive off down the road. The brothers are all cheering, causing Lilah to giggle some more. I can sense Meghan right behind me, and I instantly relax having both my girls on club property where they're safe. When we get to my place, I wave my arm for Meghan to pull into the space in front of the garage before I help Lilah off, taking her helmet off. She rushes over to Meghan, who is getting out of her shitty car.
I wonder if she'll be pissed at me if I buy her a better one. Most likely, but oh well, she'll forgive me.
I watch as our daughter excitedly jumps up and down before something catches my attention, and it's not the white sundress my girl is wearing either, which should be a fucking crime for her to wear out in public; it hugs her curves deliciously.
I walk over to them before picking up a piece of Meghan's hair. "Is that red paint?"
She furrows her brows before looking at the piece of hair I'm holding, narrowing her eyes.
She mock glares at our daughter, "Again, Lilah Rose?"
Lilah looks up towards the sky, trying to be all innocent but failing miserably, making me chuckle before Meghan actually glares at me. I grin wide before pecking her lips.
"Come on, you two; dinner should be ready; my mother made us a pot roast."
I lead them inside and notice the awe-struck look on Meghan's face as she looks around our home, and I grin, knowing I made a good decision with the decorating. I lead them into the kitchen, where we proceed to laugh over dinner, and I have never been more fucking happy.
A few hours later, I'm sitting on the gray fabric armchair, watching as Meghan gently kneels in front of our daughter, who has fallen asleep. She has her own room; my mother decorated it for her, full of Disney princesses. I just don't know how to bring it up with Meghan, so they'll both stay. I watch entranced as my girl gently moves her right hand through our daughter's hair when something catches my attention on her inner wrist.
A tattoo?
I get up; I have to see it. It looks like a name, and my curiosity is winning over. I kneel down next to her, gently kissing our girl's forehead before I grab Meghan's hand. She looks at me with confusion before I move her wrist, twisting her hand so I can see what's written, and instantly I want to melt into a fucking puddle.
Noah
I look into her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes that have started to tear up, and I can't fucking help it; I need to taste her. I pull her hand, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, my tongue shoving past her lips, tangling with hers. She fucking claimed me like I claimed her before finding each other again.
She fucking loves me too.
I don't remove my lips from hers as I move my hands under her armpits, lifting her up as I stand, her legs wrapping around my waist. I know the front door is locked, and our girl will be safe on the corner sofa until I wear her momma out. Once she's passed out, I'll put Lilah in her new bed, but right now, I need Meghan. I need her more than life its-fucking-self.
I walk up the stairs, heading to our room—yes, our fucking room—before laying her on the king-sized bed, my body going over hers as my hands glide up her thighs that have parted to makeroom for my hips. I bring her dress up and over her head, her bare tits coming into my vision, but I only break the kiss for a few seconds before my lips are back on hers. I take my cut off, chucking it blindly, which my Pres would kill me for, before I lean back a little, removing my shirt, then take her lips off again as her arms come around my neck. I unbuckle my belt, undo my jeans, and somehow don't fucking as me how I manage to remove my jeans all while not moving my lips from hers.
I press my body onto hers, tearing her panties from her body, her skin burning mine with fire from the sparks as the head of my cock bumps into the entrance of her wet pussy, her legs wrapping around my waist at the same time as I slowly sink in. Her wet, tight heat grips me and has both of us groaning into the kiss as I fill her up, the feeling of home surrounding us.
Fucking finally.
My hands glide up her arms, bringing them over her head, linking our fingers together as my hips move backward before slamming forward again, making her gasp and break the kiss, her head tilting back. I move my lips down her neck, needing to taste her always as I plop a nipple into my mouth, gently biting it before sucking hard. Her cunt tightens around me, and I angle my hips, thrusting harder but keeping the pace slow, making love to her for the first time in five years. I can feel my spine start to tingle, but I won't cum before her. I take her lips again in a passionate kiss, my tongue tangling with hers while my right-hand travels down in between our bodies, my left keeping me up so I don't squish her, finally letting go of her hands. She immediately brings her hands down to my back, digging her nails deliciously into me while my right-hand finds her clit. I strum it fast but keep my pace slow and steady, thrusting hard. Her cunt squeezes me tightly before fluid gushes from her,squirting on my dick as she cums, screaming into my mouth while my hips pick up speed. One, two, three more pumps, and I cum, squishing my hips against her pelvis so my seed paints her walls and womb, hoping to get her pregnant again so she'll never fucking leave me.
