MC Bear My Baby (Beartooth Brotherhood MC) (19 page)

Tate

E
ight Months Later

“
I
t feels fucking
good when you wake me up like that, doll,” Tate groaned at the feel of Molly’s hand on his cock.

She’d hardly touched him and his dick had sprung to life already. He had been longing for her touch and hadn’t said much, with all the hours they’d both been working. Molly had found a nursing gig at the hospital where her mother worked, and had arranged for part-time hours to be at home with their son, Aiden, during the day. She would drop him off at her mother’s house three nights a week, and Tate would pick him up there whenever he got off early. The rest of the time, they were together and inseparable.

“I’ve been horny as hell since Aiden stopped breastfeeding all of a sudden,” she whispered.

“Kid’s loss is my gain,” Tate answered, kissing her free hand. “Wait, hold on.” Tate tilted his head and listened to both the baby monitor on the bedroom chest of drawers, and for sounds behind their closed door. “Sounds like he’s still asleep.”

Tugging her nightshirt over her body, she sprang up from her side of the bed and climbed on top of him. “We should hurry. You know he’s figured his way out of the crib a few times now. Every time he’s this quiet, I can’t help but worry. But God, I need you inside me so bad this morning.”

Tate looked up at his old lady, brushing her jet black hair out of her face admiring her smile, the rise of her exposed breasts just ready for him to take them into his mouth one by one. “Fuck, just ride me, woman.”

Molly pushed his t-shirt up his chest and over his head, tracing her tiny fingers over his shoulders and down his arms. Her hands ran down the contours of his chest and stomach, and then she ducked her head to him, briefly kissing his chest before moving to his nipple, kissing and nipping it as his dick got as hard as slate, ready to feel her tight, wet pussy again. She must have read his mind, because she lifted up her ass and gripped his shaft, pressing the bulbous head at her opening. Tate couldn’t wait any longer. Gripping her hips, he brought her down hard on his dick, burying deep inside of her.

“Oh God, Tate. That feels so fucking good,” she moaned. She put her hands on his shoulders, rocking her hips as he did it again.

“You like that?”

“I fucking love it,” she moaned, eyes barely open, off in her world as she took her pleasure to the next level.

She slid her hands up into his hair and Tate lifted his head to suck and feast on her full sexy breasts while he thrust into her at this new angle. She was so wet, and so fucking tight it was going to be damn hard not to explode into her any second now. Molly reached a hand down in between them, pressing two fingers over her clit, whimpering from all the stimulation that got her closer and closer to orgasm.

Her hips moved wildly now, and Tate couldn’t help but to grasp around her ass and pick her up high almost to the tip of his dick, and thrust back into her hard and fast. She was shaking a second later.

“Yes,” she gasped into his shoulder. “I’m gonna come, baby. Oh God, yes,” She arched her back and let out a deep, throaty moan as her whole body convulsed when she came.

Tate kept up the rocking motions now, enjoying the sensation of her tightness pulsing around his cock, pumping and milking him, taking him closer to the edge. Her muscles tightened around his shaft, gripping him like a fist, holding him inside of her, coaxing him to come too.

Molly was weak now, so he took over, wrapping his hands around her waist and flipping her onto her back. She smiled absently in her happy place, planting her hands on his hips as he stroked deep inside her. She grabbed onto his ass and squeezed each cheek, begging him to give her his seed nice and deep. He was too shocked and too far gone to say a word as she finished him off that way, her hands gripping on tightly until Tate felt his body tense and explode inside her. It was too late to hold back the bear growl he let out without thinking. He was breathless, gasping by the time he finished. When he opened his eyes again, Molly was looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, woman?”

“Always.”

“So you want another one?”

“Yes. A girl I think. Can you hook me up?”

“I’ll enjoy trying until it happens,” he said with a wide grin.

He pulled out and stretched out next to her, pulling her into his arms, still breathing heavily as their bodies came down from that natural high. He wasn’t in a hurry to get up, but just then, the door swung open.

Aiden was up and crawling into their room again. Molly somehow found the edge of the sheets and pulled it up over them to her breasts. He wasn’t too sure why. The kid had had his fill of her tits and probably knew every inch before he weaned himself off of them.

“Hi Aiden,” she cooed to their eight-month old. “Who’s so good at sneaking out of his crib?” She stretched out her arms for him and he crawled further inside the room, babbling his baby talk as he went. Tate looked at the two of them from his spot on the bed. Never in a million years did he think this would be his life…and he loved it.

“Get over here, little tike,” he called to his boy.

All of a sudden, Aiden changed course and crawled to the foot of the bed and around to Tate’s side. When he made it there, the kid put his hands out in front up him, straightening his legs until his diaper was up in the air before gripping onto the side of the bed to stand. On his feet now, he shook his head of blonde locks to get some of his hair out of his face, blinking his sparkly bright blue eyes at them.

“Da-da.”

Molly sat up quick as lightning. “Tate. Did you hear that? He just called you da-da, poppa bear!”

“Yup.”

“He’s not said ma-ma yet, but God, this is awesome! Say it again, Aiden,” she coaxed him. “Say da-da.”

“Da-da?” little Aiden repeated as a question.

Tate’s heart exploded with love and his chest swelled with pride.

“Hell, yeah, it’s your da-da.” He reached over the side of the bed and swept Aiden up into his arms, pulling him tight to his bare chest. “You just made your old man so proud, little man. Keep buttering me up like that and we’ll have you in your own little leather cut and all patched up with the Beartooth Brotherhood in no time.”

“Oh Tate. Just be sure not to say that when my mom’s around.” She grinned and looked at the two of them. “Oh, and Aiden, you’d better not say Granny next, or we’re gonna have a problem.”

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