BethDoes Gar know I had a baby three weeks ago and the pussy he says he smells is a bloody pad? The asshole. There’s a glass of soda on the bar one minute and the next it’s covering his face and chest.“Bitch,” is all he gets out before Rack throws him aside. Rack’s expression is deadly and I’m no longer pissed at Gar. I’m petrified for Rack. Gar has at least fifty pounds in weight and six inches in height on him. Gar doesn’t carry the defined muscle Rack has but that doesn’t mean Rack stands a chance.Gar throws a punch to Rack’s head and I scream. Rack blocks it and hits Gar in the stomach. “Climb up on the bar so we have the good seats,” Sofia says from the kitchen doorway.She’s wearing a huge smile and appears completely unconcerned. “You’ve got to stop this. He’ll kill him.”“After what Gar just said to you, Rack has my blessings.”I had no idea she heard. She’s also out of her mind. “Not Gar, Rack,” I reply testily. “Gar will seriously hurt him.”“You, sweet Beth, need to have
RackThe picture of Beth on her knees with her breasts bared will stay imprinted on my brain forever. After the final waves of orgasm pass, I step back and tear off my shirt. The pants are trickier because I’m still wearing my boots. I put my hand out and Beth takes it. I walk her to the bed and lay her back. Sitting beside her I unlace the boots, slip them off, and then remove my jeans.She looks unsure. “I can’t,” she whispers.“You can,” I growl. “I haven’t finished kissing you. Dr. Santos threatened me with bodily harm if I touched you before you’re healed.” I gentle my voice. “I don’t think kissing is off his list unless you’re not interested.” I’m well aware of the assholes Beth has been with. I’m also aware she needs to be in complete control of this.I lean into her and place one hand on the bed at her hip. “I want to touch these, but I don’t know if it hurts.” I ever so gently run the back of my knuckles across one breast. She sucks in a breath and I freeze.She smiles. “It f
BethIf any woman tells you something is sexier than a bare man chest while he holds a baby against his shoulder, she’s never seen Rack with Carson. His muscled chest and bulging arms draw my attention. Carson is so tiny and Rack so damn large. He turns away from me and now his back has my attention. The muscles ripple as he walks. I’m shameless and wonder if I’m drooling. I check my lips and smile. Desire coils in my belly. The need to feel him slide inside me is explosive and frustrating because I’ve followed the doctor’s orders to the letter.It’s been a week since the party. I’ve finally managed to catch up on sleep and I’m growing lazy. When Carson cries, Rack is the first one there. We’re currently in the upstairs living room. Rack turns around and sees me watching him. He resituates Carson so he’s facing me. Carson kicks his chubby little legs and I receive my first full gummy smile. “He knows his mama,” Rack says when I dish out baby talk and play peekaboo with a small stuffed
BethIt took a bit of work to get Rack to take me out on the bike because he worries Angelo could have men watching us. Dax actually comes to the rescue and explains that if any strangers were hanging around Peach City, the town where the clubhouse is located, he’d know. I add in that I’m going stir crazy and need to escape if only for an hour or so. Rack gives in and the first part of the plan is in the bag.I rode a motorbike in Haiti. It in no way compares to the power of the Harley that rumbles with a loud purr as Rack navigates the winding highway. My hands lock tightly around his waist and my chest presses firmly against his back. Loose strands of my tied-back hair fly around my face as the warm wind hits us.Rack’s hair has grown out even more, but it’s still a long way from being in his eyes. I think it’s sexier now, and tonight I’ll enjoy holding onto it.Freedom is the only word that comes to mind while we ride. “Wherever we end up, we need a motorcycle,” I shout into Rack’s
RackEarlier in the day I passed Sofia on the stairway and she stopped me with a firm look and raised eyebrows. “You’re one idiot for passing up the chance to take a nap in the middle of the day with your woman. Just saying,” she adds before continuing upstairs.Yeah, I’m a man with a thick skull and it takes me thirty seconds to figure out what she’s talking about. I think back to the conversation about the nap and Beth’s flushed cheeks. I realized tonight was the night and my dick grew hard. It took a few minutes of thinking about bike parts to deflate my erection so I could walk through the main room.A short while later, Beth asked for a ride on the bike and I knew there was something in play. Her blush totally gave it away.Now we’re at the steakhouse bar and a hostess shows us to a table. Beth has no idea that several Desert Crows members followed us in the club van. I don’t want her to know. This night needs to be special.I order a bottle of wine and think back to long convers
BethWe have six perfect hours. We slept little and filled the time with touch and promises. Around two in the morning my breasts became a painful reminder that I need to feed our son. Rack takes enjoyment in relieving some of the pressure, but it’s not enough and we’re forced to leave this special place behind.During the ride back more than my breasts ache. The rumble of the motorcycle between my thighs lets me know how truly fantastic last night was. It’s a naughty sensation that makes me smile against Rack’s neck. He has a filthy mind and he filled me in on all he plans to do to my body. Just thinking about it makes me wet again.As we approach the clubhouse, milk leaks from my breasts and I’m thankful for the leather vest. I also ache to hold Carson. We pull up and I can hear Carson’s wails from outside. We hurry in and Dax is holding him while Carson screams his heart out. With a look of profound relief, Dax hands him to me. Tears stream down his tiny face and his little lips qu
RackI need a copy of Weddings for Dummies. Dax and I are sitting at the club’s bar drinking beer and trying to stay out of the way. Every woman connected with the Desert Crows has flooded the upstairs. That entire section of the house is off limits. When the children get in the way, they’re herded down here for the men to handle. The wedding ceremony will take place at two o’clock tomorrow afternoon and the plan is to slide straight into the reception from there. We men are to make ourselves scarce tomorrow until the ceremony and that includes down here.What the hell did I agree to? It sure as hell wasn’t sleeping on the old bed down the hallway. “I may not be up on outlaw motorcycle club rule shit but if everything I’ve heard is true, you need to take control of your old lady and teach her who’s boss,” I tell Dax.The guys, including Dax, burst out laughing. “Yeah, like that’s gonna happen. My woman has a mean left hook and I don’t want to be on the receiving end. She wrote new rul
RackMoon’s dark eyes drill into mine. He’s in one of his impeccable dark suits, unaffected by the hot temperature, and, like always, in complete control. He lifts his arms and then drops them back to his side. “My hands are tied, my friend,” he says without a single crack in his cold expression.One plus one equals two. Maddison or Celina, possibly both, are in danger. It’s the only way this scenario could happen. It’s the one thing that would tie Moon’s hands and make him give up Beth and Carson. It leaves me with no leverage.Two men step from the shadows. I’ve worked with them for years. Cal moves in close and takes my right arm. I trained him and the move is stupid on his part. I explode before Marcus grabs my other arm. If Angelo gets his hands on Beth and Carson, my life doesn’t matter.I slam my elbow into Cal’s head and my knee takes Marcus in the groin. Cal strikes back with a side kick, but I grab his leg, turn, and push him into Marcus. An explosion followed by a sudden jo