Lost Reapers MC- Claimed by the Bikers novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Xander

Irish leaving was a surprise. I hadn’t expected him to do that. But then I hadn’t really expected Lottie to allow him to join us either.

Tonight had been full of surprises. Some of them great, some of them not so much.

But I didn’t dwell on it. How could I when the feel of Lottie’s body moving over mine, her tight pussy clenching and releasing over my throbbing cock was forcing me head long into an orgasm that forced my eyes to roll back into my head.

I slammed upwards, one hand tight around her hip and the other kneading her full breast, and filled my eye with the sight of her falling apart around me.

And what a sight it was.

She was so fucking beautiful when she came.

Finally, she fell forward. Her cheek came to rest on my rapidly beating heart. I pumped up once and then fell back. My seed coating her insides. My arms went around her. So I could hold her close.

“Well that was fun.” She giggled a little, her hot panting breath fanning against my skin.

“Fun.” I mumbled because I couldn’t talk yet. “Yeah fun. That’s one word for it. Hey.” I tightened my grip on her when she tried to get off of me. “Where do you think your going?”

“To clean up. To-” Lottie gave a little shriek as I rolled her to the side and finally slipped free of her.

“You’re staying right there.” I ordered, lowering my head to hers so I could tease her lips.

With a sigh she closed her eyes. Relaxing into me, with the kind of sleepy contented face that told me she had been well and truly

fucked.

By me.

I couldn’t help it I grinned. Since the moment I had first seen her, I had wanted her. Part of me had presumed once I had been inside of her that the appeal would wear off.

It usually did.

But now I had her, I knew there was no way I would be letting her go.

The Irish situation was going to complicate matters though. I’d never expected him to follow us, let alone join us and then to have him run away- I shook my head with a small sigh. I’d have to talk to him in the morning because tonight I wanted to take care of

my woman.

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Chapter 23

My woman. It was a crazy thought. I’d never really thought I’d have a serious one. A woman who I could imagine wearing my

property patch.

Well I hadn’t until I met Lottie.

“Hey.” I jerked my head up. “I should have asked this first and I’m clean but-”

Lazily she turned her head. “I’m clean too.” She whispered and I could tell by her voice that she was always half asleep.

Good sex did that too you, and the sex we had just had was the best.

“If there’s a baby.” I trailed off as she rolled onto her stomach. Her eyes closed and her breathing growing deeper and deeper.

I couldn’t help but smile. “If there’s a baby, we will deal with it together, ok. I’ll look after you both.”

She didn’t answer me but she smiled, a small sleepy smile. Her cheek resting on her arms.

“Sure, of course.” She murmured and I couldn’t help but grin again.

She hadn’t heard a word I’d just said.

I would stick by her though. If tonight resulted in a pregnancy then I’d be right here by her side. In fact I was kind of excited about

the possibility.

Lottie would look fucking hot with her belly all swollen from my kid.

Absently I ran my hand up and down her spine, she shivered. “Let get you-” I’d moved to pull one of the throws off the back of the sofa when my fingers brushed against the tattoo on the small of her back.

“What’s this?” Pausing I bent over her to stare at it. Tracing it with my finger tips.

It was so familiar to me, probably because I’d seen one just like it. I’d helped cover up one just like it only a few years ago.

A cold prickle of unease chilled me.

It had to be a coincidence right? That they’d once had matching tattoos. Lots of people did and yet I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that it meant something.

Suddenly it all started to make sense. His instant dislike for her. The way he said her name with such familiarity.

The way he always kept his damn face covered around her.

I bolted upright.

Yanking on my clothes I stared down at her, she was watching me through her lashes. Sleepy but somehow aware at the same time.

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