muse: reese crahan. early forties. president of a motorcycle gang that's a criminal organization. hot headed, perpetually hrny and definitely has a girl who's way too young for him. yes i know i just made jax teller shut up and let him fuck her in the kitchen okay.
'shit, babe, you cookin' a fuckin four course meal for us, huh?' reese laughed as he entered the kitchen, 'you got those boys salivating out there.' he hovered behind her. it was friday. poker night. normally the brotherhood would meet at the clubhouse but given renovations, resse had invited everyone to his place instead. he wasn't surprised to find none of them objected. reese's old lady was the hottest of them all.
none of his fellow members where stupid enough to try and touch her but reese caught the way they eyed her up and down. especially like this. big and round, swollen with reese's kid. he'd catch them staring at her and he just knew they were jealous it was his kid inside her and not theirs. now in reese's defense he hadn't been trying to knock her up again after their first kid but she'd begged so nicely for him to breed her again and he just couldn't say no to her
'you sure you need to be doing all this?' he looked over her shoulder down at the food on the stove as his hands cmae to rest on either side of her belly, 'didn't the doctor say some shit about you takng it easy? given how big the babies are.' he smirks at that thought. reese stood at six foot four. he'd been a nine pound baby. their first son had weighed about the same and now his girl had twin boys weighing her down. he'd have felt bed if she wasn't so damn sexy like this, 'you keep doing all this hard work and you're going to pop.' he teased, 'might not make the last two weeks after all, hmm?' he teased, leaning down to place his lips against her neck.
At 19 years old, Rachel was supposed to be in college, pursuing a degree and having the time of her life in sorority parties and clubs. Instead here she was in the kitchen of a criminal, cooking up a storm for said criminal and his gang members. Life had indeed took aa huge 180 degree turn when she fell hard and fast for a much older man on the wrong side of the tracks. And despite what her former friends and family might think, she regretted nothing.
"Something like that," she joked. "Someone's gotta keep you all fat and healthy," she teased. "You boys need your strength and I know you all have more than the appetites to keep up." In truth, cooking had always been a secret passion of hers, so it was a joy to finally indulge in cooking for the people she loved. As opposed to her rich, lonely girl childhood, whereby everything had been prepared for her needs and comfort. She adored being a stay-at-home housewife now where she could finally and independently do everything for herself and take care of her newly growing family.
"Well, who else is going to be taking care of the house, our kid and you, if not me, huh? You got some new girl coming in to replace me while I'm knocked up with your enormous boys, huh?" she joked, thought not without a hint of paranoia in it. Even after all was said and done, Rachel still had a tiny fear that one day Reese would tire of her and leave her. After all, there was still that large age gap between them and she was still so new in navigating the ropes of his world. She then let out a breathy sigh of pleasure at the touch of his lips against her sensitive neck. "Oh, it wouldn't be all this hard work that's gonna make me pop if I remember the last time correctly," she rubbed her massively swollen belly tenderly. "I know my limits, the question is, do you?" she smirked knowingly, as she turned off the stove and turned to face him coyly.











