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“Leave them be, mama. My men won’t hurt them.” I channeled my inner resting bitch face and gave him a once-over. Short cropped blonde hair, blue eyes, and a ruggedly handsome face. He looked like a girl's wet dream, and he knew it. “You should teach your men some manners,” I retorted, keeping my focus on Meredith and her friends. “Right now, they’re about as charming as a swarm of mosquitos at a picnic.”
“What can I bring you, girlie? Something fruity?” she asked. “No, thank you. I am good with water,” I told her, checking the dance floor again. “Is our liquor not good enough for you? We have the premium spirits, girlie.” Dee stood with her hand on her hip, and I swore she’d pop bubblegum if she’d been chewing any. I was about done with people judging me today. “Perhaps you fried your brain cells in a mist of Aquanet, girlie. I am pregnant, so the water will be fine. No lemon.”
“If something has happened to her. If something has happened to my baby, I am pulling patches, and I don’t give a fuck who it is.”
“Meredith, listen closely,” I said to her. “You need to get it through your thick fucking skull. The Iron Shield is a family. I would put my life on the line for any of my brothers or their families. You couldn’t even take five minutes to talk to Grace.” I heard her gasp. “Old Ladies have to be unanimously voted in. It won’t matter what you do. Beg. Sex…”
Grizz growled down the line. “I’ll never vote you in for this. That’s not a threat. That’s a motherfucking promise.” “I got her,” Cyph said. “She emailed David McNally about 10 PM last night. All it says is, ‘Check your calendar.’” “Oh my god,” Meredith whispered, but I still heard her. “Grace is getting a divorce.”
“You’re in some serious shit, mama. You don’t disappear on me like that.” He kissed my ear and pulled away.
“I am here because you went missing without a trace. Cyph said you turned your phone off in your driveway, and it took him longer to find you. That’s not acceptable to me, and I would have pulled patches if they hadn’t located you. Meredith filled in the details when Cyph found the email you sent to the lawyer.” I made sure she was paying attention to me. “I don’t play with you or our baby. They got a lesson on how serious I am about that, and eventually, you won’t question it either.”
Her bump pressed firmly into my stomach. The baby kicked me. He agreed, and that was good enough for me. For now.
“You want something, you ask for it,” Sabre whispered in my ear. He slid his right hand out from under mine and placed it back on my hip, waiting for me to say something. “You’re denying both of us with this silence.”
“Grace is carrying my kid. It may not have my blood, but I have claimed both of them. They’re mine, and that’s just how it’s going to be. In a few years, when she’s pregnant again, that’ll be my kid again. Except this time, we’ll have two instead of one. If she gives me a football team, the only problem we’ll have is the house only has four bedrooms.”
“The only thing I want is a healthy mama and baby. However, I am going to warn you. If it’s a girl, I am buying bigger guns, and you won’t be able to stop me. Just sayin’.” “Why? So you can threaten boys when they come calling?” She rolled her eyes. “Of course. No one’s good enough for my princess, and if she looks like you, I’m fucked.” I was serious. Grace was a knockout. “Well, it’s a good thing it’s a boy then, isn’t it?”
“Hi,” he said. “Each week you’re more beautiful than the week before, and that’s saying something, because you knock my socks off.” “Words like that will get you laid.” “Nah, I fucked myself over telling you’d I wait. I’ll keep my promise to you, so that the next time I make one, you won’t ever doubt that the words are true.”
I buried my head again into Sabre’s chest, and he held me just as tightly. We were trying to ignore Pretty. He must have opened my passenger door because suddenly, there was a high-pitched squeal. “You made potato salad!”
“That wasn’t even my dick.” As I formed a response, there was a loud bang on his door. “Warn the single brothers when you’re going to do shit like that. Now, I have got to take care of it myself.”
“I can’t have extra bacon. It’ll give me heartburn,” she said as she threw them back in the pan again. She suddenly grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding my plate and held it to her belly. I could feel just the slightest bit of pressure. The baby was kicking. “See!” she said happily. “He agrees.” She was still holding my hand to her when she looked down at her protruding belly. “Tell Daddy we like bacon. but it doesn’t like us. He worries too much.”
“Guess what?” he whispered in my ear. I nuzzled my face into his neck. “I am keeping you.”
Watching her chest rise and fall, I reminded myself that they were safe. I’d burn the world down to keep them that way. They were mine, and no one was going to take them from me.
“Ugh, what am I going to do with you?” “Fulfill all of my fantasies.” He laughed and dropped his forehead so that it was the only part of him touching me. “Just promise me we’ll grow old together on our porch swing. You’re mine, mama, and if you’re ready, let’s go see our son.”
A dry hollow sound. "This is a weak moment right now. I want you too badly, and if I turn around, that's it," he sighed. "I don't have condoms, so I can't even protect you." "I thought bikers were supposed to carry a few in their wallets," I teased him. "Some hot chick has a thing for leather, and you can just reach for one as you whip it out." "I think you like to kill me. It's a specialty of yours."
if we're doing this, you're not getting hurt. 'How did you break, Grace?’‘Oh, she fell in the shower trying to climb my dick.'" I couldn't help the laugh that trickled out. "It'd more likely be, 'How did you kill, Grace?’‘Oh, her pussy shriveled up and died, waiting for me.'" He barked a laugh. "No. I'll never live it down, and neither will you."
"Good things come to good girls who wait,"
"It doesn't matter what my last name is. I'll legally have it changed, but I want you to know that I love you with all that I am, with every fiber of my being.”
He parted my lips and held them open with his fingers. "Looks like breakfast to me." "Stop playing with your food." I yanked on his hair, trying to steer him back to where I needed him the most.
"I took the five-inch bet. I figured if he had small man syndrome then he was lacking." Pretty chimed in. "It's not the size, but the motion of the ocean," he said, swaying his hips in a circle. "Does that work for the back door, too?" Count taunted Pretty. "Nope, twerking does." Pretty bent over, stuck his ass out, and started to pump his back and hips. "If you're not careful, you're going to hurt yourself. If that's the case, we'll just drive by the hospital and throw your ass out. None of us want to walk back in there," How said, laughing.
