The conversation paused as I used the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I was still feeling drowsy. But when I looked at my watch, it was already late afternoon. I couldn’t believe I had slept that long. I probably just needed to move around a bit to wake up.
Coming back out of the bathroom, I snagged my phone off the nightstand and looked up a picture of a baby highland cow before turning it around to show to him. “Look at this. How can you not think this little thing is cute?”
The guilt and tension in his face disappeared and he grinned, taking my phone to admire the picture. “Alright, I’ll give it to you. That’s fucking cute. Is that what you want the theme to be for your real party? I can text Skylar that picture.”
That sounded kind of fun. It’d be taking Charlotte’s attempt to humiliate me and turning it into something cute. And seeing the guys playing silly games in a room decorated with baby cows was a hilarious mental image.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I grinned at him. “Sounds like fun. But later. For now, I find it very unfair that I woke up in bed with a sexy biker and he didn’t try to take advantage of me. What gives?”
His grin turned wicked and he tossed the phone onto the bed, seizing me around the waist and dragging me against him. Even with my giant belly in the way, it was still a smooth move.
“Let me make it up to you, sweetheart. After all, I did promise you a massage.”
He scooped me up without warning, startling a squeak out of me. “Hey! I’m too heavy for that!”
“Psh. You’re light as a feather. Besides, now I can say I held my girl and my baby at the same time. It’s something to brag about.”
My heart stuttered in my chest and I looked up at him wide-eyed as he laid me gently on the bed. “Your girl?”
His smile softened and he leaned down, pressing his lips lightly to mine. “Yeah, Sierra. You’re mine. You’re a good person, you make me laugh, and you’re tough as nails even when life gets hard. I couldn’t ask for a better old lady.”
35
Sierra
Of all the scenarios I’d thought of when I was getting ready to tell Vegas about the baby, I never dared to hope it’d go beyond friends. Even when he asked me on a date, I held back as much as I could. Trying to spare my heart from the pain that I was sure was coming. But Vegas asking me to be his old lady wasn’t a casual thing. It meant almost as much as if he’d asked me to marry him. The crew had a lot of respect for the old ladies. And Vegas wanted me to be his.
I was stunned speechless, which for me was huge. I always had something to say. But I could only gape at him as he trailed kisses down my body and paused at my belly, grinning at it.
“Sorry, baby. I’m stealing your mommy for a little bit. I’ll give you attention after.”
Oh god. I was melting. There was no coming back from that. How was he so damn sweet?
“And how did you plan on doing that?” I had to ask, or risk bursting into tears. Seriously, my hormones were so out of wack today.
“Butch and me got to talking when he came to the clubhouse this morning. He said he would read baby books to Skylar’s belly so Ryder recognized his voice when he came out. I figured I’d do the same. If you’re okay with it, that is.”
He looked a little sheepish, maybe a little embarrassed, but it was the sincerity and eagerness that got to me. “I thought bikers were supposed to be scary. How are you such a teddy bear?”
He smirked, kissing my belly one more time. “You bring it out in me, sweetheart.”
“Liar.” There was no way it was just me bringing that out in him. That was all him.
He ignored my comment, continuing his journey south until he reached my feet. I’d dressed a little nicer today, thinking my friends and my mom would be at the shower, so I was wearing a sundress and flats, which he’d apparently taken off when I climbed into bed. He snagged a bottle of lotion off the nightstand and set to work massaging my feet, and I really did melt that time.
“Oh god, you have magic hands,” I murmured, sinking a little farther into the pillow.
His low chuckle made me shiver. Or maybe it was when he pressed a little harder into the arch of my foot. I had no idea I was carrying so much tension until he started massaging me. He started at my toes and left no inch untouched as he worked his way up my calves and thighs. I hadn’t realized it was turning me on until his hand moved under my skirt and brushed against the damp panel of my panties.
When I opened my eyes, his grin was positively wicked. “What? You said your biker needed to take advantage of you.”
He was teasing, but I knew why. He wanted permission. We’d been intimate a few times since the first time, but he always made sure I was comfortable and in the mood before asking for more. And because I’d been tired and nauseous allmorning, I knew he wouldn’t go any further until he knew I was one hundred percent on board.
“I did say that,” I replied slyly. “So what are you waiting for?”
He pounced without warning, and we were both laughing as we wrestled for control. I loved how playful he was, even in bed. Sex should be fun, and even when he was trying to be careful with me, he made sure it was fun and full of passion. Eventually, though, Vegas captured my wrists and pinned them above my head. He dipped his head, and I thought he was going to kiss me, but just as my eyes fluttered shut, he bypassed my lips to whisper in my ear instead.
“I win.”
