Page 137 of Savage Outlaw

“You okay, Cookie?” He asked against her ear and found her smile turned his way. She had no such shyness in climbing onto his lap when he parked his ass on one of the many chairs and benches around the fire. And if his girl didn’t care, then neither did Butcher, so he palmed her ass and got her comfortable. He’d been good ever since.

“Yeah. I wanna go inside and get some food though, I need something cheesy.”

He sucked on his inner cheek. Her cravings kicked in this past week and he fucking loved it. Loved bringing her anything she wanted because he was discovering pregnancy craving Roux was a little pouty and he couldn’t get enough.

“I’ll get it for you.”

“No, you stay here.Relax.” The way she said it and then shifted her eyes over to Axel translated to the complete opposite of relaxing in mind.

She wanted Butcher to talk to him.

He sighed inward, then tagged her around the neck and got his wet kiss. When he parted, he put his mouth to her ear. “Don’t go far, wanna slide those panties off you with my mouth in a bit.”

Her inhale was all he needed, but the arousal in her eyes got him going too. He’d already promised her on the ride there that he wanted to fuck her somewhere in theDiablosclubhouse.

His rebel woman was totally down for it.

Dipping in, he kissed her again before setting her free. Naturally, his eyes watching Roux and her fantastic ass poured into a skintight, three quarter romper, belted in the middle, until she disappeared inside. Everything in him hummed with quiet awareness of how much she’d settled these past few days. The excitement she felt for their baby. Even discussing names last night when they were done fucking and snuggled in bed. He hoped she was joking about Urie. He didn’t care how much she loved Panic at the Disco; his kid was not being called Urie.

Only when she disappeared inside did he haul his ass up, grab two beers from a cooler and he prowled over to Axel’s table. The other man was sitting on top of a picnic table, a cig to his lips. Handing over the beer, he perched himself next to Axel.

The other guy dipped his head, assessing him as he always did. It was progress he’d stopped snarling. “You having a good time?”

Roux was enjoying time with her family so that meant he was too. “Yeah,” he answered.

“Make sure to try Chain’s ribs. He babies those things for a week, marinating and rubbing shit, then he tosses them into the smoker.”

“I’ll be sure to.” He liked ribs; beer wasn’t bad either. He could tell Roux so far so good with her dad.

Would they get to a point where the guy didn’t look at him as though he was filleting Butcher’s fish? Maybe have him over for Sunday dinner? Ah, who the fuck knew. This playing nice shit with a man who’d kicked the literal hell out of him was gonna take some time. As civil as Butcher was being, he still remembered that night too.

It wasn’t natural for him to go easy on a guy who’d battered the life from him. Then again, he didn’t plan on falling in love with a seventeen year old girl either.

All his forgive and forget came courtesy of Roux.

“Why have you never told my daughter what I threatened to do?”

The question came unexpected but didn’t surprise so much. Butcher wondered when he was gonna bring that up. “And let her hate the only parent she had? The man she loved more than anything. I’d rather she hate me for a time.”

Laid up in his hospital bed the night after his attack, in strolled the man in front of him. Axel stayed not even a minute, putting his face in Butcher’s broken one, but that’s all he needed as he recalled. He’d threatened Butcher in no uncertain terms if he came near Roux again he wouldn’t only break his bones next time. He’d break Roux’s heart by arranging for every club slut in a fifty mile radius to swear on her own grave that she was fucking Butcher too and even knocked a few of them up. Hearing the vehement determination of his threat, Butcher knew he’d carry through with it.

He’d kept that secret.

Every time they gravitated together. Those illicit meetings where their bodies did more talking than anything else. The fast fix of the woman he loved from the beginning; he never opened his mouth to ruin the only thing she had in her life.

Butcher, even now, would take that shit to his grave.

“I would’ve told her, if the shoe was on the other foot.”

“Difference in you and me, Axel. I already hurt her by walking away, wasn’t gonna compound that with more.”

“I was wrong,” the other man said, his head tipped to the floor, his forearms resting on his thighs. “I fucked up with my girl. Didn’t want her getting messed around by a biker, didn’t know your reputation then, only what you were. Her mom was a cunt and that’s putting it nicely, she ran me a merry fucking dance, dropped Roux soon as she was born. Wanted better than that life for her.”

“You trying to apologize to me, Axel?”

Axel smirked, turning his head to the side so his longer hair fell in his face. “No.” And then. “I’m saying I was wrong. Should’ve let her make her decisions, even if you broke her heart. Don’t think she’s forgiven me for what I did.”

Butcher knew she had forgiven him because of how much she loved Axel.

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