Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(53)

“We should get cleaned up,” she said, squinting at me with something besides frustration in her eyes for once.

Love? Appreciation? Whatever the hell it was, I liked it.

“No. We're f*ckin' one more time, then I'll take you out myself. We're gonna need a few more things to set this place up.”

“Why? I already picked up some extras today.”

“My kid deserves more than having some cheap shit stuffed in my bedroom. He can sleep out here, in something cozier, while we take the bed like a man and woman should.”

She grinned. “Jeez, you're really serious this time, aren't you? About this family thing?”

“Get ready to f*ck. A lot, babe,” I told her. “Get ready to wear my brand on your skin. We're burying the hatchet, and I'm taking you for my old lady, so no other stupid f*cker ever tries to beat me to the punch. You know I'd kill him, whether he shares my patch or not.”

“Is it bad that I like you when you're jealous?”

“Whatever makes you scream, Summertime,” I said, smashing my lips down on hers.

Then I started to move my cock inside her again, bringing it fully back to life. We f*cked slower the second time, taking a few more minutes to savor every bit of shock and awe. Didn't stop us from coming just as hard.



*

I stayed up half the night, putting all the new kiddie shit together. Bingo watched from the side, the big dog's tongue hanging out. We'd rode into the big box store in Knoxville without a hitch, our first real shopping trip as a family. Alex looked around excitedly in the cart, laughing when we took him down the toy aisle, and zonked out the whole way home.

Fuck, what the hell was happening? Was this real life?

I'd gotten the boy a new play pen fit for sleeping, twice as comfy as the one she'd picked up. We'd donate the old one to somebody who needed it through the club's charity drives.

Sometime after midnight, Summer came padding in, fresh from lulling our boy back to sleep with a new story. She stopped next to me, scratching Bingo's ear, wearing nothing except that tank top and a pair of pink panties I wanted to rip off with my teeth.

“You should turn in soon. We can tuck him in, see how he likes the new bed. He won't put up much of a fuss either way, sleepy as he is.”

“Yeah, we're gonna have an early morning,” I said, giving her that smile. “Want to take Alex to see Grandpa. It'll perk the old man up to know he's lived to see his first great grandkid.”

First of many, I secretly hoped. Freddy left me to do all the work, and I wouldn't let him down.

My eyes crawled hungrily over my girl, staring at those long, creamy legs I wanted wrapped around me. My gaze stopped at her belly, picturing it stretching with my seed again.

I'd see her knocked up at least three more times before I even thought about slowing down, by God.

“Wow. This is moving fast.” Summer smiled nervously, tempting me to bite that lip all over again. “Are you going to tell him the truth?”

“Fuck yeah, I will. Everything except how the Deads are breathing down our backs. The old man doesn't need any more stress. Just something to be happy about.”

He's paid his dues in hell and blood, I thought. Knew he'd probably put down at least a hundred vicious motherf*ckers with all his years in the club. I'd always wanted to blow past his body count before I hit forty, and I'd be making good progress with the Deads coming toe-to-toe.

Why the f*ck did it feel so hollow, now? Was I going soft? Letting the same slack Skin and Firefly allowed to take over when they decided to settle down with their girls?

Maybe. Shit, maybe it didn't even scare me.

I wrapped my hands around her waist. Laughing, she toppled to the floor, rolling around on it with me, while Bingo paced excitedly around us.

“You know, through all this shit, I never got a chance to tell you how bad I missed you. Hurt like f*cking hell all these years, babe, one of the two chasms gouged out inside me since that brutal night.”

Her hand swept across my cheek, feeling my stubble. Fingertips like ice and steam, tingling through my skin. Made my cock as hard and eager as if I hadn't had * for a solid week.

“I may have missed you too,” she said, a playful note in her voice hiding the pain.

Didn't need to talk more with words. We needed skin to say everything else.

I held her down for another kiss, long and hot and sweet as ever.

Before I f*cked her again, we had to get the kiddo down. I got up, gently plucking Alex from the old play pen, carrying him out here to the living room. He only stirred a couple times in my arms.

Kid didn't realize he'd just become front and center of my whole f*ckin' world. Summer's fingers clenched my shoulders while I lowered him into the new crib, tucking a tiny blanket around him.

When he stopped moving, I craned my neck down, and gave him a quick peck on the forehead. These instincts were strange, but damn if they didn't feel right.

Turning around, I saw my girl again, her eyes softer than before. “It's like you're a natural, Jackson. None of his babysitters ever put him down so easy. Just me. And that goodnight kiss...God. Are you trying to break my heart again?”

Smiling, I hugged her close, slowly pushing my fingers through her long, black hair. “Fuck no. I'm done with that shit. Told you before, babe, this time is different. No more boozing 'til whole days slip by. No more f*ckin' around. No more fistfights with *s in bars just for the hell of it. I've got something more to look out for than just me and my club now.”