Will (Steele Riders MC Second Generation #1) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Steele Riders MC Second Generation Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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“You have a few more years at least.” Beast bumps my dad’s shoulder and chuckles.

“Let’s hope a decade,” he grumbles.

It’s nice to see that their friendship wasn’t harmed in all this. If anything, it’s gotten closer. I’m sure they’re going to be fighting over who is going to teach the kids how to ride first or who gets to babysit. They may be giant, rough men, but underneath, they are great family men who I’ve learned everything from. I only hope I’m half the man they are.

“So mom, Momma Steele, Will and I have something to tell you.” Melanie bites down on her lip so damn adorably I’m sure they’ve already figured it out, but they haven’t said a word. My mother-in-law is already sitting on the edge of her seat, nearly jumping off her chair. My mom’s perfectly shaped brows are full of tension as she stares at us, waiting impatiently. Our dads are standing behind them because her Beast knows and doesn’t want to give it away and I’m betting my father isn’t a fool either.

“Well, what is it?” my mother asked, eyes wide with anticipation.

“We’re having a baby,” we say together.

“About time,” my mom shouts, popping out of her seat.

“Yes,” Mrs. Brandon cries, pulling my wife into her arms. “I love you, baby girl. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“Son, I’m so happy for you,” my father said, pulling me in for a quick embrace. I pull back and he’s fighting tears. “Damn, I’m getting old.”

“Yeah, but I can’t say I blame ya, Boomer. All this time I’ve been waiting for them to tell us when they’d add to the family already. Congrats, Will.” My father-in-law shakes my hand and then smiles before walking over to his baby girl.

His phone rings as he pulls away from me. I know it’s the crew, wondering why we’re taking so long to get to the clubhouse. “So are you ready for that ride or do you want to sit this one out?”

“As much as I want to stay and celebrate, Melanie doesn’t want me to miss out on it.”

“You men, go and have your ride. Pretty soon he’ll end up missing some of them as I get too big, and he’ll be too worried to travel.”

“You’re right about that,” I grumbled, pulling her into my arms. They all chuckled, but not at me. Everyone had been in our shoes before at one time or another. With all the kids just popping out everywhere, there were times that they couldn’t take long rides.

Melanie

Five Years Later

“Daddy,” Andrea calls out. “Daddy, where are you?” I quickly adjust my dress while Will fixes his pants.

“This is your fault,” he growls against my ear as I can feel his seed slide into my panties.

“Mine?” I challenged, giggling as I pressed my hand against his chest. “You’re the one who pulled me in here.” We were at the clubhouse trying to get stuff done before the annual picnic, but even after ten years of marriage we get carried away.

“You’re the one who came in here with that damn dress. How is a man supposed to get any work done when his gorgeous wife comes in here looking like a fuckable piece of ass, needing to be marked up?” he growls, cupping my neck, giving me one more kiss before patting my bottom.

I open the office door to my little mini-me. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Grandpa, little miss?” I asked her.

Andie walks past me and straight up to Will, “Grandpa told me that you are incooour-rrig-able.”

“Do you mean incorrigible?” he questions our four-year-old fairy princess who is dressed in a pink tutu and black leather jack with pigtails and pink and black Converse and crazy cool black and pink fairy wings.

She tilts her head to the side with her hand on her hip, twisting her lips. “Yep, and that Grandpa William is on his way.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’m going right now.” She nods and then turns on her heel and sasses her way back out to Boomer. She has so much personality and is starting to learn things every day.

“Well, that is a close one, Lanie.”

“You’re telling me. Let’s go wash up before my father gets here.” We head to the bathroom and make it out in time as my father pulls up. He comes bearing gifts for Andrea.

“Andie Candy, my sour apple, were you a good girl today?” he asks her. She smiles so sweetly, but we know she is not. She told him that before and that’s why he calls her sour apple.

“Yes, Grandpa, but Daddy and Mommy were in trouble.”

“Oh yeah?” he says, cocking his brow with a smirk.

I was about to cover her mouth, but she got the words out first. “Daddy called Mommy a bad girl and he spanked her in Daddy’s office. I told Grandpa. He said Daddy is ingorr-gg-gable.” It’s not the Texas sun that turns my face a nice shade of red. Out of the mouths of babes.


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