Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Hmmm,” Hadley says, pondering his words.
“I could help,” Katana offers.
“Aww, I love you, Katana.”
Nees groans. “Seriously. You all suck.”
“I like it when you take me to Sonic,” Hadley admits. “You’re my cherry limeade guy.”
“’Cause that’s not gay or anything,” Bizzy says with a snort.
“Even gay, Nees gets more action than you, Santa,” Dragon reminds him.
Jesus Christ.
These guys bicker like little fucking girls.
And I love it.
My family.
This small MC gang. My wife. Our sweet little angel.
“Have you talked to Copper about Thanksgiving?” Hadley asks me, turning her sweet eyes on me. Fuck.
Filter grunts in annoyance and stands. He makes up some lame excuse about taking a nap. Once he’s gone, I let out a sigh.
“Copper said he’ll think about it.”
“Not good enough,” Hadley sasses. “I want to see her. She hasn’t seen Caydence yet.”
The big badass bikers who are supposed to back me up slowly retreat. Stormy is a touchy subject around here. Ever since that night she blew in like the fucking cavalry, I researched every bit of information I could find on her. It’d be better if she were dead. Might even give Filter some closure because he feels deeply betrayed by the fact he was literally sleeping with the enemy.
But Copper is a stubborn ass with his own agenda.
“I didn’t want anything for my birthday except this, Jared. Just this.”
Fuck.
She’s throwing out the big guns now. My real name. Her birthday that we recently celebrated.
“Fine,” I grunt. “I’ll make it happen.”
“Yay!” she squeals, waking our daughter. “I love you!”
I lean in to accept her kiss. She tastes like coffee. If I didn’t have a curious infant trying to tug at her momma’s hair right now, I’d pull my woman in my lap and try to knock her skinny ass up again.
“You know it’s going to be a fucked up Thanksgiving if he brings her,” I mutter against her lips.
“I know.”
“Filter will probably bail.”
She sighs. “I know.”
“Copper will probably be an asshole.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“But…”
She smiles. “But they’re family. Copper and Filter are yours, and even though it pisses all of you off, Stormy is mine.”
And now that my brother officially quit the FBI and has patched in as a Royal Bastard, his word is binding when it comes to Stormy. He’s claimed her as his—even if she ain’t his old lady. The fucker has had her this entire time. No matter what bullshit Stormy pulled on us, the brotherhood of this MC is what’s going to save her lying ass. One of our main rules is never fuck with another member’s old lady. Stormy is his unspoken old lady. Even if he hates her and treats her like a prisoner. She’s still his.
“Let me see my cuz,” Nees says, holding his arms out.
I clutch my daughter tight. “And risk you dropping her ass on the floor? Fuck no.”
“I already told you, man. I’m good with the ladies.” He fucking smirks like he wants me to punch it right off his face.
“Call me man again and I’ll make you scream like a girl.”
“Dude, er, Prez,” he grumbles. “I was just trying to give you and your old lady some alone time. I’ll take little Cay to her room.”
With a groan, I relinquish my angel to her dumbass cousin. As soon as he’s safely inside and away from bikes, tools, and concrete, I pull my old lady into my lap. The guys scatter, which is a good goddamn thing because I’m about to fuck this woman right here on the couch.
“Pull your pants down and sit on my dick, baby girl,” I command, nipping at her throat.
She moans, grinding her pussy against my hard dick through our clothes. “Someone will see.”
I laugh. This bitch gets off on that shit. Once, right before she gave birth to Caydence, I fucked her in the pool. Dragon sat on the edge and jacked off like it wasn’t no fucking thing. She came so hard and was so responsive, I decided to let it go. Since then, she’s lured me a few times into doing nasty shit with my guys nearby.
Dirty girl.
My dirty girl.
She stands to shimmy out of her yoga pants and panties while I work at getting my cock out of my pants. Once I’m free, she straddles me again. Her sweatshirt is annoying, so I rip it away so my girl is fully naked in the chilly garage.
“Fuck me like you want me to put a baby in you.”
She slides down my length and groans. “No babies.”
“Oh, we’re having a whole litter of babies, baby.”
“You’re such a gross male,” she complains. But she isn’t complaining about my dick because she fucks it like it’s the best she’s ever had.
I grip her fleshy ass and squeeze. “I’m going to come deep inside of you, PG. By next Thanksgiving you’ll have two of my babies.”