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“No problem with that. I like havin’ her around. She’s a big help.”
“I’ll ask her again, but I can tell you she’s probably going to tell me she’s good.”
“Whatever you think is best,” I told him as I looked down at Catherine to make sure she was still working hard on her bottle.
She was, so hard that the damn thing was gone.
“I’ll take that to the kitchen for you. I’m gonna head out for a bit unless you need me to do anything,” he told me as he got to his feet.
“Nah. Think everything is settled for now. You good?”
“Yeah,” he told me with a smile. “Just want to ride for a bit.”
I knew that feeling all too well.
“Alright, brother. Have a good night.” I handed over the bottle and then brought Catherine up to my shoulder. With a few pats on her back, she let out a huge, un-princess-like burp. I laughed and tried to gently get another one out of her.
I got up and cradled the baby to my chest as I walked up to my office.
I was naturally good at multitasking, I kind of had to be. There was a lot of shit going on even if we weren’t in high-alert times. Just runnin’ the club and making sure everything was on track took a lot. Though, I never imagined myself doing it while holding a kid. That was a whole different level of multitasking, if you asked me. It was still easy with Sparrow and Catherine because they slept a lot at this point. But when Chry was around, boy, did I feel like I had to split my brain in two. Not that I minded one damn bit. And sure, I could have sat back and taken some time off— I usually did when he was around— but I thought if I could get something done, then I was going to try.
I might have seemed like a laid-back kind of guy, and I was for the most part, but my mind was always going. I was always watching, planning, and trying my best to predict the future. Or at least see potential problems that might pop up. I liked to be prepared, and more than that, I liked to have a solution forming in case I needed one.
It was also smart to know what was going on with my men. Sometimes I could see shit that I didn’t even think they were aware of. I might not have known exactly what was going on, but I could usually tell when something was up.
And since I was the President, I held some secrets like no other. I only kept them to myself when I thought it wouldn’t harm the club. I’d never, fuckin’ ever, keep shit that could put the club in danger to myself. But personal shit, yeah, I got that we all had it and that shit didn’t always need to be aired out like dirty laundry.
I had Mouse to keep up with the numbers for the club and the business. He handled most of the money stuff but I liked to stay on the same page. So there I was looking over the numbers for the garage and I felt Catherine’s little fingers tuggin’ on my beard.
What was it with kids and my hair?
My fingers came up to touch the long hairs hanging from my chin. I kept it clean and oiled because no one liked brittle beard hair breaking off everywhere. I wasn’t all pretty like some men. I wasn’t even like those hipsters with their wannabe lumberjack look that spent hours on their shit like some women did on their face. I was a rather simple man, but I did care enough about personal hygiene not to seem like a backwoods mountain man.
See, kids were a huge distraction.
While I enjoyed my time with the club babies, I was pretty glad I could give them up after a few hours. Besides, it was like I had a damn litter of my own with all the drama the brothers could get into.
Like Sketch and his constant revolving door of women. Yeah, I knew he was upfront with them, but some women just couldn’t get that shit through their heads. I’d dealt with it a time or two. But the numbers he went through caused that shit to happen more often.
Charming and Blade weren’t far behind him, though they usually tended to be more discreet about it. Not much, but a little.
Then there was my VP, Mason. Sure, he hated trouble, but he couldn’t exactly skirt it when he had baby mama drama going on. I felt for the guy and couldn’t blame him one ounce for wanting to see his kid. And it sucked that he got tied to a crazy bitch like her. Still, there was a shit load of frustration there for him a lot of times, and since we were close, I often took some of that on because that was what family did.
I knew I never wanted to deal with that shit.
So even when I had women in my bed without knowing their names, I made sure I wrapped it up and used my own. I was never so drunk to the point I didn’t know which end was up. Never let the woman put the condom on. I never even let her get near that shit once I was done. There were some crazy women out there, and I’d heard stories of some taking off with the used rubber to do God knew what with.
Those days weren’t over, necessarily. I wasn’t that old. I still liked to get down and dirty. I definitely still loved the feeling of a woman wrapped around me. However, there was currently only one woman in my life.
Petra wasn’t my girlfriend. She wasn’t my old lady. She wasn’t even something that could be considered a friend with benefits. We weren’t friends. Yet, we weren’t enemies, either. And though there was an unsaid rule that we could do what we wanted between our… meetings, I never had an urge to take advantage of it. No one had caught my eye since Petra came into my life. Didn’t know what it meant and I sure as hell was smart enough not to think about it.
Because if I knew anything about Petra, it was that you took what you got and you didn’t ask for more.
So I took her random text out of nowhere telling me to come, and I went to her prepared to give her whatever she needed.
Sex with her was hot as hell even if I was usually tied down for it. I didn’t mind giving her control for a number of reasons, but mostly because she knew how to handle that control. She knew how much to take and in the end, she always managed to blow my damn mind and left me drained in the most satisfying way.
You better bet your ass that I wasn’t looking anywhere else. I knew at this point in my life that everything else would be lacking and just a waste of time.
Things might not have been perfect, but my life seemed pretty well balanced to me. Sure, there were things I could complain about, everyone had something, but there wasn’t a day that went by that I felt the need to.
And I planned on keepin’ it that way.
