Page 45 of Serendipity

He didn’t say anything else and when Dippy bounded up to us, I wrapped her in my arms. “You’re a natural. You’ll be a better rider than the Prospects before you even know it.”

Cain punched me in the shoulder. “They aren’t Prospects anymore.”

I rolled my eyes. “Until they come up with names better than Bear and Goose, I’m going to keep calling them Prospects.”

Judas turned away, muttering about fucking geese. We walked toward the back entrance of the Clubhouse, and Judas paused with his hand on the door. “We’ll go for a ride tonight. Just the four of us. Be ready by six.”

With that, he disappeared into the darkness of the hallway. I couldn’t help the shit eating grin that lit my face. I’d been right! He did want her.

Cain leaned over and kissed her lazily. “I told Paulie, I mean uh Bear,” he rolled his eyes, “that I’d help him with his bike. I’ll see you tonight.” It was a promise. I didn’t know what they got up to at night, but I had a feeling they hadn’t gone the whole way yet. I didn’t know what was holding them back, but I wasn’t sure I had the same scruples. My balls ached just being in the same vicinity as her.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her toward my room. “Sol, slow down,” she said laughing, running while holding her belly. If I could run backwards and hold her belly for her I would, just so she’d go faster and I could enact my master plan. As it was, I turned and grinned at her over my shoulder.

“What are you up to? I don’t trust that grin one little bit.”

I was kind of making it up on the fly, but she didn’t know that so I pulled out the old faithful, “It’s a surprise.”

Yeah, a surprise to us both. I just needed to get her alone for a bit. Just Dippy and me. I needed to be able to woo her so she’d never want to leave me. Leave us.

We finally made it to the door of my room, and I wondered if stripping off her clothes and fucking her until we both forgot our names was enough of a surprise? It was certainly my favorite kind.

I shifted my eyes to the left, my eyes falling on the door to my bathroom. Hell yeah. “Wait here.”

I ran into the bathroom and turned on the taps to the freestanding tub. It was my one luxury. The thing was huge, because I was not exactly compact in size. It took forever to fill but it was worth it.

I poured in some of this flowery bath shit, because I liked fucking bubbles and they don’t come in manly scents. Like men don’t like fucking baths.

I walked back out, and Dippy was walking around my room, looking at my stuff. I didn’t care. I wanted her to know everything about me, because I wanted to know everything about her. She’d paused in front of my dresser, picking up a photo frame that was face down on the polished wooden top. It probably looked like it had fallen over, but it hadn’t. I just couldn’t look at it, but it felt wrong to put it away in a drawer. Instead, I sat it up there and looked at it occasionally for penance.

I didn’t need to see the photo inside the frame though; it was permanently etched into my mindseye. I walked over and stood close to her anyway, breathed her scent in, let it soothe the raw wounds that still weeped inside me.

It was a photo of a woman with a gummy baby in her arms. She was surrounded by four men, Judas and Goliath on either side of her, Cain and I behind her. Only that wasn’t our names then. We were all smiling at the camera, and the woman between us was smiling widest of all. God we were so fucking happy.

“Who is she?” Dippy asked softly, and I swallowed hard. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I said a surprise.

Ah, fuck. “Come on. I ran you a bath. This shit is better talked about surrounded by bubbles.”

Dippy looked once more at the photo, and nodded. It wasn’t just seeing Laura that was the hard part about staring at the photo. It was looking at my Brothers and knowing how they would never be that happy again. It hurt my heart so much.

I grabbed Dippy’s hand, and gave her a sad smile. Well, never say never. Cain certainly seemed happy. The other two would get there too, if they just got out of their own damn way.

I led her into the bathroom, glad I’d cleaned it up the day before. The water was almost done, the water a couple of inches below the rim.

“Woah. I think I’m in love.” She started stripping off her clothes at an alarming rate. Her shirt went over her shoulder, and she struggled out of her yoga pants.

I knelt on the ground, slipping her shoes off her feet, then her socks. She rested her hands on my shoulders as I peeled her pants over her ankles and off her feet until she stood in front of me in nothing but her underwear.

Fuck. She was so fucking beautiful. I ran my hands up her long, tanned legs. They weren’t perfectly smooth, because shaving your legs pregnant is a tough ask. But I didn’t care. They were the highway to exactly where I wanted to be. I slid my hands to the outsides of her thighs, missing the apex of her body as much as I wanted to bury my face there and never come up for air. I let my thumbs brush over the round, firmness of her stomach, then I stood.

“Dippy, I’m going to kiss you.”

She let out a relieved sigh. “Thank God.”

I wasn’t sure we were allowed to say that anymore, but I still kissed her. Tiny, sipping kisses at first, sucking her lip between mine gently. But she wanted more, increasing the pressure and deepening the kiss, and I was more than happy to give it to her. I’d give her whatever she wanted. I trailed my fingers down her spine, and she shivered into me.

My dick was now rock hard and I swallowed down my moan. I tore my lips away. “This isn’t your surprise. Get in the bath before I remember I’m a fucking biker and not a gentleman.”

She laughed at me, and I turned away as she stripped off her remaining clothing. Again, not because I was a gentleman, but because I had shit fucking self-control. If I saw her naked, I’d have her propped up on my vanity and fucking the hell out of her in 3.5 seconds.

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