Page 200 of Filthy Love

“She has a little crush, it's fine. She’ll be over it soon enough.” She soothed him with a caress to the back of his neck. And got him back on track by whispering. “I stopped taking my pill four days ago, baby.”

His head reared up. Eyes hot as hell burned her. “What?”

“I want you to put another baby in me.”

Being a head shrink, as he called her, Gia knew how to choose the most evocative words to stimulate Hawk's motivation, it wasn't quite manipulation. But she wasn't saying it wasn't either. He spoiled her in every way possible. Whatever she wanted she got instantly or he'd break his back to get it for her.

She was treasured and loved and worshipped and after Sunny was born she thought their little team was complete until recently she'd had yearnings for another baby from him.

“We've fucked how many times in four days Gia...” he stated in a hushed voice looking down at her flat belly.

She flashed a smile. She could tell him how many times. It started every morning long before Sunny woke them at dawn, he’d reach through the sheets and kiss the spot between her breasts and then he’d help her climb on top of him, so she could get at his cock. He loved watching her ride him.

“Maybe we should just ...you know... keep trying to make sure...”

“Fuck.” He hissed. The hardness pressed against her hip twitched.

He peeled out of his overalls with speed, leaving them in a heap on the garage floor, she clutched the front of his shirt, so desperate for that first kiss. “I'm taking you home. Not fucking you in the clubhouse. I'll put my baby in you bent over that armchair you love in our room.”

Romantic and filthy. That was her man.

“Hi, Pweaher! Hi, Cappy! I had clock-late! Hi Weaper!” Sunny did her usual greeting routine to the men here today. The men she loved like uncles.

“Hey, baby girl.”

“Hola, niñita.”

Reaper went down on his knees when Gia’s girl ran over to ask if she could see his son.

As that, the boy of Sunny's heart strolled in.

Hands in his pocket, dark hair messy on top of his head in need of a cut.

Shoulders folded in and sulking.

He shuffled over to Preacher who leaned his arm on the tool bench and looked at the boy. Any outsider would assume the boy was born of Preacher, he took on every mannerism of the older man by copying his slouch.

“What's up, kid?”

“Mom said I can't go to football practice.”

Preacher's brow rose, and Gia watched him try to hide his smile by rubbing his mouth “Why's that? Did you give her lip?”

Seb looked horrified like he’d swallowed spiders or said a curse word in church.

As Preacher probably knew.

Anyone could see they both adored every inch of Ruby and wouldn't upset her for anything, she was their world and those boys, revered her. If Ruby wasn’t happy then her boys weren’t happy either and they moved heaven and earth to make it right. “No, sir. Didn't do my chores.”

“What chores did you have?”

“Making my bed. Why I gotta make the dumb bed anyway, I'm gonna climb back in it in a few hours?!”

Gia chuckled. It made perfect sense.

“I know, son.” Preacher rested his hand on the small shoulder as if he totally sympathized, “but shit like that makes girls happy. And we want your mom happy, don't we?”

The boy huffed and nodded. “I'll do the damn bed.” Preacher chuckled and added. “Don't curse in front of your mom.”

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