Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 95

I continued looking into her eyes, trying to determine if she was understanding what I was trying to say.

“We aren't omniscient. The not knowing can be terrifying. Yeah, I know it's harder for you and I don't blame you for having that fear, but, babe, we were never promised easy, we were never promised a life without pain and that fucking sucks. If we let the power of fear lead our whole life, then we will never really truly have lived. We will just be hollow people going through the motions of living an empty life.”

I ran my hands down her face and uttered huskily, “Ava, this makes me so fucking happy. I always wanted more children, but as the years passed by, I didn't think I would ever get to experience being a dad again. That was one of the greatest joys of my life. Raising Beau. I had kinda made peace with the fact it wasn't in the cards for me again.

“Just like I didn't think I was going to find love again. But you walked into my life and saved me. And now you're making all my dreams come true, you're having my baby. Thank you for this, Ava. Thank you for not saying you didn't want to keep the baby. It would have killed me if you had decided not to have him or her.”

Horror crossed her face, “I could never have done that, Dog. This baby is a part of you and me. I already love her.”

“Her, huh?”

“Yeah, her.”

“I can live with having a little girl. Wait. Fuck. I need more guns,” I exclaimed mentally running over the guns I already owned.

Ava started snickering, soon it turned into a full belly laugh, it was so infectious that I had to laugh with her.

As her laughter died down, she placed her hands on my face. “Dog, I'll probably have a lot of little meltdowns. I'm warning you now. Just always be here to hold me through them, okay?”

“Always, babe. Always,” I promised.

I rolled us over on the bed and managed to get us mostly laying on it without losing our connection. I leaned over her with my weight on my forearms and just stared at her. I didn't move at all.

As we silently gazed at each other, I felt her walls contract and release over and over on my cock. I'd never fucking done anything like this. My cock pulsed and throbbed feeling the force of her sweet pussy milking me.

Gradually, our breathing started picking up. I watched her face as she was overtaken with passion and excitement. I could feel my balls draw up tight, then my spine started tingling. Soon, she was panting, and I was breathing raggedly. Still I didn't start thrusting in her, nor did she make any outward motion.

The only movement was inside, where our bodies were joined together, close to where she was carrying our baby. The thought of the baby made my cock jump back and forth in her, hitting her G-spot. And like a tsunami, our orgasms crashed over us, sweeping us out to sea on a wave of feeling that was mind blowing.

As we lay on the bed, me flat on my back and Ava on her side with her head on my chest, I heard her sigh.

“What's the sigh for?” I asked her as I lazily ran my hand up and down her side.

“Dog,” she said as she lifted up and looked into my face, “will you please tell me what you did to the man that killed Beth and Angel?”

I grimaced, “Babe, it's not something I like to talk about.”

She watched her finger as she ran it down my chest.

“You really want to know, don't you?” I murmured.

She looked up at me and whispered, “Yeah, Dog. I'd like to know what you did to make him pay for what he did.”

Now it was my turn to sigh.

“You don't repeat this to anyone, understand me?”

“You didn't have to say that, Dog. I'll never tell anyone the things we discuss. You have my word on that.”

I smiled at her then drew in a deep breath and began, “Once we learned who it was, we had to figure out a way that wouldn't have any blow back on the MC, because if it looked suspicious at all, the police would have come knocking on our door first. If Sarge hadn't managed to keep me calm, I'd probably be in prison. I just wanted to go find the fucker and kill him. I didn't care how. But Sarge and Gunny kept my head in the game. They told me I had to think of Beau and they were right. I wouldn't have been any good to my son sitting in a six by eight cell somewhere.”

She nodded letting me know she understood where I had been coming from emotionally at that time.

“Sarge put someone on him and we watched him for a few weeks and learned his habits. He drove a restored GTO at the time, which made what Sarge came up with perfect for me because there was room for me to hide in the backseat. Every Saturday night, he would go out drinking, smoking pot, snorting shit up his nose. So each time he got behind the wheel, he was this ticking time bomb just waiting to kill someone else.

“After we got everything figured out, a few of us went to the bar he was at. I broke into his car, got into the back and waited for the fucker. Sure enough, as he came out of the damn bar he was drunker than a damn skunk and so fucking high he could hardly walk. Luck was with us that night, no one else came outside. I had a balaclava on, but with my size if someone saw me it had the potential for it all to go to hell anyway. When