Free [Ravage MC 03.75] - Rattle Me by Ryan Michele Page B

the hip.
    “Stop that,” I groan, moving my head to the side and looking out the window to my house. “I’m going to bed.” I creak out of the car and do just that.
     

     
    I had this idea for Lakin, but Pops said that since Burnzie already started paperwork suing the department, we need to wait until that’s over. Fucking sucks. The ride home from the club is freeing just like it always is. The best part nowadays is going home to Angel waiting for me.
    I pull into the drive and stroll up to the house. Everything is eerily quiet, but I don’t yell for Angel. I slowly walk to the bedroom and see my Angel wrapped in the blankets, her blonde hair sprawled out in a veil around her head. I kick off my clothes and climb in next to her, wrapping her in my warmth. Every day with this woman is the best day of my life. I don’t know what I did to become a lucky son of a bitch, but I’m fucking thankful as shit for it.
    Angel stirs in my arms, snuggling closer to me, my dick sitting in the cleft of her ass and growing hard from her heat. She wiggles her ass and I groan. Fucking her is my own slice of heaven. My hand moves to her stomach and rests there. I still can’t believe my little baby is growing inside my woman’s body. Fuck yeah. The way her body has changed, her fuller tits, her hips a bit wider, it all turns me the fuck on. Even the baby bump in front, all it does is remind me that she is mine.
    “Hey, baby,” she whispers, still groggy from sleep.
    “Hey, beautiful.” I rub my dick up and down the crack of her ass.
    “Keep that up,” she moans. These last few weeks, she’s been a fucking machine. Not that she’s ever really turned me down in the first place, but lately, if I’m home, my dick is inside of her. Can’t complain.
    A thump on my hand makes me jump. “What the fuck was that?”
    “Don’t move your hand.” Angel grips my hand, holding it in place on her stomach, pushing my hand deeper into her skin. The thump comes back, hitting my hand hard.
    My eyes widen. “Is that the baby?”
    Angel turns to me, smiling, “Yeah, that’s our baby.”
    “Holy fucking shit!” I yell, not moving my hand for anything. The thump happens again. “I can’t believe I can feel it.” I’m in awe, total utter awe. My baby just kicked me. Wow.
    “He or she is really in there,” she says a little awestruck herself.
    “Yeah, babe.” I kiss her hard and then fuck her, just like I planned on earlier, only this time we had something to truly celebrate.

 
     
     
    Twenty-six weeks and my body has decided to expand like crazy. My hands, feet, and ankles are huge. When I called the doctor, she said it is all normal, but I feel like a damn water balloon about to burst. My stomach is protruding and the baby kicks all the time. You know what? I love every damn part. Yep, the fact I can’t sleep. Love it. The fact I look like a pin cushion, love it. Why? My baby is healthy and inside of me cooking where it’s supposed to be. Some women may complain and I can totally see why they would, but I refuse.
    I will take every bit of this and relish the thought that my baby will come out, good, healthy, and alive.
    Today is another doctor visit, and there is something that GT and I really need to discuss. He’s due here any minute to pick me up and I’m afraid he’ll fight me on this. I’ve thought long and hard and hope he will agree. Knowing him though, it will take some persuasion.
    The roar of his bike as he pulls into the drive has me grabbing my things quickly. I open the door and step outside into the warm Georgia sun.
    “Hey, Angel. You ready?” he asks, taking off his lid and killing the engine.
    “Yep.”
    Riding to the doctor, the car is silent. I blow out a breath and ask, “Do you want to know the sex of the baby?”
    “Fuck yeah, don’t you?” He turns his head, staring at me like I’m crazy, and hell maybe I am.
    “I think we should wait till it’s born.” My stomach falls and I wait for