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back to give me a what-do-you-think-you’re-doing look.
“Her nickname is still negotiable,” I mutter harshly, my eyes delving into his.
Smugly, he shakes his head. “Nope.”
Gah! When is he gonna let this go? As soon as he introduced Harley, he also announced her nickname. I scowled at him when he did while everyone else laughed. Now he’s got half of the brothers already using it, even Gunz and Deke, who are supposed to be on my side—traitors.
Harley cries in her grandpa’s arms, and my eyes instantly lock on them. He lifts her, resting her chest on his while his fingers gently pat her back. The sight is beautiful, ain’t it? Badass Gunz wearing a black t-shirt and holding his grandbaby to his chest. His gray beard’s nearly tickling the top of her head. Next to him, Beth reaches out to tap Harley’s bottom to calm her as well. She quiets down.
Hey, now that I think of it, Gunz and Beth have pretty much been inseparable all day. Constantly chatting, in each other’s space, even sucking on suckers at the same time. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say something fishy was going on behind my back. But Mr. Kinky-Fucker and Ms. Virgin definitely aren’t doing the nasty. If anything, I bet he’s taken her under his wing to give Big more family time.
Hell, since the crowd has thinned out and most of the brothers have siphoned to the clubhouse for a birthing celebration, it’s as good a time as ever to catch up with them. And I’d also like to know a little more about this sudden cord cutting agreement that I wasn’t privy to. I’m not a fan of being kept in the dark.
Running my fingers through Big’s hair, I open my mouth to talk. “So Big and Gunz, would either of you care to fill me in on the cord cutting arrangement?”
Gunz and Beth take a couple steps closer. Jizz, knowing he’s said enough, gets up and waves his silent goodbye. Viper does the same, joining him. That leaves only the five of us and Deb, who’s busy cleaning. We’ve sent her home three times already, but she’s refusing to budge. Even Dallas tried to drag her away, which didn’t do much except make us listen to them fucking in the bathroom for ten minutes. Then Dallas, Bulk, Tripper, Jez, Pix, Axel, and a few more of the crew said their goodbyes and went to party. You can hear the tail end of the loud music from here, and the scent of bonfire wafts in whenever the front door is opened. Big told me he’d asked Niki to bring extra club whores tonight as his thank you to the brothers for stickin’ it out all day. From the sounds of it, they seem to be appreciating the new pussy. I’m shocked Gunz hasn’t gone up there yet to join in. I know him and Niki are as thick as thieves.
Bouncing Harley on his chest, Gunz is the first to reply. “We were talkin’ about her birth and preparin’ if something were to go wrong. Big and I got to talkin’ about some shit, and he told me he’d like for me to cut the cord.” He’s being vague.
I knew they had an ambulance on standby just in case something happened. Big has told me as much. Thankfully, we didn’t need to use it.
“That’s it?” I ask, and Big’s hand that never left my knee, squeezes it with an unspoken request. In other words, he wants me to drop it. Not sure how I can tell from his touch, but I can. And because I’m not feeling up to a debate, I give in, not mentioning it again.
With normal ease, we lapse into casual conversation. Beth takes a seat on the chair Jizz vacated while Gunz leisurely ambles around the room with a sleeping Harley propped on his chest. Time passes, and Deb finally disembarks. I grow more tired, yawning behind my hand numerous times. Big remains on the floor, in front of me, his presence an impenetrable comfort. Just because I adore it, I continue combing my fingers through my lover’s hair. Dark, silky strands cascade through my digits. An intoxicating whiff of Big’s scent envelopes my senses as it delves deep into the recesses
“Her nickname is still negotiable,” I mutter harshly, my eyes delving into his.
Smugly, he shakes his head. “Nope.”
Gah! When is he gonna let this go? As soon as he introduced Harley, he also announced her nickname. I scowled at him when he did while everyone else laughed. Now he’s got half of the brothers already using it, even Gunz and Deke, who are supposed to be on my side—traitors.
Harley cries in her grandpa’s arms, and my eyes instantly lock on them. He lifts her, resting her chest on his while his fingers gently pat her back. The sight is beautiful, ain’t it? Badass Gunz wearing a black t-shirt and holding his grandbaby to his chest. His gray beard’s nearly tickling the top of her head. Next to him, Beth reaches out to tap Harley’s bottom to calm her as well. She quiets down.
Hey, now that I think of it, Gunz and Beth have pretty much been inseparable all day. Constantly chatting, in each other’s space, even sucking on suckers at the same time. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say something fishy was going on behind my back. But Mr. Kinky-Fucker and Ms. Virgin definitely aren’t doing the nasty. If anything, I bet he’s taken her under his wing to give Big more family time.
Hell, since the crowd has thinned out and most of the brothers have siphoned to the clubhouse for a birthing celebration, it’s as good a time as ever to catch up with them. And I’d also like to know a little more about this sudden cord cutting agreement that I wasn’t privy to. I’m not a fan of being kept in the dark.
Running my fingers through Big’s hair, I open my mouth to talk. “So Big and Gunz, would either of you care to fill me in on the cord cutting arrangement?”
Gunz and Beth take a couple steps closer. Jizz, knowing he’s said enough, gets up and waves his silent goodbye. Viper does the same, joining him. That leaves only the five of us and Deb, who’s busy cleaning. We’ve sent her home three times already, but she’s refusing to budge. Even Dallas tried to drag her away, which didn’t do much except make us listen to them fucking in the bathroom for ten minutes. Then Dallas, Bulk, Tripper, Jez, Pix, Axel, and a few more of the crew said their goodbyes and went to party. You can hear the tail end of the loud music from here, and the scent of bonfire wafts in whenever the front door is opened. Big told me he’d asked Niki to bring extra club whores tonight as his thank you to the brothers for stickin’ it out all day. From the sounds of it, they seem to be appreciating the new pussy. I’m shocked Gunz hasn’t gone up there yet to join in. I know him and Niki are as thick as thieves.
Bouncing Harley on his chest, Gunz is the first to reply. “We were talkin’ about her birth and preparin’ if something were to go wrong. Big and I got to talkin’ about some shit, and he told me he’d like for me to cut the cord.” He’s being vague.
I knew they had an ambulance on standby just in case something happened. Big has told me as much. Thankfully, we didn’t need to use it.
“That’s it?” I ask, and Big’s hand that never left my knee, squeezes it with an unspoken request. In other words, he wants me to drop it. Not sure how I can tell from his touch, but I can. And because I’m not feeling up to a debate, I give in, not mentioning it again.
With normal ease, we lapse into casual conversation. Beth takes a seat on the chair Jizz vacated while Gunz leisurely ambles around the room with a sleeping Harley propped on his chest. Time passes, and Deb finally disembarks. I grow more tired, yawning behind my hand numerous times. Big remains on the floor, in front of me, his presence an impenetrable comfort. Just because I adore it, I continue combing my fingers through my lover’s hair. Dark, silky strands cascade through my digits. An intoxicating whiff of Big’s scent envelopes my senses as it delves deep into the recesses
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