Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(54)

Bingo brushed against my waist, letting out a little whine. We both looked down, and she laughed, kneeling to ruffle his fur.

“He can chill on the balcony tonight so we have some extra privacy. It's clear out there, nice breeze coming in.” My hand jerked the screen door open.

The big dog stepped out onto the small wooden frame, the bed I'd laid out there a couple weeks ago waiting. He settled in, staring at the stars, his furry tail wagging lazily behind him.

Left the door open so he could come back in when he was good and ready. It was too good a summer night. Everybody f*ckin' loved it, especially the dog.

Our kid did, too. Little Alex rolled in his sleep, smacked his lips, and the last tension lining his face smoothed.

“He looks so much like you,” Summer said, still leaning on me.

“Like both of us,” I agreed, grabbing her hand. Pulling it to my lips, I kissed her skin, flicking my tongue against the back of her hand for a single second.

Woman didn't need much reminder of what she'd be getting in about five more minutes. Too bad I enjoyed teasing her anyway, building the fire, the loving we'd missed for three goddamned years.

“Let's go to bed,” she whispered, laying her head flat against my chest.

Whores, bitches, sluts had all said the same damned thing to me before dozens of times.

Usually got my dick up, but never made me feel more. That changed, standing next to the cool summer breeze and our kid.

For the first time in all my life, I looked forward to passing out next to this girl. Shit, I wanted to wake up next to her, without having to worry about kicking her ass out first thing in the morning.

What. The. Fuck?

What is this feeling?

Her greedy little lips brushed against mine, all I needed to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and move.

There'd be plenty of time tomorrow to think this shit over. Tonight, we'd f*ck for a few more hours, put a dent in making up for the thousand nights we'd lost.

Summer didn't realize it yet. But I was gonna f*ck her every night she shared my bed.

Fuck her 'til she'd bring me off instead of just sassing. Fuck her 'til I drew my last breath.

Fuck her and f*ck her and f*ck her 'til the unthinkable happened, 'til I couldn't imagine my dick inside any other chick.

This was day one of my dick taking her * all the time, and only hers. There'd be at least ten thousand more days after it, too, mark my words.





9





Engine Roar (Summer)





“She's back. You never bring a girl around, much less twice, Jackson. What's with the kid?” Old man Taylor looked at Joker, his eyes as friendly and suspicious as ever.

“Decided I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with this woman, Grandpa. You were right.” Joker's huge arm went around my shoulder and pulled me close. I held Alex a little tighter in my lap, sitting in the chair next to him.

The three of us were gathered around another table in the commons area, Bingo laying at our feet. This shouldn't have felt so natural, so fast, like I belonged...but God help me, it did.

Grandpa Taylor beamed at both of us. “No shit? 'Bout time you finally decided to settle down, Jackson. A man can share the sheets with a thousand different women, but there's only one that'll ever matter. What's the story with the kid, again?”

I looked at him and blushed. Raw, intense heat came over my face.

Things were going perfectly. Too perfect.

I expected a disaster any second, some offhand slur or gesture ruining the moment.

“Stand up, Summertime,” Joker whispered, helping me up with a gentle hand. “Pass him Alex. It's time you met your great grandson.”

The old man's eyes bugged out. Didn't stop him from holding his old hands out, wrapping them around Alex, and pulling him into his lap when I passed him over.

“Goddamn. Great grandson?” he repeated, staring into the little boy's matching hazel eyes. “How? When?”

They all had them, the Taylors. If there was any doubt in the back of his mind, Alex's eyes told his great grandpa the truth, shining with an honesty no one could deny.

“Shit. Don't tell me,” the old man said, his voice growing softer. “Doesn't matter. I know it's true. This boy, Jackson...he looks like you. Like us.”

“Damned straight,” Joker growled. When his grandfather looked up, he was smiling. “We had a fling back in Seddon, 'bout three years ago. She came back and filled me in. We've smoothed things over, Grandpa. We're making them right. Never thought I'd have a family so damned fast, but here I am. Want you to be a part of it, same as always.”

“Jesus, boy!” Grandpa Taylor smiled at the little boy in his arms.

No, correction – Great Grandpa Taylor.

Alex bobbed his head, unsure what to make of the old man holding him. “You don't have to ask. The rights and wrongs in the past don't matter worth a damn. Only thing that counts is the now, and I'm telling you, I wanna see this boy here every week. All the good weeks I got left to this earth.”

“Not a problem, Mister Taylor,” I said, grabbing the old man's arm and giving it a friendly squeeze. “Alex needs more strong, smart men in his life. Two Taylors are better than one.”