by Rayne O'Gara
This is home.
Wood looks up and smiles before his lips tip down. I raise an eyebrow at him wondering what the fuck his problem is.
“What the fuck is up with your eyes?”
Fuck.
Noelle spins away and glares at Wood. “Don’t you dare make fun of him, Dillon Gentrey,” she spits fire at Wood, which has me smirking. I love protective momma bear mode, makes me think of babies. Fuck I need to full on claim this woman.
“Easy there, Sweets. Legitimate fucking question. Literally caught with my pants down here, baby.” Wood placates her, but I smile. Life with these two is going to be fun, annoying at times definitely, but the best time of my life none the less.
Fuck, we lucked out that night in the bar.
“Okay, fine. Sorry,” she apologizes to Wood then turns a smile to me. “How ‘bout a shower?”
I grunt at her.
Yeah, like I’d ever fucking turn down a chance to get Noelle wet and soapy. Fucking her in the shower has become one of my favorite things to do, besides having her on the back of my bike. I swing her up over my shoulder like the real cavemen I’m named after and show her just how much she means to me before tucking us both back into bed next to an already asleep Wood.
“I love you,” she sighs into the hair on my chest. I squeeze her tightly and run my hand through her hair.
“And I love you more than breathing.”
“God, you can be so freaking sweet.”
“Stays between us.”
“Can I at least tell Jaycee?”
“Babe.”
“Stacy?”
“Babe.”
“Dad?”
“Woman,” I growl.
“Aye, aye, my Caveman. Your secret is safe with me. Now Wood might blabber though, so watch out for that.”
No, he won’t. He wouldn’t say anything, That’s my place. That’s why he didn’t push about my eyes. And I feel like a complete fucking idiot for thinking I should hide from him. Another thing Noelle gave to me. Jesus, this woman never stops giving and surprising me. And she doesn’t even know what a gift she is. That’s why I will spend the rest of my life showing her.
Epilogue
Wood
I can’t do this.
I need to get out of here.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Wood?” Noelle must see the panic that I know is written all over my face. I look down at her, but say nothing. This hurts so fucking badly. “It’s okay, Dillon. You want to go outside or go grab a beer?” She gives me an out and the choice helps calm me.
The party is small, only club members and Jay’s family, who took to the club fairly well after being introduced, but I guess a baby smooths shit over pretty fast. That and her brothers all came ready to beat the shit out of the father of said baby…until they actually saw Steel and Onyx, then the club at their backs. Steel stepped forward and told them straight out that if they needed to beat on him to be satisfied and move the fuck past it to go right ahead and that he would do the same fucking thing for his family. They approved of his character and welcomed him and Onyx into the family. Something Cave and I both had accomplished with Noelle’s dad, when the only thing he said to us was “you seem to make my girl happy” before shaking our hands and welcoming us. Being accepted so easily was not anything Cave and I had ever witness before, it felt damn good.
People wander from outside where the grills are cooking and ice chests full of drinks sit to inside the clubhouse where a beaming Jay sits holding a pretty in pink wrapped baby bundle. Our club chapter’s first biker princess.
What if I freak out and she slips in my arms?
What if I drop her, she’s so fucking tiny?
What if when I look at her I lose it and think of my lost daughter’s face?
I shake away most of my worry. I can’t avoid her for the rest of my life. I’m gonna be here to see her grow up and I won’t have her thinking I hate her because I can’t get a handle on my own worries and fear. Shaking my head to Noelle, I take the steps forward to stand at the side of the couch.
“Wood.” Jay smiles serenely at me. She glows, motherhood suits her.
“Hey there, Ma. Can I?” I ask and nod my head down to the bundle in her arms.
“Of course. She needs to meet her Uncle Wood, don’t you my sweet little one?” She lifts her arms up and starts transferring the baby into my arms. “Don’t forget to support her head and back.” I nod, completely transfixed on the beautiful creature in my arms.
“Meira, meet your Uncle Wood. He’s a goof, but one of the best men you’ll ever meet.” I look at Jay and roll my eyes.
“Meira?”
“The shortened version of the word miracle. With a spelling shift.”
“Good name,” I murmur and run one of my blunt fingertips down Meira’s soft and perfect cheek. Black hair that already curls covers her head, chubby cheeks, and the cutest little button nose. Shit, I’m a fucking mess over this little thing in my arms. Her baby blue eyes open and we just stare at each other.
“Looks like you’re going to have to get knocked up soon, Noelle, or I’m never going to get my baby back.” Jay laughs and I jerk my eyes up to Noelle’s shocked eyes.
A baby with Noelle?
Noelle, round and pregnant with mine and Cave’s baby. Feeling him kick while holding Noelle. Holding him or her for the first time. Never having to worry about doing something wrong or messing up because Cave would have my back. He would be right there and we…fuck.
Noelle’s hand moves down to touch her palm to her flat stomach. The look on her face tells me everything. She hasn’t thought about it, but now that she has, she wants it.
And fuck, I want to give it to her.
I want her to have my baby.
I want to have a family with her and Caveman like Jay has with Steel and Onyx and now Meira.
With one more smile to the gift in my arms, I hand her back to her mother with a smile. “Here’s Little Bee back, Ma. I won’t steal her away anymore.”
“I was just teasing. You can hold her anytime. And especially babysit, when she’s older. I’m gonna need a break I think between overprotective men and a newborn.”
“Anytime, Jay.” I lean down and kiss her cheek.
“Wood!” I stand back up and smirk at Steel. “You need another lesson on who’s woman you’re kissin’ on?”
I waggle my brows at him and wink at Jay. “Come on, man, she’s a total MILF.”
“Fucker.” Onyx chuckles from behind Steel and Rage crosses his arms before glaring at me. I lift up my arms and shrug at them like whatcha gonna do? Take me how I am.
Walking over to my woman, I pull her into my arms, her back into my chest, and rub my hands on her stomach.
“Hiding behind your woman?” Steel snarks and I nod enthusiastically.
“Um yeah. My bitch knows how to fight for her man,” I say proudly, remembering the broken bottle incident.
“Not when he refers to another woman as a Mom I’d Like to Fuck, she doesn’t,” Noelle grumbles, but I bend my head and nibble on her ear lobe.
“I’d like to make you my own personal MILF,” I whisper into her ear and smile at her gasp. “You want that, Sweets? Want to have my baby? Cave’s baby?” I ask her and wait for her answer.
She already proudly wears her property patch claiming her as mine and Cave’s. She flashes her rings to anyone who will look at the rocks we gave her at our marriage ceremony. And she loves to trace our tats claiming us as hers, that she helped design, with her tongue every time we happen to be fucking shirtless. Which I do frequently. I love my woman’s tongue on me. And her mouth. And her hands.
Caveman walks in through the side door carrying a beer and stops at our side. I smile at him, still waiting for her answer. Her head lifts before she licks her lips.
“You want a baby, Sam?” she asks the big guy softly. His purple eyes widen in shock before flaring in excitement. That’s a silent fuck yeah. As then demonstrate
d by Caveman when he pulls her away from me and hoists her up over his shoulder before walking her out of the clubhouse, her laughter being heard all the way outside until it’s drowned out by the sound of Caveman’s pipes.
I turn to all the watching people and laugh at the confusion on their faces. “Looks like were leaving then.” I point to Steel and Onyx. “Take care of yours, and know me and Cave are here if you need anything. Now,” I clap my hands before rubbing them together, “I’m off to make a playmate for Little Bee over there. If I fuck Noelle upside down will it be a boy? Or is it doggy style that’s guaranteed a boy?” I look over to Rage, but he shrugs his shoulders back at me. “Oh well, it’ll be fun either way.”
The laughter of my family follows me out of the clubhouse and to my bike where I kick my beauty to life and follow my future down the road where she waits for me at home.
THE END
Books by Rayne O’Gara
Hearts of Heroes
Taming Two Fires
Taming Her Past – Protecting Her Future
Taming Forever
Taming Sofie
The Landcaster Brothers
Keeping Her Close
Keeping Her Safe
Wildfires
(co-author w/Jana Leigh)
Love in a Fire Zone
Some Like It Hot
Demon Rebels MC
Her Wild Riders
Two Sides of Noelle
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Excerpt from Taming Two Flames
Hearts of Heroes Book One
By Rayne O’Gara
Cait
We pull into an empty spot in the crowded parking lot, Sofie parks while I get a good look around. Large grassy spaces and playground equipment litter the park with children all shapes and sizes running their little selves ragged and having a blast in front of me. As I watch the kids I grab my camera and climb out of the car. Glancing over to my left, I notice a large green atrium with its roof sparkling under the sun. Inside the house-like structure is a massive spread of food covering the picnic tables and is surrounded by people. Good lord that’s a lot of food! Are they trying to feed an army? Looking around I notice the attire everyone’s wearing and my body relaxes a bit. Looks like I picked appropriate clothing for once. My fingers are itching to snap pictures so I raise my camera. Sofie slings her arm around my shoulders, “It’s quite lovely here, isn’t it? Hold off on the pics for now ‘mkay? Let’s find Rob and eat first, I’m starving. Then I say, snap away, my dear lady photographer, snap away.”
We scan the crowd for the big, burly man who is her husband. Chairs are scattered over the grass, some in circle groups, while others are lined up so parents can watch their little ones. People are everywhere it seems. Sitting, standing, lounging on picnic blankets—here to relax and socialize.
“I had no idea there was this many people going to be here,” I state.
Sofie contemplates her answer as she looks around and gives a shrug. “Well including Rob, there are eight to a team with four to a truck. I think there are three teams at the station.” Listening to her count of people, I see Rob’s buzzed cut head in a group of men off the right side of the atrium holding plastic cups, gabbing away. So I grab Sofie’s arm and gesture toward her husband. “Found him.”
Making our way over to the group, I can hear his booming laughter over the squealing kids. Sofie walks over to her man as I hang back from the group. I’m just not ready yet to be focused on. I really could just stay in the shadows and be good. I hate to be in the spotlight and I’d rather be on the other side of the lens. I see a big smile form on Sofie’s lips as she reaches Rob. Goodness he’s happy to see her too. Chuckling to myself as I watch him grab her up with his massive arms, which looks like he tried stuffing into a red polo shirt and barely succeeded, and squeeze her tightly. Rob leans down and grazes a kiss on Sofie’s lips before releasing her so she can make her round of hellos. Out of the corner of his eye he catches me trying to hide and flashes me a smile.
“There’s my Cait!” he exclaims happily as he grabs me up for my own bear hug.
“Your squeezing the life from me, put me down you Neanderthal!” I wheezily berate him. Chuckling, he releases me into a more gentle hug. I can see the sparkle in his hazel eyes and I know he is genuinely happy I’m here. “It’s good to see you. How’s your new place treating you?”
I can’t help the excitement that burst from me. “It’s great! I love it! It’s just perfect!” Once his question is answered he fully releases me and returns to his full height. This man’s big, like, almost a foot taller than my five foot seven and as wide as a front of a car. Massive. Sofe looks so small smashed against his side, but she seems to fit perfectly under his arm. I want that. Yes, I am afraid of being rejected again, but I so badly want to experience the love and bond like they have.
Rob grabs ahold of me and turns me to the group of friendly looking guys, and starts the introductions. Nodding and shaking hands with the four guys standing around me, I relax with Rob and Sofie beside me.
“Ahh, Alex, just in time, this is Caitriona. She’s a longtime friend of Sofe’s, wanted to get out of the house and rock out on the dance floor tonight. Isn’t that right, girlie?” Rob’s deep bass of a voice comes over my shoulder. Face blazing red, I turn toward Rob to give him a piece of my mind. I mean come on! What’s with him?! ‘Caitriona’? He never uses my full name, it’s always ‘Cait’ or ‘girlie’. Something smells rotten to me, and it’s Rob. I turn my body fully to him, my mouth opens to give him a what for, when he interrupts my would-be tirade.
“Caitriona, this is my coworker, Alexander O’Fallon. Oh…I see my wife needs a drink, sorry guys, excuse us.” Turning and walking away, he pulls a confused looking Sofie alongside him. Her eyes, the size of dinner plates and staring at me, I see her mouth ‘oh my’ before turning away trying to keep up with her long-legged husband.
What the hell just happened, they just abandoned me?!
“Well, that was kinda awkward and obvious all at the same time. I’d apologize for him but I think you already know what he’s like.”
Oh. My. God…my whole body shivers at his voice. It’s like I’ve been dipped in warm, sweet honey. My head slowly turns toward the almost orgasm-inducing voice and my heart drops to the floor. Okay, wow. Breath gone, my eyes rove over his body. Tall, slender build—a runner for sure—his tight t-shirt hides nothing as it forms to his muscular chest and over strong, broad shoulders. Solid, strong chin, pouting kiss-me-now lips, and a straight nose leading to the most beautiful emerald green eyes I have ever seen, topped with a mass of light brown curls…I can’t breathe, don’t pass out, suck in. Mmmmm…suck, him…oh, my.
I am pretty sure my mouth is hanging open, but I can’t seem to find enough brain cells to close it. Focus, Cait. Before he just walks away or you pass out. Sucking in a breath of crisp air, I wet my lips and try to say something…um, anything.
“Hi.” Damn! Well that was just great. Look at me, queen of the conversation—not.
“Hi back, I’m Alex and it’s nice to meet you, Caitriona. You’re a friend of Sofie’s?” Chuckling good-naturedly, Alex takes a drink from his cup. Okay, I can do this.
“Just Cait, um, no one calls me by my full name. It’s meet you nice as well….oh! I mean, nice to meet you as well.” Oh way to go, Cait! Seriously… Pull. Yourself. Together. The hot man asked you a question. Blushing furiously, I continue, “Yeah, me and her go way back, like third grade I believe. You and Rob on the same team?”
About the Author
Rayne is a fun loving BBW who loves to write about curvy girls getting the hot man (men) of their dreams. She is a mother of three awesome (but exhausting) children.
She’s been married for ten years to a wonderful supportive husband. Her mother was the one who got her started with writing and R
ayne will always be thankful to her for that push. She loves sharing her brain babies with everyone and hopes you enjoy them as much she did writing them!
