Bonus Scenes

KING & LILY BONUS SCENE

King's POV


I took one last drag on my smoke and then stubbed it out as I contemplated the fact I had to head down to Melbourne again. In the last month, I’d been away from home nineteen days. Days I didn’t want to be away from Lily and the kids. The only thing that put my mind at ease was that she’d finally stopped working and could rest. Her nausea and vomiting had eased, however her energy levels hadn’t picked up much. I didn’t like leaving her like this.

“I thought you said you’d try to quit from today.”

I turned at the sound of Lily’s voice. She exited the house to join me out on the back deck. I took note of the tone in her voice and her body language; she was in a mood and coming my way with the look of a woman ready for an argument.

Fuck.

After a long hard day handling club business, I knew I didn’t have the patience to deal with her pregnancy hormones tonight, especially if this was her choice of argument. She’d been on my case about giving up smoking for a couple of months. It was the last thing I wanted to think about right now.

Ignoring what she said, I asked, “Are the kids down?”

She moved next to me at the railing and scowled. “Don’t do that, King. Don’t ignore me when I say something to you.”

Scrubbing my face, I muttered, “Fuck, Lily, can we not get into this shit tonight? I just want one night without an argument with you.”

Her eyes widened. “I don’t argue with you every night. I just—”

“It sure fucking feels like it lately.”

“Well lately you’re hardly home, so I don’t know how it sure fucking feels like it.”

“Jesus, is that what this is about?”

“No, this is about you doing what you said you’d do.”

“I never fucking said I’d quit smoking. I said I’d think about it.”

“And let me guess, you’ve thought about it and—”

“Fucking hell,” I snapped, “Enough! I didn’t come home from a shitty fucking day so I could cop more shit from you.”

Her eyes flashed with anger. “You should go back to the clubhouse then.” With that, she pushed off from the railing and stalked towards the door to go back inside.

I stalked after her, my own anger flaring, ready to lash out. Grabbing her arm, I yanked her to me. Eyes glued to hers, I growled, “No fucking way am I going back to the clubhouse. I’m leaving first thing in the morning for Melbourne and I have no clue when I’ll be home, so this is not a night for me to be away from you. I don’t fucking care if I have to carry you kicking and screaming to bed, you will be sleeping right fucking next to me tonight.”

She slapped me away, fighting me in a way she didn’t usually do. Lily often got worked up, but not this much. When I caught her wrists in an effort to stop her, and pulled her into my embrace, she lost her shit completely. “King! Let me go! I’m not in the mood for your bossy asshole shit tonight. I’m just here trying to look out for your health, but honestly I don’t know why I bother because you don’t seem to give one shit about it. You want to bring children into the world, but you don’t care enough to do everything in your power to ensure you live as long as you can for us.”

I tightened my grip on her instead of loosening it. My temper was close to breaking point, and while I worked hard to keep it from spilling over, I wasn’t gentle with the way I held her. “Are you fucking finished?” I demanded.

She jerked in my hold, a storm of fury and passion. “No I’m not fucking finished! I hate nagging you. Like, I really fucking hate being that woman, but I’ve had four years with you and they’ve been the best four years of my life, so I don’t want you to die anytime soon. That’s why I’ll keep freaking nagging you about this. And you can keep being the same old King you’ve always been when it comes to our arguments, pushing and bossing your way into whatever you want, but I’m not ever going to stop fighting you on this.”

The anger coursing through my veins collided with the kind of urgent and fierce need only Lily caused in me. It was like a violent wave of it crashed into me, leaving me unable to stop myself from taking what I wanted.

Letting go of her wrists, I gripped her face. “I’m not fucking dying anytime soon,” I rasped right before my lips smashed down onto hers.

Fuck she was fire. Hot burning fire. And she was exactly what I craved even if it didn’t fucking feel like it when she fought me. 

She kissed me back, completely consumed by the kiss, but not for long. Her hands came to my chest and she pushed me away as she dragged her mouth from mine. When she spoke, her fire still raged hot. “I want to talk about this, King, not screw our way into getting distracted from it.”

I hooked my arm around her waist and pulling her tight against my body again. Wrapping my free hand around her neck, I growled, “You wanted a fight and now you’ve got your fight, but we’re gonna do it my way.”

Her breath quickened as desire blazed in her eyes. I was right; this was exactly what she wanted.

Backing her against the railing, I kissed her again. This time, she didn’t challenge me on it. This time, she gave me back what I gave her—heat and fury and raw fucking need. We abandoned ourselves to the lust, ripping each other’s clothes off and clawing for more of everything we had to have right fucking then. 

When I finally pulled my lips from hers, I met her gaze. “I’m a fucking asshole, Lily, but I do my best not to get into shit with you when I know it’s your hormones—”

“Don’t blame this on my hormones,” she snapped. “This isn’t because of them.”

I spun her around to face the railing and trapped her in front of me so she couldn’t go anywhere. Taking a handful of her hair, I pulled her head back and bent my mouth to her ear. At the same time, I reached for her cunt. She was wet. Ready for me. Pushing two fingers inside, I said, “You can’t fucking tell me you didn’t come out here looking to get into something with me. This is what you’ve been doing lately and I’ve been fucking tiptoeing around it. I’ve made allowances for your pregnancy but I’m not doing that anymore. You come looking for a fight in future, you’ll get a fight. We clear?”

She moaned as I worked my fingers inside her, but she continued to argue with me. Wrapping her hand around my forearm, she dug her fingers into my skin and said, “I didn’t—”

I pulled her hair, jerking her head back more and cutting her off. As I grazed her neck with my teeth, I said, “The answer is yes.” My tone was dark. Warning. Before we were done here, she would understand where we stood. “We’re equals, Lily. You come at me, I’ll give it right back to you.”

She let go of my arm and pushed it away. She then spun back around to face me, those beautiful eyes of hers full of wild angry energy and heat. Taking hold of my face, she kissed the hell out of me before raging at me, “Fine! But if we’re equals, I’m giving all your shit back to you, too. You wanna come at me with that bossy bullshit of yours, you should expect it right back. We clear?”

Jesus fucking hell, she really was worked up tonight. And that only worked my dick up more. I was hard as fuck now.

Before she knew what was happening, I lifted her and carried her to the table. I bent her over it and wrapped one hand around her neck holding her down while I thrust hard into her. 

“Fuck,” I roared. Fuck. I was going to need a few hours with her tonight to get my fill. I knew she’d need just as long to work her shit out. 

Her moans filled the night air as I pounded into her. Lily might have been pregnant but that didn’t stop me fucking her the way I always had. Not yet anyway. As she got closer to her due date, I’d tone it down, but she wanted it like this just as fucking much as I did.

It didn’t take either of us long to come, and when we were done, I bent over her and said forcefully, “We’re clear.”

We both stood and she caught my lips in a kiss, fingers stabbing into my waist where she held me. When she was done, she said, “I love you, but goddam it’s hard some days.”

My eyes ran down her body, appreciating the hell out of every curve and all her beauty. The sight of her baby bump caused my gut to tighten, and her earlier words came back to me. Meeting her gaze again, I said, “I’ll work on cutting back.” Fuck knew, I wasn’t sure how with all the stress I was under, but for her and the kids, I’d try.

A small smile settled on her face. “Really?”

I kissed her roughly before saying, “This discussion is done. Forever.”

That smile of hers stretched a little and she nodded. She fucking knew she’d won this battle. It mightn’t be for months or maybe longer, but she’d won. “We’re clear.”

I jerked my chin towards the door. “Inside. I’ve got plans for the rest of the night.” Plans that included shutting the world out and getting lost in my woman. She could fight me as much as she wanted; I was never going anywhere. This was right where I was meant to be.

~ I hope you loved being back with King & Lily and their fire! I love writing these two <3 

Scott's POV

Having kids had never been on my list of shit to do in life. Neither had getting married and settling down. Turned out I was made to do both, and the woman I’d chosen to do them with was making the journey sweet as fuck.

“Aurora, no,” Harlow said as I entered the kitchen after work late Friday afternoon. Bending to pick up the bowl Aurora had pushed to the floor, she continued, “Please don’t do that.”

When Harlow stood and placed the bowl back on the tray of the high chair, Aurora said, “No, no, no,” and with one swipe of her arm, knocked the bowl to the floor again.

I watched Harlow struggle with her frustration and saw the moment she teetered on the edge of losing her temper. We’d had a week of temper tantrums from Aurora, her first ones ever, and we were both learning the ropes of dealing with them. Being eight months pregnant and tired, along with having to do most of the hard yards at home while I’d been busy with club stuff, meant Harlow was in definite need of a break.

Sliding an arm around Harlow’s waist, I pulled her against me, her back to my chest. My lips grazed her neck as I brushed a kiss there and said, “I’ve got this.”

The way her body relaxed into mine told me she’d had a long day. Turning, she met my gaze with an, “I love you,” that was loaded with both gratitude and love. 

My eyes locked firmly with hers as I placed my hand on her belly. Every chance I got, I had my hand there. “You wanna rest for a bit and then maybe go out for the night?” Aurora continued to bash her spoon on her tray and protest loudly, but since she wasn’t causing herself any harm I ignored her for the moment to concentrate on my wife.

Harlow smiled. With her hands to my chest, she leaned close and caught my lips in a slow kiss that would have led other places if not for our daughter needing our attention. “I really love you,” she murmured when she ended the kiss. “And although a night out sounds amazing, I’m gonna choose sleep. Mostly because I’m exhausted, but also because maybe I’ll get some time with my husband after he’s got our daughter to sleep.”

My gut tightened. Lifting my chin towards the hall, I said, “Go. Get some sleep. You’re gonna need it.” I was a selfish bastard when given the opportunity. Harlow could do with a week of straight sleep but no fucking way was she getting it tonight after that invitation.

Heat flashed in her eyes and she gave me another quick kiss. Then, after giving Aurora a kiss, she did as I said. I watched her ass leave the room and allowed myself a few moments thinking about what I’d do to that ass later, before turning to Aurora.

“Are you giving Mummy hell today, baby girl?” I asked as I lifted her out of the high chair.

She gave me a huge smile as I brought her close. “Da-da,” she gurgled, her chubby little fingers gripping a chunk of my hair while another piece of my heart was stolen simply by her existence.

I hadn’t been prepared for the overwhelming feelings Aurora brought out in me. The sheer love I felt and the fierce determination to safeguard her often threatened to consume me whole. I knew I would go to the ends of the earth to give her whatever she needed. I knew I would fight to my dying breath to protect her. I knew I would fall to my knees if any harm ever came to her.

Touching her nose, I returned her smile. “We need to work on your skills, darlin’. Stick with me; I’ll teach you how to handle your mother to get what you want without upsetting her.” I walked us into the bathroom, continuing with the conversation I figured I’d still be repeating for years. “Upsetting Mummy isn’t a nice thing to do. She does everything for you and loves you very much, and when someone cares for you like that, you should do everything you can to care for them back.”

Aurora stared at me with fascination and that beautiful smile of hers while I spoke. After one last tug of my hair, she let it go to bring her fingers to my face. This was our daily routine. I always came home from work and took over from Harlow, bringing Aurora in for a shower with me while I talked about random shit the entire time. Aurora seemed to love the sound of my voice and would listen for quite a while without getting fidgety. Our time together calmed her down which was usually what she needed. And it gave Harlow a small break, which she also needed. 

Half an hour later, we were both clean and dressed, and Aurora was gurgling away on the couch while I sat next to her preparing to read to her. We spent forty minutes there and worked our way through two books and a long conversation about bikes. The day would come when she’d actually understand the shit I told her about them, but until then I’d continue rattling off information while she sat next to me alternating between watching me and playing with her toy. 

Two hours after I’d come home, I slid into place behind Harlow on our bed. I pulled her close against me, resting one hand on her belly and pressing my lips to her neck. Her scent consumed me like it always did, but I fought against waking her. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I wanted her to sleep more.

“Is Aurora down?” she asked softly, her voice husky.

I tightened my hold on her and said, “Yeah. Go back to sleep, baby.”

She wiggled her ass against me. “I don’t wanna sleep now.”

I groaned, my dick hardening. “You need to sleep. You’re exhausted.”

Turning to face me, she brushed her lips over mine. “That is true, but I want time with you more than sleep.” She paused briefly before adding quietly, “Soon, we won’t have much time for just the two of us.”

Something in her voice caused me to pay closer attention to what she was saying. “Are you worried about this?” I knew having two children under the age of two wasn’t gonna be a walk in the park, but I wasn’t concerned we couldn’t handle it. Harlow’s tone led me to believe she wasn’t as convinced.

Her eyes searched mine for a beat before she exhaled and nodded, “Yeah, I am. Between how busy you are with the club and how busy we’ll be with two kids, I don’t think there will be a lot of time left for us. And… Well, there are just a lot of things to think about, that’s all.”

I frowned. “What things?”

She let the question hang between us for a few moments before shaking her head. “No, nothing. Just ignore me. I’m mainly worried about—”

“Harlow,” I pushed her, my tone bossy, “Don’t tell me to ignore you when there’s clearly something on your mind. I want to know what it is.”

Her hands came to my chest and she attempted to push out of my embrace. When I refused to allow that, she said, “Scott, it’s nothing. I’m being stupid.”

“You’re never being stupid, sweetheart. Talk to me.” My mind worked hard trying to figure it out but for the life of me, I came up empty. I had no clue what she was referring to.

She drew in a long breath and dropped her gaze before finally saying, “It really is just me being silly.” Finding my eyes again, she continued, “I feel fat and frumpy and useless at the moment. I barely lost all the weight I put on from Aurora’s pregnancy before I got pregnant again, and this time I’ve put on a lot more weight. I know it’s my hormones and my tiredness causing this mess of emotions and feelings, but I can’t shake it. And I’m worried I’ll let you down when the baby is born. Will I have enough energy to do everything I need to do? Will you come home every night to chaos and screaming children I can’t control? Will you start coming home later because of that? God, I hate dumping all of this on you. I’m being neurotic and—”

I pressed a finger to her lips. “You never apologise for dumping stuff on me. That’s what I’m here for. Now, as for your weight—I don’t see it. Plain and fucking simple. All I see are curves for miles and tits I wanna get lost in. And I know that’s not what you wanna hear, but fuck it, that’s what you need to hear. You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and having babies is only making your body more beautiful to me.” I lifted my brows questioningly as I asked, “Are you hearing me?”

She swallowed like she was fighting tears, but she nodded. “Yes.”

“Good,” I said with some force, “because I don’t want this negative shit filling your head. And if it continues to do that, you come to me and talk it out again. Now, as for everything else you said, you need to know only one thing going forward: I am one hundred fucking percent committed to our family. What that means is if you don’t have enough energy to do shit, I will do it. If I come home to chaos and screaming kids, I’ll deal with it. And as for coming home later, there’s no fucking way in hell that will ever happen.” I put my finger under her chin and angled her face up to ensure she looked me dead in the eye as I added, “You need to know I spend half my days trying to figure out how to get home sooner to you and the other half of them trying to figure out how to stop thinking about fucking you. You’re always on my mind, Harlow.”

She blinked through the tears that were now streaming down her cheeks. Taking hold of my face, she kissed me. Long and hard. I felt every bit of her need and worry and hope in this kiss, and I gave it all back to her. 

When she ended the kiss, she said, “Thank you.”

I shook my head. “Don’t thank me. Fuck, it’s what a husband does, and if he doesn’t, he’s not fucking worth having.”

She drew closer to me, sliding her leg over mine and gripping my bicep. “I love that you put up with my lapses in confidence and reassure me that everything will be okay. You need to know, though, that this’ll probably happen again before the baby is born. Like, it’s highly probably it will happen a few more times. Just warning you now.”

I held onto her eyes, not letting them go. “Yeah.” I fucking hated that she had to deal with this hormonal shit and would do anything to take it away for her. The least I could do was listen and try to ease her mind. “We agree right now to not handle shit on our own. You come to me whenever you need to vent or cry or whatever the fuck you need to do. Okay?”

A smile spread out slowly across her face, giving me what I needed. It was all I needed from Harlow any day—a smile to let me know she was okay. “Okay.”

Shifting her leg off mine so I could reach for her panties, I said, “Is there anything else you need to talk about before I lose the ability to comprehend anything you say?”

At the shake of her head, I slid my hand into her panties and growled, “Thank fuck because I’m not sure I can last much longer without getting my mouth on this pussy.”