Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I moved, putting my feet to the ground, and cupping Holt’s body with my arm and hand before standing up.
He didn’t move a muscle as I walked to the couch and took a seat.
“It’s not like we can’t be mad about that, and happy about this,” I pointed out. “There are no rules on life.”
She leaned her head against my shoulder, her eyes on her son’s drooling face.
“I might need some help,” she muttered. “I’m not going there by myself.”
I used my free hand to throw it around her shoulders and pull her into me.
She came, burrowing into my body.
“I’ll go anywhere for you,” I said. “Even straight back to that hellhole if it means you’re safe and happy.”
“I wouldn’t be if you were gone.” She poked me in the chest.
I jerked, because fuck that was a ticklish spot, causing Holt to awaken with a start.
And because he was a growing boy, he immediately wanted to be fed.
Right there next to me on the couch, she fed her boy, and I called her dad.
“What’s up?” Shad asked, sounding tired.
“Find a time and neutral place to meet up. Bring your wife only,” I replied. “Preferably sooner rather than later so Baker can’t overthink things.”
He chuckled. “You know her well.”
I did.
“What about Andy’s?” he asked. “They both love ice cream, and it’s a quick snack. We don’t have to stay long if we don’t want to.”
“Perfect,” I said. “When?”
“Now?”
I looked down at Holt, who was staring at me, drinking away.
“Gotta find a babysitter first,” I said, though I knew there were several club members that would take on the duty in a heartbeat if I offered it up to them.
“You could…”
“Not this time,” I disagreed before he could finish. “I think it just needs to be the two of them.”
He sighed. “You’re probably right.”
Shad hung up, letting me know he’d be at the Andy’s closest to my location in half an hour, giving me enough time to calm her nerves.
But first, I had to get the kiddo taken care of.
The perfect person to do the babysitting came through the door, and I grinned. “Milena.”
Milena smiled at us on the couch, then moved closer.
Milena was the perfect woman for my brother, Cutter. Cutter loved her to death, and the two were the perfect pair.
Her, the Mafia princess, and him, the retired military man in the one percenter motorcycle club.
“I was hoping to catch a few baby snuggles.” She peered down at Holt.
Holt popped off, a milky smile taking hold of his face as he spied his aunt.
Milk squirted everywhere, and Milena laughed.
“Oh, you’re already causing trouble,” Milena cooed.
Holt reached for her, because the kid went to anyone, but especially beautiful women.
“Can I take him?” Milena asked.
“Yep.” Baker covered herself up before relinquishing Holt.
“Can I take him out with me to the bar?” she asked. “Cutter and everyone are out there.”
“Of course,” I said. “Give us ten and we’ll be out there.”
Milena snorted. “I’m not coming back in here unless my life depends on it.”
She knew the Clayborne men well, that was for sure.
When she disappeared, I made my move, pulling Baker up and over me before settling on top of her.
Her breath let out in a whoosh as she said, “Copper!”
“Baker!” I copied her high voice.
She fell into a fit of giggles as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and said, “What are you doing? We’re going to be late for ice cream.”
I saw the worry in her eyes, though, and knew that she needed a bit of a distraction.
And I just so happened to know how to distract her easily…
I shifted off of her, my hands going to the waistband of her blue jean shorts, and I slid them off her hips without unbuttoning them.
She wasn’t quite back up to her old weight yet, but she was getting there.
I was feeding her up, slow and steady.
Her legs splayed open wide, and she looked at me hungrily. “What are you going to do to me, Copper?”
“The same thing I did to you before breakfast.” I leaned back and unzipped my jeans, my cock popping free. “Only much, much faster.”
She squirmed, anticipation lighting her eyes. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said as I pulled the condom free of my pants—fuck those things, by the way—and ripped it open with my teeth.
When I had it rolled down to cover my length, I crawled over the top of her, my cock dragging deliciously slow across her pubic bone.
Both hands on the couch on either side of her head, I lowered myself down so that she was taking a considerable amount of my body weight.
She wrapped herself around me like she always did—God, I loved having her arms around me—and pulled me in even closer so that she was taking nearly all my body weight.
Threading both arms around her body, holding her as tight as I could possibly get her, I entered her with a thrust of my hips.