Even with her baby bump, you can see she has lost some weight and she was a slip of a girl anyway. Her auburn hair is still wavy and hangs down her back. Some of the layers have stuck to her skin where she has splashed cold water on her face.
Right now, she is looking at me like I literally grew an alien head, like she asked just a second ago. Her question is warranted. The way I have treated her is fucking shocking, with the possible exception of today, but fuck me, the news had my head spinning and I lost focus, but not anymore. Now, she has no fucking idea what is going to happen and it pleases me so much to know I will see her fire come out again.
“I took Austin to see his grandparents, Esther’s parents. I told them everything. From my shitty treatment of you, to the way you make me feel and our night of drunk monkey sex that I was too fucking smashed to remember. But baby, we will have to have a rerun so I can commit that shit to memory.” I smirk at her. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, making me chuckle at her reaction.
“Come again?” she states, putting her hands on her hips. Color floods her cheeks, making me feel a shit ton better knowing she is feeling better than she was a second ago.
“Oh, I will, babe.” I wink at her. “Multiple times. Pregnancy comes with horny feelings that only a real man can take care of for his woman.”
“Well, if you know a real man, send him my way,” she snaps back. I smile at her, then step closer. Her breath hitches at the closeness, and fuck if that sound doesn’t make my cock twitch in my jeans.
Raising my hand to cup her jaw, I see her ever so slightly lean into my touch. My heart beats a little faster as I lean in and lay a gentle kiss on her lips, giving her the chance to pull away. When she doesn’t, I deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue into her mouth, savoring her taste.
We get lost in the kiss. It’s just us in the world. The sound of the cars outside her place go quiet, the kids in the street go quiet, and the only sound is her soft whimpers as I take what’s mine. Breaking the kiss, I lean my forehead against hers and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room.
“I could kiss you all fucking day, baby. The taste of you, the little sounds you make, I bet you will make those sounds when I am fucking you and making you come.” As the words leave my mouth, it is like the shutters come down in her eyes and she moves away from me.
I frown at her reaction. She was into that kiss as much as I was, I know that for a fucking fact. The fire in her eyes lets me know I am in for an ass ripping any second now.
“You won’t be touching me again, Rip. That kiss was a mistake. You can’t just come in here after treating me the way you have and kiss me and expect things to be fine and fucking dandy.”
“Fine and dandy?” I smart.
“Oh, fuck off, Rip. You can leave.” She heaves in a deep breath but then all the color drains from her face and she darts out of the room, I am hot on her heels, knowing what is happening. By the time I reach her, she is already emptying her stomach into the toilet, heaving and panting heavily.
“Here.” I pull her hair back, and she tries to swat me away. I try not to laugh, but she is making it hard. Ignoring her swats, I hold her hair back from her face and rub her back. Puking your guts up is never nice at any time, but when you are pregnant and your body’s chemicals are in overdrive, it seems to feel worse.
Once her stomach is empty, Indie sits with her back against the bathtub, looking sweaty and pale. It scares me how ill she looks. I know pregnancy can be hard on many women, but she is my woman and I need to take care of her.
“Can you walk, or do I need to carry you?” I ask.
“I can walk,” she replies weakly. Not liking the sound of her voice, I scoop her up and walk into her room, then set her on her bed and head out to the kitchen. Picking up the drinks and banana, I make my way back into her room. Leaning against the headboard, her sluggish eyes track my movements.
“Drink this and nibble on the banana. It will help settle your stomach.”
When she listens to me, I am a tad shocked, but I hide it as I watch her take little sips and nibbles at the fruit.
“Tell me,” her weak voice sounds. Sighing, I kick off my boots and climb onto the bed next to her. We both adjust our positions, so we are facing each other. Leaning over, I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
“As I said, I took Austin to see his grandparents, Phil and Miriam. They are Esther’s parents. She was an only child, so they spoil Austin something rotten. Anyway, I told them everything that has happened between us and to say they were pissed would be an understatement. Miriam was happy and told me to pull my head out of my ass in not so many words, and Phil, he made me see that I am not betraying Esther in any way.” Taking a deep breath, I take in her beauty. Her belly has started to round out with my kid growing nicely.
“Fuck me, you are beautiful,” I tell her.
“Brian,” she whispers my birth name and it sends shivers down my spine.
“I like that.” I lean in and kiss her, then pull back and continue my explanation.
“They told me I need to move on, that Esther would want that. Hell, even Austin is excited about this baby. I—” She cuts me off.
“But are you?” she asks, and she has every right to ask me that after the way I treated her. I nod, smiling. Moving down the bed, I lift her shirt and the sight before me gets my heart racing too fast to be a good thing at my age.
Resting my hands on her bare stomach, I lean in and lay a kiss to her soft skin. She isn’t far along enough for me to feel the baby move yet, but fuck me, I can’t wait for that day, to feel my son or daughter move inside their mother.
“Hey, kid, I’m your dad. I really wish you would stop making your mom feel like shit out here. She is puking for all of the eastern coast.” I smirk up at Indie when she sucks in a deep breath.
“Brian, you can’t swear around the baby,” she scolds me, but it makes me laugh.
“Babe. He or she will be brought up around the club. What the hell do you think the boys will be like around him? The boys will cuss and say dirty things. It is the way shit is. I am not shielding the baby from it. I didn’t with Austin and he turned out fucking perfect, if I do say so myself.”
She giggles, the sound going straight to my dick trapped in my jeans. Moving up the bed, not able to stay the fuck away from her lips anymore, I take her mouth in a deep kiss, relaying everything I want to say through this one action. This isn’t just about sex with her, it is fucking everything, and I need to tell her that. Breaking the kiss, I lick my lips, letting her flavor settle on my tongue and my brain committing it to memory.
“Baby, this isn’t just sex for me. I am not here just because you are carrying my kid. Phil and Miriam were right, I am young enough to start fresh, and I fucking plan to, with you and the bubba you are growing.”
“Brian,” she says my name, her voice shaking slightly.
“You get me, Indie Smoaks? You are mine. This baby is mine; ours.”
9
Indie
It has been four weeks since Rip claimed me as his in private, but today he is taking me to the club as his Old Lady and letting the club know that I am his. To say I am nervous is a freaking understatement, because we are so new and still finding our footing together. We still lock heads over things, and I throw in his face his treatment of me, but I know I have to stop that shit also. He is trying so hard to be there for me and the baby.
We have talked about our past, present, and future. Austin, Esther, their family, and mine. He has even taken me on a few dates, though not many because I get tired a lot, so we stay in at his house or mine and chill, watching TV with Austin sometimes.
Some days I know I am being childish, and believe me, Rip has called me out on it and so he should. My pregnancy hormones are flying high and making me act crazy. One of the Old Ladies told me it can happen sometimes, because my body isn’t handling the hormone imbalance well enough.
“Do I need to fuck the atti
tude out of you again, babe?” Rip mutters against my neck as he circles his arms around my waist and expanding stomach.
“No,” I snarl back, making him chuckle. I lean into his hard chest, loving the feel of the heat from his body seep into my back. He kisses my shoulder before moving over to my neck, and my skin breaks out in gooseflesh and my body heats up.
“I think you do. Bend over. Now,” he commands. Not waiting for me to listen, he slides his hand up my back, stopping between my shoulder blades and gently bending me over the desk in the office at Reckless Repair.
My dress is pushed up over my ass, showing him the plain green boy shorts I am wearing. I can’t wear thongs now, they are uncomfortable as shit, so it is plain jane panties for me until the baby is born; not that Rip cares, mind you. Slowly, he peels the material down my legs, leaving me bare from the waist down.
“Brian, someone could come in. Stop it,” I say, trying to sound firm, but my voice comes out breathy and horny, because my man is on his knees, kissing my ass cheeks and burying his head between my thighs.
A shiver rushes through my body, when the hairs from his fashionable stubble brush against my heated skin.
“Fuck, babe, you taste good, always do. Spread ‘em’,” he mutters against my skin and taps my outer thigh. Doing what I’m told, I adjust my legs, giving myself a wider stance.
“Don’t have time to prepare you good, baby, so this will be hard and fast, got it?”
All I can do is nod and wait for him to slam into me. He doesn’t keep me waiting long, as I hear the sound of his jeans being opened and his belt hitting the floor with a clang. Within seconds, he parts my ass cheeks again and slams home, making me cry out from both pleasure and pain. I am wet and slick, so he is met with no resistance from my body; she wants him.
Since we decided to make a go of things, and thanks to the pregnancy hormones, I am pretty much wet twenty-four-seven. On very shaky legs, my man slams into me repeatedly, causing cries of pleasure to rip from my throat.
“Oh shit,” I grind out, bearing down as he reaches around and pinches my swollen clit. The tight, hard nub has been throbbing since the sexy bastard behind me walked out of the shower butt ass naked this morning, then got dressed and left me in bed.
Fucker.
“Take it, baby, take it all. Come all over my cock, soak it in your juices. I want to smell you on me all fucking day,” he pants out, his hips snapping, forcing his hard dick into me at such a force that the desk shifts forward.
With one more thrust and a pinch, I come, screaming out his name. The euphoric sensation rips through my overly charged body. Once my pussy starts spasming around him, Rip comes with a growl. I would imagine people heard him for miles around.
I rest my forehead on the wooden desk as Rip rests his against my back, both of us panting from our vigorous fucking. A knock on the office door startles me, but Rip, the bastard, laughs.
“Given that the sounds of a screaming banshee have stopped, I’m guessing you guys are done. You wanted a reminder for the appointment for the baby,” Trace says through the door.
“Shit,” I mutter, pushing Rip away from my body so I can right my clothes. He laughs while sorting his clothes out. Bastard only has to tuck his dick away and zip up his jeans. I step away and look in the mirror Pepper has placed on the wall behind her desk. I look like I have been dragged through a bush. My hair is all over the place, my cheeks are flushed, and my clothes are now crinkled from being bunched up around my breasts.
“Oh God,” I groan, shaking my head. Still laughing, Rip steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my expanding stomach.
“You look beautiful, even freshly fucked.” He kisses my bare shoulder thanks to the strappy dress I am wearing. His touch makes my skin heat, even though we had sex less than five minutes ago.
This is what he does to me.
Brian Tatum only has to look at me and I am a puddle of mush.
“Charmer,” I say, smiling at him in the mirror.
“Come on, let’s go see this kid.” With another kiss to my neck this time, Rip walks over to the desk and picks up his phone, keys, and wallet, adds them to his jeans, and opens the door, holding it open for me.
I quickly shake out my hair from the clip that was now doing a crappy job of keeping my hair out of my face and off my neck. Satisfied with how I look, I meet Rip at the door, leaning up to kiss his jaw before stepping out into the heat of the day.
Slapping my ass, making me giggle, we walk over to his truck. I wave to Zero, Trace, and Wolf. Rip gives them a chin lift, and Trace and Zero smirk back at him. Men. I shake my head at the greeting. Clearly, they heard us in the office. My cheeks flame red at the thought. I never used to blush like this.
I have never been one to shy away from things, especially anything sexual. These baby hormones are changing how my mind and body react to things. Fingers crossed it changes when he or she is born.
* * *
We arrive at the hospital and I check-in. Within minutes, I am being called into the room where the ultrasound scan will take place. I am nervous this time because this is the first time Rip will see our baby. I wanted Austin to be with us today, but he already had plans.
I settle in the bed with Brian’s help, adjusting my dress up and over my stomach, and the nurse places a thin blanket over my lower half, causing Brian to wink at me and mouth “not fair”.
I giggle, loving this relaxed side to him. We sit and wait for the nurse to start. Once she enters all my details into the computer, she plops some gel onto my belly, making me shiver from the cold temperature.
Just as the wand touches my skin, there is a loud knock on the door before it swings open and a flustered Austin pushes into the room.
“Did I miss anything?” he huffs, clearly out of breath from racing to be here on time. Brian’s smile spreads across his handsome face as he stands and hugs his son. Austin steps over to me, leaning over to give me a hug, before sitting next to Brian.
“And who is this handsome man?” the older nurse asks. I look back at Austin and see a blush creep up his face. Smiling, I go to answer but Rip gets there first.
“Our oldest,” he states proudly. I gasp at the word ‘our’. Both men look at me, smiling proud smiles at me, as tears fill my eyes.
“I hate you right now. Thanks for the warning. I’m going to look a freaking mess when we leave here now,” I babble as the tears spill over, no doubt taking my mascara with them. Rip gets to his feet and comes to me, leaning in and kissing me softly.
“Baby, you look beautiful always, even when you are flushed, sweaty, and panting, pushing our baby into the world.”
“Oh, you have a good one there, honey,” the nurse says, winking at us.
10
Rip
“Oh, you have a good one there, honey,” the nurse says, making me chuckle and Indie covers her face with her hands.
“Oh, she knows it, don’t you, baby?” I remove her hands and kiss her soft lips. “How about we see if we are having a little shit or a princess.” Slapping me on the arm, Indie scowls at me.
“Nice, Brian, nice,” she says, still scowling at me. I turn my head, winking at the nurse, before taking my seat next to the bed to hold Indie’s hand.
Slapping Austin on the back, I smile at my boy. “So, fucking happy you are here, kid. This means the world to us,” I tell him. Indie squeezes my hand, letting me know she agrees with me.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Moved some stuff around so I could make it.” He smiles at us like the proud big brother he is. I know he will be amazing with this baby and Indie. He does both Esther and me proud every day.
“I’m glad you are here,” Indie chokes out. My boy stands up and kisses her head before sitting back down beside me.
“Okay, shall we see how this little one is doing?” the nurse asks. We all nod and wait for the image to appear on the screen.
Me, a badass biker, is anxiously waiting to see a grainy black and white
image on a screen. It’s fucking crazy, but hey, here I am. My stomach is in knots and my palms are sweating. I did all this with Esther when she was carrying Austin and I loved it, but this feels different.
“Here you go.” The sound of her voice breaks my thoughts. I refocus my eyes, the TV coming into view, the hand tightly being held in mine squeezes back, dragging my eyes from the screen down to the amazing woman I am falling in love with.
“You okay?” I nod and smile at her question.
“Well, baby is looking good for its gestation. Heartbeat is sounding strong. Listen.” With a click of a button, the most breath-taking sound hits my ears. Strong thuds echo around the room. My heart rate matches the baby’s, I swear it does, and my body goes still but softens at the sound.
“Oh, God,” Indie whimpers. Bringing my gaze to hers, I see she is crying but smiling. I nod, knowing what she is feeling because I am feeling it too.
“Sounds like a baller to me,” Austin chimes in, making us laugh and helping to lift the heavy tension in the room.
“Are we wanting to know the sex of the baby today?” the nurse asks.
“Yes, please,” Indie answers for us. We have talked about finding out and we have had some heated discussions about names, which ended up with me fucking her against the wall, over the dining table, and other places around the house.
As more anxious seconds tick by, the nurse fiddles with buttons and moves the wand thing around. She smiles and locks the screen for us to see.
“Well, Mom, Dad, and big brother. You are having a little girl.”
“Oh, Brian,” Indie whispers.
“Fuck,” Austin mutters, but he is smiling as he looks at me. “Shotgun.”
We both say at the same time. We all burst out laughing, including the nurse. Indie brushes away the tears that are leaking down her face, making me smile and close the gap between us, taking her soft lips in a passionate kiss, showing her how much I love her through this one kiss, because neither of us have said the words yet.
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