Page 20 of Hell & Back

“Oh my god. I can’t believe I just did that.” She scrambled to pick her dress up off the floor. She shoved her arms in it andafter a couple of tries, had it tied again. “I’ve never done that before during a lap dance.”

“It’s okay. Look,” he stood slowly, afraid he’d scare her worse than she was already. “We still have all our clothes on.” In fact, Jed thought the fact that neither of them had gotten naked was funny. Or he did until she kept going on about what a mistake it was.

“That,” she pointed to the now empty chair. “Should never have happened. This was a mistake.” Her eyes dropped to his cut. “Shit. You’re one of the owners.”

She was just noticing his cut?

“What does me being one of the owners matter?”

“Well, don’t all the members of the Sons of Redemption expect the dancers to put out?”

“No. We do not.” Now he was getting a little pissed off.

“What? I thought all bikers took what they wanted regardless of,” she stopped suddenly, realizing she must have crossed some invisible line with him. Her mouth slammed shut and she took a step closer to the door.

“I don’t know what kind of bikers you’ve been hanging around with or if it’s just something you women read in those mommy porn books you like to read, but the Sons of Redemptionneverforce ourselves on women. Never. As long as you work here, you don’t have to worry about any man, whether he’s in the Sons or not, ever forcing themselves on you.”

He started for the door, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of there and back to the clubhouse where the women there weren’t afraid to admit they wanted to fuck him. And didn’t think he and his brothers were a bunch of would be rapists. For every step he took toward the door, she took one as well until he stopped.

“If you would kindly move out of the way, I’d like to leave now.”

“Oh.” She moved to the side and allowed him access to the door.

He opened the door and slipped out, nodding once to where Nick stood in the shadows. He didn’t return to his table to spend more time with his brothers. He didn’t head toward the clubhouse once he hopped on his bike, either. Instead, he decided to take a long ride on the back roads to clear his mind and cool his body. She might not want to admit it, but Avery was as turned on by him as he was by her. She wanted to fuck him and it scared her to death. He drove for several miles and the only thought he had was when he got back to town he was going to seek her out and make her beg him to fuck her.

5

DARREN

Darren had had enough of the way the woman sitting across from them kept staring at them. Her lips were so puckered she looked like she’d been sucking on lemons. He coughed into his hand to cover the laugh threatening to break free as he mentally compared her pursed lips to a puckered asshole. From the way she was staring him, Kylie and Tuck, she’d already drawn some conclusions and passed her judgment. They were all evil and going to hell.

He didn’t recognize her as one of the women in Kylie’s usual rotation of women here to see the doctor and decided to fuck with her. He winked at her and almost laughed out loud as she huffed and got up to move across the room to a seat that just opened up when the nurse called someone else’s name to come back.

Most of the time when they came for Kylie’s baby doctor appointments it was no big deal. Most of the women had seen Darren or Tuck or both with her at one time or another sincethey found out Kylie was pregnant. In the beginning, Darren had been the one to come with her because at the time, Taylor, Tuck’s ex, was trying to pin another man’s baby on him. Tuck, being the upstanding man that he was, wouldn’t kick her to the curb until he found out for sure whether or not the baby was really his. Everyone knew it wasn’t his including Tuck, but he couldn’t take the chance that she was telling the truth. It was at one of Taylor’s appointments in this same office that he ran into Kylie and Darren as they were all leaving. She’d just found out she was pregnant and had been in shock, so when Tuck accused Darren of being the father, she’d been devastated. It wasn’t long after that Kylie had set him straight and he’d been both happy and terrified at the news.

Since the three of them had started coming to the OB visits together, they’d gotten some varied looks. Some were curious and would shyly smile at them. Others would get this dreamy look on their faces like they were jealous and imagining themselves in Kylie’s shoes. Others, usually the ones a little older, would look at them and appeared to realize the many benefits of having two men to call your own. Still others, like the snooty bitch that he winked at just to piss off, only saw something ugly and twisted. Neither he, Kylie nor Tuck could give a flying fuck as to what others thought of their relationship, but it didn’t stop him or Tuck from fucking with them from time to time just for shits and grins.

Like now. That snooty bitch that got up and moved kept sending glares their direction. Did she really think her opinion mattered to them? He knew he shouldn’t do it, but not caring, he cupped Kylie’s cheek and pulled her face toward him while she still held Tuck’s hand on the other side. He dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her softly, but thoroughly. He didn’t want to do anything lewd because of the reaction the other women mighthave. He heard a gasp from across the room and pulled away chuckling.

“You’re messing with another one, aren’t you?” Kylie grinned and rolled her eyes. She was used to his and Tuck’s antics when it came to self righteous bitches. The funny thing was Kylie had been known to instigate things herself on occasion, too.

“Yeah. Couldn’t help it. She was pissing me off the way she was throwing her bitchy looks at you.” Darren leaned back and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He didn’t understand why women always threw shade at other women. Why didn’t they give shit to the men involved, too?

“Kylie?” Dr. Hartford’s nurse stood in the open doorway leading back to the exam rooms.

It took Tuck a second to get up with the help of his cane to follow Kylie through the door. Darren brought up the rear, grinning at the soft sway of her hips as she walked down the hall. It was funny that from behind he couldn’t even tell she was pregnant. She’d put a little weight on in her butt, but not all that much. Her tits had gotten bigger, not that he was complaining and it looked like she had a perfectly round ball under her shirt. She also had the most amazing pregnancy glow he’d ever seen on a woman. And that wasn’t just because she was his. It was just a fact.

The nurse led them down the hallway toward the scale. From previous visits they knew to keep a safe distance away while the nurse made a note of how much weight she’d gained since her last visit. Kiley made sure to keep an eye on them in case one of them, possibly considering suicide, snuck over to take a peek at the numbers.

They were shown to a room and advised the doctor would be in shortly. She handed Kylie a paper cover up and asked her to undress from the waist down.

He and Tuck took the two empty chairs and settled in to watch their woman strip.

“You guys are such dorks. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Kylie grinned and shook her head as she took off her clothes.

Darren looked at Tuck and saw what had to be the same shit-eating grin he knew had to be on his own face.

“Good grief.” She hopped onto the table, shook the paper cover up and placed it over her lap. She’d left her bootie socks on because the room was always so cold and she hated it when her feet were cold.

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