Page 54 of Outlaws' Single Mom
“How does he feel being cooped up in here?” Jess asks.
“Honestly? He’s handling it better than I am. He’s totally obsessed with the bikers and doesn’t really understand everything that’s going on.”
“Man, I know that feeling,” Paige says with a laugh. “That’s how we all ended up here. By the time you’ve figured out what’s going on, it’s too late. And now look at me!”
“When’s your due date?” I ask.
“Two days ago. It’s fine, but I'm so sick of waiting. Moving around is supposed to help.”
“You know what else is supposed to help?” asks a gravelly male voice. A big biker with a shaved head and a thick beard comes around the corner. He's followed by Poe, who nods a quick hi to me, and a third biker with a short reddish beard and a pair of startlingly green eyes.
Paige turns to them and puts her hands on her hips. It makes her look a little bit like a teapot with that belly, but if I were the guys, I wouldn't mess with her, because her look is pure steel and you could skate on her voice. “And what, pray tell, might that be, Crank?”
With her back to me, I can't help noticing her jacket reads “Property of Savage, Crank and Poe.” And given two of those guys are Crank and Poe, I can only assume the last one is Savage.
The easy smile that breaks out on Crank's face is completely unbothered. “Orgasms.”
“Sweet baby biker Jesus, save me,” Paige says in what I'm pretty sure is a mix of real and mock resignation.
Savage cocks his head. “We're here to offer up a possible solution to your problem, that's all.”
“A problem the three of you created, I'd like to note.” Paige's lips are twitching, threatening to break up her mask of indignation.
“Pretty sure it was a team effort,” Poe notes. “You were real fucking enthusiastic, if my memory is right.”
I'm really glad Logan's fully distracted right now, because I don't feel like having to explain all this to him.
Jessica leans her elbow on Paige's shoulder. “You do want this process to get started right? They might have a point.”
“I’m a beach ball with legs.” Paige rolls her eyes.
Crank takes her hand to pull her closer. “And you're the sexiest fucking beach ball I've seen in my damn life. Have we been neglecting you lately? Let’s fix that.”
“Go!” Jessica shoves Paige right into her guys' arms with a laugh. “They're ready to help. You need help, and you'll all have a lot of fun. Dakota will keep me company, right?”
I nod.
Next I know, Paige is dragged off laughing by her guys, who look as eager as if she was a supermodel.
Bikers really don't do anything halfway, do they? I'm still getting used to how up front everyone is about everything. Up until I got here, the idea of someone threatening me with an orgasm in public would be an embarrassment I'd never live down. Now? It's just another Tuesday. And I think I prefer it.
“She just needs to relax,” Jess says with a confident nod. “She's so self-conscious about the belly, no matter how much the guys tell her they love it. And how much they show her.”
I chuckle at that, but it makes me wonder how Georgia felt when she was carrying Logan. She didn’t even tell me until after he was born. She must’ve been so lonely.
My thoughts must show on my face, because Jessica's expressive eyes suddenly get very concerned. “Hey, you okay? I hope I didn't say anything wrong.”
“No.” I try to dismiss it with a smile. “I was just thinking about my sister. She didn't have an easy time of it when she was pregnant. She was separatedfrom Logan’s dad, and maybe things would’ve gone differently if she’d had support, you know?”
“What happened?”
“I don’t know exactly. She was… no contact I guess you could say. I only found out recently that Logan’s dad was an Outlaw Son.”
“Really? Who?”
“Ice. He died not long after Logan was born.”
She puts a hand on my arm, lending support. “That sounds really rough. Listen, for what it's worth, the biker life is rough and dangerous, but they take care of their own. No matter what. If his dad was a Son, Logan will always have a place if he wants it.”
