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“We should go for a ride, the weather’s perfect.”

“We will in about five more months.”

“Ugh, you’re no fun sometimes,” I grumble as he holds my door. He leans in, buckling my seatbelt, then carefully closes the passenger door.

He climbs behind the wheel, strapping himself in. I tried to reach over and buckle him in the first time he did it to me, and he’d looked at me like I was on crack. I figured if he could do it, so could I. Needless to say, it was a lecture I didn’t need to have for the next twenty minutes while he’d drove me to work in my own car about how it was his job to keep me safe and mine to keep me safe too, not to worry over him. Silly man.

“Told ya’, Jailbait. Not gonna do anything that could hurt you or my kid. Gotta keep you two safe and sound.”

“Well,your kidenjoys your motorcycle.” So do I, but I’m laying it on thick right now with the guilt.

“See, Daddy’s girl already. Now, you just relax that seat back and keep your blood pressure down.”

I roll my eyes. One high blood pressure reading and suddenly it’s a thing he’s worried about. I don’t know if I was even pregnant then and my brother had just been able to stand up on after resting his injuries. He’d fallen and screamed so loudly I’d had a minor panic attack, thinking he’d seriously reinjured himself. My blood pressure was high and I’ve never lived it down since. “Why five months?”

“Gives you time to have her and heal enough to have you back there without it hurting.”

“Okay…”

“Plus, I’m pretty sure the first time you’re on the back of my bike wearing my property patch I’m gonna have to pull over somewhere and fuck you, so you need to be healed enough to take my cock.”

My brows skyrocket. This is news to me, and suddenly I’m wanting him to pull over right now just imagining it. Reaching for him, I get his button unsnapped one handed, and dip my fingers inside his jeans. He passes through the gate, nodding to the prospect as I pull his cock out and begin to stroke.

“Fuck,” he hisses, biting into his lower lip as he attempts to drive while I jerk his glorious cock. I’ve never been a fan of penises, but geezus, this man has a pretty dick with silver balls studded throughout. Makes me want to hop on and pretend I’m a cowgirl. “You’re so bad,” he growls.

“But?”

“But, so fucking good.”

I grin. “Only for you,” I promise and mean every word.

“I love you, Lacey, fuck, do I love you.”

“With your whole heart?”

“Every toxic beat, baby doll, it belongs to you.”

Chapter 18

I fell in love with you because you loved me when I couldn't love myself. - curiano

Plague

We get back to the club with a box full of cookies from Lacey’s latest favorite place. She found a small shop about thirty minutes away that bakes with all organic and non-toxic ingredients. I have no idea what any of that means, only that she’s passionate about them, and we have to hide them from Baker, or he’ll get all huffy puffy over the fact she didn’t ask him to make them. My brother has claimed the position of unofficial club grandpa and has been trying to feed Lacey damn near every time he sees her. We all find it amusing, but my woman feels guilty to always be eating the club’s food. I told her it’s all of our food, but she’s still not completely used to the way things work around the MC. She’s trying, though, and it’s all any of us can ask for; it sure does make the brothers appreciate her more. She’s a damn good woman.

“I can’t believe the new girl told me I was too fat to ride on a bike and I should leave you to women who can.” She shakes her head, biting into a cookie. She chews a bit violently, her cheeks turning red all over again.

“I tossed that bitch out on her ass, baby. You know we don’t tolerate disrespect towards ol’ ladies around here. You deserve respect at all times.” And I mean it, that chick had lost her motherfucking mind if she thought we’d put up with that trash for even a moment. I kinda wished my woman popped a few of her teeth out for speaking to her that way, but Lace is all grace and took it with a raised brow.

“Still, I can’t stop thinking about what she said.”

“She was jealous. Your tits are huge, you have the ass bitches like her have to pay for. Don’t give her bullshit comment another thought.”

“My boobs have gotten big.”

“They’re fucking amazing, babe. Love sucking and nibbling on them. Probably more than you love those cookies. I still think you should let me pierce them for you.”

She rolls her eyes and flashes a smile. Her being happy is all that matters to me. I’ll kick club slut after club slut out of the MC if I have to-to keep the peace among the ol’ ladies. There are three of them around now, so their comfort is being made a priority. They love us enough to not ask us to change, and we love them enough to carve out a spot in our way of life so they fit. It’s a balance and new whores showing up and rocking the boat won’t fly with any of us. “You need to give this box to Angel and Mouse. If it stays in here, I’ll eat all twenty cookies.”

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