UnCage me (Savage Beast MC Book 8) - Hayley Faiman (rooftoppers TXT) 📗

“Sunny,” he begins, but I hold my hand up and shake my head.

“You wanted this,” I remind him. “You wanted me, to have a baby with me. I’m not ready, I know that I’m not, but that doesn’t matter. You wanted it anyway, so you took it. Took me. And now you don’t want it anymore? What the actual fuck,” I say, shouting the word fuck.

He slowly blinks, and if I were paying attention, I would see the absolute shock in his expression, but I’m not paying attention and I’m freaking the hell out, because all I can think about is the fact that I will never be able to provide for this baby. I won’t be able to provide, not even a little bit.

Even if I wanted some kind of government aid, I have zero way of proving who the fuck I am, because my birth certificate probably burned up in the clubhouse when they blew it the fuck up. So fucking excuse the shit out of me if I’m a little upset right about now.

“Sunny,” he grunts.

“No… none of that Sunny bullshit. You don’t get to do this to me and then just leave.”

I watch as he slowly shifts off of the bed, then stands in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at me. He looks down his nose at me, his eyes narrowing slightly and his lips pursed together.

“You done?” he asks, sounding patient, but just barely.

“Yes,” I snap.

His lips curve up into a grin, then he closes the distance between us. I try to move away, but end up just backing into the wall with a thud. I’m suddenly aware that I’m still completely naked, something that I had forgotten in my adrenaline rush haze of intense anger.

I feel his fingers against my cheek before they settle at the side of my neck, his warm palm pressing against the side of my throat, his eyes staring intensely into my own. He dips his chin so that he’s closer to me, so close that his nose almost touches mine. So close that if I moved just a little, his lips would be on mine.

I’ve suddenly forgotten the reason I’m upset, because I’m lost in him. He dips his chin and his lips brush mine. I sigh against his mouth, my eyes fluttering closed as I just feel his mouth touching my own.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Sunny,” he rasps against my mouth. My eyelids open, and I gasp at the intensity of his gaze as he stares back at me. “You thought I would leave you?” he asks, his voice and eyes both full of unadulterated hurt.

“You just walked away without a word. You were inside of me,” I say, unable to mask my hurt, it’s there and I can’t hide it.

Dylan’s fingers flex against my throat and his lips twitch into a smirk. “I shouldn’t have run out,” he says, his voice rumbling. “I ran out to tell everyone the news.”

“The cheering,” I exhale.

He hums. “The cheering,” he agrees with a dip of his chin.

Without another word, he tilts his head to the side and his lips touch mine. He consumes me in a second. Lifting my arms, I wrap them around the back of his neck, pressing my breasts against his body and moaning as the hair on his chest scrapes against my nipples.

“Fuck,” he breathes as he reaches down and wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs.

Reaching between us, I unbuckle and unzip his jeans. He’s hard again, I moan as my hand curls around his length and I gently stroke him, leading him exactly to where I want him. He tilts his hips toward the head, just slipping inside of me, but goes no farther.

Shifting my hands, I wrap them around his shoulders and I hold on as he slams deep inside of me. He growls, but doesn’t stop. He pulls out of me and slams back inside again. And again. And again.

Everything hurts and it feels absolutely amazing. He takes from me but it’s nothing that I wouldn’t give to him—gladly.

JAGUAR

Hooking my arm around Pamela’s neck, I tug her close to my side as I walk out of the clubhouse with her. She’s mine. Completely and totally fucking mine now. There are people standing around, drinking and eating, relaxing with the women and children, but they all stop when we appear.

Pamela sucks in a breath, but she doesn’t need to be nervous at all. Everyone smiles and a round of cheers come from my family again. Family. They are that right now, again. I thought that I had lost them for good. I thought a lot of things, but I was so goddamn wrong.

Turning to Pamela, I look down at her, my lips unable to move from their current wide as fuck smile. Her own lips curve up and the anxiousness that had filled her face is gone. There is nothing but happiness.

“Happy, Sunny?” I ask.

She licks her lips, her gaze searching my own. “I am,” she breathes. “Happier than I ever thought possible.” Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers in a gentle kiss.

“Hungry?” I ask. Her eyes light up and I almost laugh. She’s hungry. “Go on and find a place to sit. I’ll bring you a plate.”

“I can get it,” she says hurriedly.

Shaking my head, I look into her eyes, not able to look elsewhere. She looks almost panicked, but I don’t allow her to say a single fucking thing. I know whatever it is that’s on the tip of her tongue, it’s going to be bullshit.

“Go. I’ll bring you a plate,” I repeat, firmly.

She nods her head, her eyes holding mine for just a moment before she lets out a breath and turns from me. I’m not backing down. I will get her a plate of fucking food, my pregnant woman.

“You gonna brand her?” a voice asks.

Turning, I notice that