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  Attacking his clothes, she tore off his shirt and went for his pants.

  “Anna-Beth, what are you doing?”

  “I don’t want to wait. Fuck me, Rix,” she said.

  She went down to her knees, staring up at him as she slowly peeled down his pants. His cock was already hard, pressing against the front of his boxer briefs. She licked her lips, waiting, hungry for him.

  Rix sank his fingers into her hair. “Well, if you’re going to do this properly, take my cock out and lick the tip.”

  Her pussy clenched with need. Squeezing her thighs together, she grabbed his cock and did as he asked, flicking her tongue against the tip, tasting his pre-cum.

  “Do I taste good?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good, now put it all in your mouth and suck on it. Let me see my dick between those pretty lips of yours.”

  She circled the bulbous tip and then moved her mouth over him, sucking the head before taking more of him into her mouth.

  Closing her eyes, she built up a pace of swallowing him, feeling him pulse in her mouth.

  He wrapped her hair around his fist and used his leverage over her, to make her take him deeper. She was more than ready.

  Rix never forced her to take more of him than she could handle. When he hit the back of her throat, he instantly pulled back, giving her time to get accustomed to more.

  “Do you have any fucking idea how hot that is?” he asked. “I want to come in your mouth and watch you swallow, but I think I know what you need.” He pulled out of her mouth and she didn’t get a chance to argue as he threw her to the bed, pushing her to her knees.

  She cried out as he slammed in balls deep. It felt so good. He held her hips in place as he fucked her hard and fast. There was nothing gentle.

  “Touch your pussy. Come for me.”

  She fingered her clit, feeling her arousal build, but Rix was full of surprises. He pulled out of her pussy and then she felt the tip of him at her asshole.

  “Rix?” she asked.

  “I’ve got you, baby. Let me have this. I want to know all of you.”

  He’d been working to fuck her ass for some time but she hadn’t given in to him. Of course, it was scary and it unnerved her. Having a big cock in her ass would do that to anyone. She tensed up, but he took it slow, teasing her, making her ache and beg before allowing her to go over the edge.

  “Touch your clit. Don’t come. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to.”

  She whimpered, not wanting him to stop. Rix was in full control mode, and she loved it.

  Touching her pussy, he slowly worked his cock inside her. At first, it was a tight fit, almost too impossible to handle, but he held her in place and worked inch by inch, making her beg for more.

  She didn’t think it was possible for her to do it, but he drove her higher than ever before.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” he said. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.”

  She moaned his name as pleasure rushed through her.

  “I’m all the way in.” He groaned. “You’re so tight.”

  He paused and she took several deep breaths, whimpering as she started to rock back and forth. She didn’t know if she could stand anymore.

  Finally, he started to move within her, driving her orgasm higher than ever before. In and out. He worked her harder.

  “Come for me, Anna-Beth. Let me feel your tight ass squeeze me.”

  His dirty words were enough. Just a few strokes of her clit and she came apart. Once again, his name on her lips. Rix joined her, his growl filling the room.

  I’m pregnant.

  I don’t know how to tell you.

  I also think I’m in love with you and I’m scared.

  She didn’t say that either. Keeping her thoughts to herself, she felt the tears well up.

  “I want to take you for a ride,” Rix said.

  She tensed up, quickly blinking away her tears. “A ride?”

  “On my bike.”

  “Is it safe?”

  He chuckled. “I’m the one riding, so it better be.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” she said.

  “I know, baby. Please, I’d like to take you for a ride.”

  She looked toward the window and saw the rain had already stopped. “Okay,” she said. “I’ve never been on a bike before.”

  “It’ll be fine. You hold on to me and I’ll take care of you.” He pulled out of her asshole. “Stay here.”

  Could this get any more embarrassing?

  He returned with a washcloth, which he pressed to her anus, cleaning away his cum.

  I’m pregnant.

  She wanted to scream it at him, to say it, but each time, it was like the words were stuck in her throat with no way out. This was her nightmare.

  He had a right to know they were going to have a baby. After he cleaned up her ass, she changed into some jeans and an old shirt. He left her alone to fire up his machine. Glancing around his room, she spotted the mirror and stood in front of it. She wasn’t far along. Turning to the side, she admired her stomach.

  There was no sign of a baby, of life.

  “Crazy.” She shook her head, turned her back, and made her way out to find Rix waiting on his bike.

  “Throw your leg over, hold on to me.”

  She lifted her leg and then dropped it.

  Rix grabbed her hands, putting them on his shoulders. “Learn to lean on me. I’ll be here.”

  She gripped his shoulders tightly like her life depended on it.

  “Let’s go.”

  “What about a helmet?”

  “I don’t intend to go too fast. I want you to feel what this is like. The freedom. No rules. Just you and me.”

  They took off down the street. It was dark, but she didn’t mind. The wind flew through her hair.

  “Relax. Keep your grip but just feel, Anna-Beth. Let yourself breathe.”

  She closed her eyes, leaning back enough to enjoy but not to let him go. It felt amazing and free. He wasn’t going too fast. Each time he took some bends, she held him a little tighter, afraid of losing her grip.

  We’re having a short burst of fun, baby, and then we will take care of you. Don’t worry.

  What she didn’t know was if Rix would even want to be with her once he knew the truth.

  A baby was a huge responsibility. Her parents had always warned her. They loved her so much, but their love for one another had known no bounds. They’d been crazy in love. She’d wanted that for herself, but she truly didn’t know if anyone was capable of loving her like that, least of all Rix.

  Anna-Beth didn’t know how long they rode for until they came outside a building. It had high fences, and she caught sight of a large building.

  Rix turned off the ignition but kept his light on.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  “This is my clubhouse, Anna-Beth. This is where I belong. Where my life is.”

  “Oh,” she said.

  “I’m not allowed to be here.”

  “Shouldn’t we leave? We could get in trouble.”

  “Anna-Beth, there’s something I’ve got to tell you.”

  She loosened her grip, fear clawing at her. “What is it?”

  “I’m leaving town. All of my business will be concluded in a couple of days. I’ll be putting the house on the market. I won’t live next door to you. My life is here, with the guys.”

  “Oh,” she said again. Pain sliced through her. She’d never been hit by a truck but she had a feeling this would be exactly what that felt like.

  He was leaving her. Leaving the both of them.

  “I never intended to stay.”

  The baby. Should she tell him? It was on the tip of her tongue to say it, but she held herself back. Would she really want a man to stay with her because of a baby?

  No!

  The very thought made her feel sick to her stomach.

  “Take me home,” she said.


  “Anna-Beth?”

  “Look, I get it. What we had was fun while it lasted but it has come to a conclusion now. I get it. I don’t need you to tell me more. We’re done. Over, finished. I want to go home.” She was losing it and needed the sanctuary of her home. “I don’t want to talk. Just take me home.”

  He turned over the ignition and they took off again, heading back home.

  The hours ticked by.

  She knew he hadn’t lived close.

  The freedom she’d felt on the back of his bike left her.

  This was awful. The pain. The loneliness.

  The moment he pulled into his driveway, she climbed off his bike. Her legs felt all wobbly but she was able to keep herself upright. It was a miracle.

  “Anna-Beth, wait,” he said.

  “No, it’s fine. You were completely upfront with me from the very start. We don’t have to have a heart-to-heart. You said it clearly tonight. Your life is there. My life is here. It’s over. Ended.” She got to her home and realized she didn’t have her key.

  “I want us to talk,” Rix said.

  “There’s nothing for us to talk about. It’s over. Give me my key.”

  He hesitated but she held her hand out, waiting.

  “We’ll talk when you’re willing to listen.” He put her key into the palm of her hand. She let herself inside, slammed the door, locked it, and collapsed against it. This wasn’t how she wanted tonight to go. Putting her hand to her stomach, she felt so empty, broken, and alone.

  ****

  Seeing the capo die should have been a wonderful experience.

  Rix had killed his fair share of men and women.

  Revenge, justice, and completion. The capo’s death should have completed all of them, but as he sat in the main clubhouse, with his boys all celebrating his return and their victory, he was hollow.

  He hadn’t told Anna-Beth she was pregnant with his child.

  He hadn’t told her he loved her.

  The night he came to show her his home, he’d hoped to have at least piqued her curiosity. Instead, she’d gotten angry and pushed him away. If she hadn’t been pregnant, he would have forced her to see reason, but she was in a delicate condition and everything he’d read told him to treat her with care. He’d never gotten a woman pregnant before.

  Women were dancing. Enjoying in the merriment. He couldn’t participate.

  Getting to his feet, without a word, he let himself into his office. Night told him no one had visited this room. They were all waiting for his return. His boys didn’t want anyone else to take it from him.

  “Is there a reason you’re acting all pissed?” Night said. “We got it, we won. You should be celebrating.”

  “I am.”

  “No, you’re sitting in your office. There’s so much pussy out there for you to try.”

  “Pussy,” he said. In his mind, he thought about Anna-Beth. Her smile. The sweetness of her wrapped around him.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Leave me in peace for tonight.”

  “Is this about your neighbor chick? It’s over. Forget about her. There are plenty of bitches here to keep you occupied. You don’t have to even think of her.”

  He turned to look at his friend. “We’ve been doing this a lot of years. Had a lot of pussy join the club. Party.”

  “Yeah, it’s what we love.”

  “What if I don’t want it anymore?”

  “The club?” Night asked.

  “No, the women.”

  “You’re thinking of giving up on the women? What the fuck for? For a piece of ass that is like every single piece of ass?”

  He grabbed a paperweight and launched it across the room. “Enough! Anna-Beth is more than a piece of fucking ass. She’s not some slut who has worked her way around the club and is after some bonus points when she sleeps with me. Fuck! I don’t even know why I’m talking to you about this. From day one, you haven’t been able to stand her.”

  Night’s jaw clenched. “I get it. She’s different. She’s not like the women. She’s special. Rix, she’s not club. We looked into her, remember? She was raised to be a good little girl, to do her nine-to-five job, without any question. She won’t fit in here.”

  “She’s pregnant with my child, Night. I don’t even know if she knows. Each morning she’s throwing up her guts, by dinner, she’s ravenous. Can’t get enough.”

  “Oh, shit,” Night said.

  “You know, it’s the weirdest thing. I mean, before I even stepped foot in that fucking house, I caught sight of her. I bought that place before I even knew what it looked like, and I wanted her. The two houses are supposed to be fucking cursed.” He ran a hand down his face. “I’m starting to believe they are.”

  “You’re not making any sense.”

  “Of course I’m not. You don’t get it. I’m in love with this woman, Night. I thought being here, getting my revenge, having justice served, it would right this wrong. But I created another. I wanted her to get pregnant. I went out of my way to make sure she’d be mine.” He looked back out of the window. “Now I don’t know how to make it right.”

  She was hurting. He got it.

  Night cleared his throat. “I apologize.”

  He turned back to his friend, who’d taken a seat. His hands were locked together in front of him. “I don’t do the whole shit with relationships. You know this club is my life. It’s all I care about.”

  “I know.”

  Night glanced around the office. “All I wanted was for you to get your rightful place here.”

  “I’m here.”

  “But you need her, don’t you? To make this work, you need her and nothing else is ever going to be as good if you don’t have her.”

  Pulling out his chair, he sat down, leaning back. “I don’t know how I’m going to win her. I broke her heart.”

  “You’re not telling me that you’re giving up here. You’re you, and the last time I checked, no one, and I mean fucking no one told you no. You love this woman. Does she love you?”

  “I don’t know.”

  Night sighed. “I’m trying to help, be supportive, but I can’t do that shit if you don’t give me something.”

  “We never talked about our feelings. It was always supposed to be a bit of fun. She could hate my guts.”

  “Hate your guts or not, she’s still carrying your kid and if you’re willing to make a claim on her, then it looks like we’ve got ourselves a woman to bring back. Are we talking full-on marriage, or are you just wanting old lady tag?” Night asked.

  “I want it all,” Rix said.

  Chapter Ten

  Four days he’d been gone.

  Four days of going to work, returning home, to his place being nothing.

  Anna-Beth took over walking Elizabeth’s dogs, but there was no happiness. No excitement. She was broken. Work didn’t even hold the same spark for her.

  She got to work by nine, finished by five. Anything that wasn’t done would wait for the next day.

  She just wasn’t interested. Any hope, any life, it had all died.

  Each day she woke up, dealt with her morning sickness, had tea and crackers, went to work, had a good lunch and dinner, came home, sobbed, went to sleep. Then the whole day started all over again.

  She’d never had a broken heart.

  “Are you going to snap at me if I invite you around to dinner?” Martin asked.

  Anna-Beth looked up and shook her head. “No, but I’m going to decline.”

  “I know it’s hard, but you will get over this.”

  The trouble about being in two houses surrounded by a curse, mystery, and gossip meant everyone already knew Rix had left. She was the first woman in a long time to have been left, and it sucked, big time.

  She’d been in the bathroom earlier and heard two women talking about her.

  “Can you believe it? I mean, she must have broken the curse or something.”

  “I don’t think it was much of a curse
at all. I’d have loved to have gone to that house. Finding my true love.”

  “Did you see the guy, though? Her neighbor. The man was sex on legs.”

  “I’d hate to be her right now. The only woman in what, years, to not have the house work its magic. It must suck.”

  It did suck. Really bad.

  So bad, she’d called a realtor. Life moved on. People found other ways of living.

  The realtor didn’t believe it would take long for her to sell the house as each time the house had been on the market, it had gone within the month. Of course, it would seem she was cursed to forever be in the house. Each time there were visitors, she was at work, and each time the realtor said it wasn’t the right one for them. A house that should have been able to sell wouldn’t sell.

  To make matters worse, she’d even seen a couple of Rix’s crew move more of his furniture out as well. She hadn’t seen him.

  “You know, dear, you don’t have to keep coming and seeing me. I’m sure a young woman like yourself has got lots to keep you company,” Elizabeth said two weeks after her breakup with Rix.

  “No. I haven’t.” She ran fingers through her hair. “I’ve got nothing.” She covered her face and started to sob. “This is so hard.”

  “Oh, honey, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

  “It’s fine. It’s not your fault.” It was no one’s fault but her own. “I’m pregnant with Rix’s baby and I haven’t told him. I don’t know if I should tell him.” She covered her face, letting the tears fall. “I’m sorry. I can’t talk about this. I shouldn’t even be talking.”

  Elizabeth got up and started to rub her back. “It’s okay, honey.”

  “I love him,” she cried out, hating herself. “I’m sorry. Tell me to leave. I’ll go.”

  “Don’t be silly. I’m not going to have you leave. Not when you’re like this. It’s not good for you, or for the baby.”

  This only made her cry harder. Elizabeth was being so sweet to her, and she was sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

  “Now, why don’t you tell me why you haven’t told him he’s going to be a daddy?” Elizabeth took the seat closest to her and offered her a tissue, which she thanked her for.

  “I don’t want him to feel obliged, you know? I sound awful, don’t I? It was only supposed to be some fun. You must think I’m a bad person.”