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  “What?” he laughed up at me.

  “You freak! Okay, five minutes is up!” I went to pull away from him, but he cupped my ass, and brought me to him. My heart skipped a beat as our bodies molded together.

  “Why don’t you let me show you?” His gaze dropped to my lips and his tongue darted out to wet his. I could read his mind. Good God- this man was too much. Someone needs to put him in his place, might as well be me!

  “Hmm…maybe.” I placed my hands on the tops of his muscular thighs and held my open mouth over his. Hunter darted his tongue out and licked my lips. Oh lord, give me strength! I quickly pulled away as he tried to complete our kiss.

  “Tease!” he said as his chest shook with laughter.

  “Come on, I need your muscle.” I lead us out back to where I had to rescue Roxy from Chase.

  Thirty minutes later…

  Roxy

  “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” I pleaded to Nicole, as she pulled into Jeremy’s driveway.

  “Wait, why are we here? I thought you moved out?” I looked over at her confused.

  “Ugh, long story short…when I tried to move back in my apartment, my landlord had the rest of my shit in boxes sitting outside the door and the locks changed. Apparently since I was never there, they took it upon themselves to end my lease. Those fuckers! So then I had nowhere to turn except back to Captain Dickhead. I’ve almost saved up enough to put a deposit down on a home about ten minutes away.”

  “I can’t believe you two coexist under the same roof. From the last I heard…” She cut me off.

  “Believe me, Roxy, it has been no fucking picnic living with your brother. Let’s get your pregnant ass inside and put your feet up or something.” She giggled as she helped me out of the passenger side.

  “I think your car got smaller. Shit, I feel like I’m birthing myself out of here.” I let out a sigh as I practically rolled out of her car.

  “Listen babe, your ass got bigger. My car didn’t get smaller. By the way, I didn’t think a preggo lady was supposed to have such a rockin’ ass.” Nicole smacked my booty.

  “Hey Sister!” I laughed over at her as we made ourselves at home in Jeremy’s house. I grabbed my cell phone.

  Me: Where u at?

  Jeremy: Just wrapping shit up at the club house. I’ll be home in 15. U ok?

  Me: Yeah, just miss my big Brother. Get ur ass home!

  Jeremy: Yeah, yeah. Is what’s her face there?

  Me: Um, if ur referring to Nicole, then yes. And be nice to her, would you?

  Jeremy: I’ll see you in a minute.

  Stubborn ass! I threw my phone on the bed. Being in this room reminded me of Chase after all of our “run-ins” in here. My fingertips instantly touched my lips, thinking of his kiss. My center ached. Goddamn it, that was the most action I’ve seen since I left Forks.

  “Nic!” I yelled toward the open bedroom door.

  “Yeah, babe?” she asked as she leaned on the doorframe. She was dressed for bed, hair up in a messy bun and her face freshly scrubbed.

  “You know how much I love you, right?” I batted my long lashes at her.

  “What do you want?” Nicole laughed, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked up to my bedside.

  “Can you see if Jeremy has ice cream? I need it.”

  “You don’t need it, you want it. Or that little bun in the oven wants it.” Nicole smiled as she placed a hand on the peak of my belly. “Did you ever find out if you were having a boy or a girl?”

  “No. I want to be completely surprised.”

  “Good. I can’t wait to become an auntie. Let me see what’s down there.”

  JEREMY

  I cut the engine on my bike. I probably shouldn’t have been driving, but oh fucking well. I saw Roxy’s light still on, she should still be up. I took out my keys and went to unlock the door, but the door wasn’t even locked. How many fucking times do I have to tell her to keep this shit locked?

  I swung open the door, not realizing Nicole was in the kitchen. She jumped, losing her footing on the stool she was standing on, on her tiptoes nonetheless. Her and her short self. Instinctively my arms shot out and grabbed her, steadying her around the curve of her waist and a hand may or may have not ended up caressing her ass. Her thin tank top rose up revealing her toned stomach and the pink polka-dot boy shorts she was wearing. I fucking loved that top, usually just short enough to expose the underside curve of her ass.

  “Jesus Christ, Jeremy!” She gripped my shoulders, trying to pull her shirt down over her ass and my hand on top of it.

  “How many fucking time do I have to tell you to keep that door locked?” I glared down into her blue eyes. Lowering her so her tiptoes touched the floor. She slid down the front of my body. Good fucking Lord, her tits felt fan-fucking-tastic.

  “Well, apparently you need to tell me one more time. You don’t have to be such a fucking asshole about it.” She squinted her eyes up at me. “Maybe, if you had asked me nicely, I’d do it!” Nicole pushed off my chest.

  “Yeah, just like how Hunter asked you for a ‘proper hello’.” I scoffed at her, walking away from her towards the refrigerator. I opened the door looking for a beer.

  “Excuse me?” Nicole emphasized her words with an attitude. Where the fuck is my beer? Fucking vegetables and organic shit filling my fridge. I grabbed a bottle of Kefir, what the fuck is a probiotic? I eyed it. “Put that back!” She demanded, as she grabbed the bottle out of my hand and shoved me aside. This girl is trying my fucking patience.

  “You heard me. ‘What kind of hello are you looking for exactly, Hunter?’” I mimicked her in a high pitch girly voice.

  “Fuck you. What the hell crawled up your ass and died? All of a sudden you have something to say? I’ve been living with you for what, the past four fucking months? And you’ve said all of twenty words to me. Then you walk in on Hunter and I doing absolutely nothing and you get your panties all in a bunch.” She grabbed a beer, popped the cap and nearly threw the bottle at me, spilling the beer on my cut.

  “What the fuck, Nicole?” I yelled at her. She quickly grabbed a towel and started to make her way over to me.

  “I’m sorry. Shit.” Nicole started to frantically blot the VP patch on my leather vest. A man’s cut was his worth. She knew that she not only disrespected me, but the MC too in doing that shit, mistake or not.

  “Just stop.” I grabbed her by the elbows and gently pushed her back. Touching her bare skin was too fucking hard. Once I felt her smooth skin, I didn’t want to stop. I quickly released her arms.

  “I said I was fucking sorry.” She threw the dishtowel down on the counter and grabbed the ice cream scooper out of the utensil drawer.

  I looked down at my patch, fucking stained. I shook my head- fucking great.

  “Why don’t you just go to bed before you ruin anything else,” I said as I finished my beer.

  “Yeah okay, talk to me like a I’m a five year old again, and see what happens.” She threatened me with the ice cream scooper, pointing it at my chest.

  “I’d love to see what happens, Nicole.”

  “So would I, Jeremy.” She dragged out my name as she aggressively attacked the tub of ice cream, getting nowhere.

  “Give me that, would you? You’re going to break a nail or some shit.” I nudged her aside grabbing onto the ice cream scooper.

  “No.” She tried to yank her hand back.

  “Yes.” I yanked her hand back to me. Fucking stubborn ass woman. We had a full out tug-of-war with a fucking ice cream scooper. Little did I realize that whatever ice cream was left on the scoop had loosened up with every tug and pull. Sure enough that shit flew right onto Nicole’s cleavage. She yelped, dropping the utensil, and shook the top of her tank top while sticking her butt out, trying to back away from the ice cream that was melting on her chest. Meanwhile, I enjoyed the free peep show of the tops of her perky breasts. Nicole suddenly stopped freaking out.

  When I finally noticed
that she was no longer making a scene, I looked up, my gray eyes clashing with hers. Nicole’s death glare bored into me as she caught me checking out her tits. Who could blame a man for trying?

  “Shit, here.” I tried to play it off; I grabbed a kitchen towel and went to wipe her.

  “A little late for that, don’t you think?” She snatched the towel from my hands. This little smart ass…

  “You know that smart ass mouth of yours is going to get you in some serious shit one of these days?” I glared down at her and her now wet tank top. Making the outline of her nipples visible through the already thin material.

  “And your point?”

  I shook my head as she wiped her chest.

  “Nic! Are you fucking milking cows for my ice cream?” I heard Roxy shout. I chuckled.

  “Coming!” Nicole yelled back up. “Thanks a lot, you asshole.” She threw the towel down, grabbed a spoon from the utensil drawer and bumped it closed with her hip. I let Nicole make it halfway across the kitchen.

  “Nicole.”

  “What?” She turned around.

  “You missed a spot.” I walked up to her and bent my face to the crook of her neck. My tongue darted out and I ran it along the top of her collarbone. Her breathing hitched as she froze. Letting me lap up the invisible ice cream. Her head hinged back slightly, urging me to go further. My large hand cupped her breast; I pushed it upwards to my mouth, and let my tongue drag across the warm skin of her cleavage.

  “Nic!” Roxy whined, causing Nicole to jump. She quickly pushed me off of her, giving me the evil eye.

  “My bad, there wasn’t anything there.” I laughed to myself as she stomped upstairs. I headed to bed myself, after a long cold shower. Fuck.

  Roxy

  I propped my swollen feet up on a stack of pillows, with my bowl of ice cream resting atop my mound of a belly…thinking of Chase. Goddamn it! I threw the spoon into the now empty bowl. Thinking of him made my blood pressure rise. I was stressing out and it was my first night back. This most definitely was not how it was supposed to go.

  “Son of a bitch,” I yelped as I felt a kick to the rib. Jeremy busted through my door two point five seconds later.

  “What the fuck?” Jeremy rubbed his eyes after looking as though he was sleepwalking.

  “It’s nothing, just a kick.” I rubbed my rib cage under my right breast.

  “Well, maybe if you stop feeding that baby ice cream at one o’clock in the morn-” he was cut off by Nicole running into his back side.

  “What the fuck?” he grumbled again, turning back towards her.

  “Shut up! I heard Roxy. Are you okay, Mama?” She yawned.

  “Ouch!” I yelped as I curled into a ball on my side.

  “What?” They both said at the same time.

  “Nothing. Probably Braxton Hicks.”

  “Who?” Jeremy yelled.

  “Oh for love of God, Jeremy.” Nicole pushed her way past him. She sat next to me as I tried to ride out the cramping I was experiencing.

  “Jeremy?” Nicole called after my brother as he was half way out the door.

  “What?” He turned and looked at her.

  “Get your truck. We’re taking her to the hospital. Roxy, do you have your hospital bag ready?”

  “Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roll. I’m not having this baby tonight!” I protested, starting to stand up.

  “Look, you’re a little flushed. A blood pressure check can’t hurt, and by the way you’re all of a sudden having these contractions, I don’t want be delivering my future niece or nephew tonight in this house.”

  “Neither do I. I love you Roxy, but not that much. Be downstairs in five minutes.” Jeremy left us to get ready.

  “What the fuck? I’m not ready to have a baby tonight!” I yelled.

  “Well, seeing as there is one way in, there is one way out.” She had a shit-eating grin on her face.

  “Oh shut up. Just you fucking wait.” I poked my finger at her.

  Jeremy must have been driving a hundred miles an hour all the way to the hospital, so unnecessary.

  “Jesus Jer, I may have had the baby back there on the highway. We might need to go back and check.” I pulled his leg.

  “Ha. Ha. Ha. I just got these seats rewrapped, you better not be having that baby anywhere other than a delivery room, Roxanne.” He narrowed his gray eyes at me, I rolled my eyes.

  After I was situated in my room, I changed into my hospital gown. Leaving my hair down, I checked my makeup in the mirror. If I’m going to have a baby, I’m sure as hell going to look good doing it.

  “Bitch, I know you’re not putting on makeup to have this baby,” Nicole laughed as she walked into my room.

  “One, I’m not having a baby tonight. Two, hell yes.”

  “Just a heads up…” Nicole was cut off by the room’s door opening again and Chase entered.

  “Not much of a heads up, Nicole!” I glared at her. “What are you doing here?” I looked over at Chase, looking so handsome, in dark gray sweats that had the best outline of his heavy cock, a black and red Condemned Angel’s MC t-shirt, and black Nike Airs. His dark hair looked fucking good with that fresh ‘bed head’ look. I just wanted to grab that shit. Fuck me, I am really checking him out right now.

  “Nice to see you too. I’m the father of that baby, so I have a right to be here, Rox.” Nicole took that as her cue to leave. Silently she left, eyeing Chase up and down before leaving the room.

  I scoffed at him, while walking over to the bathroom to put my toiletry bag on the back of the toilet.

  “Rox.” He ran his hand through his hair.

  “Chase?” I sat down on the hospital bed with my legs crossed. He dropped his overnight bag from his shoulder, and sat on the end of the bed. Chase pulled back the covers. My swollen feet and ankles were exposed. He took one foot into his lap as he began to massage. I let my head fall back against the pillow and my eyelids fluttered closed. “Oh God, that feels so good,” I moaned out loud. I felt his chest vibrate with laughter, which caused my head to snap back up and my eyes focused on him.

  “The letter, why didn’t you open it?” His beautiful green eyes were suddenly dark and unreadable.

  “I didn’t want to disappoint you, the club, my father. I didn’t want to be known as carrying a ‘traitor’s baby’,” I told him truthfully, and dropped my gaze to my hands that rested on top of my belly.

  “You would never disappoint me, baby.” He scooted closer to me, and spread my legs apart so he could pull me closer. The motion sent chills up my spine, and he noticed. Chase’s rough hands trailed up my outer thighs, and my hands grabbed onto his.

  “Wait. There is a lot more of me than the last time you had your hands on me.” My self-consciousness started to kick in.

  “Yes, I can tell.” He smirked as his eyes fell to my chest. “You’re fucking beautiful, Rox.” He took my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting my face up to his. Chase sat up on his knees between my spread legs. I leaned back willingly, my arms holding onto the back of his biceps. He hitched my knees up, causing my butt to slide down on the bed. Chase propped himself on his forearms so he wasn’t putting too much weight on me.

  His mouth claimed mine, butterflies exploded in my stomach and a tingly sensation ran across my entire body. I wouldn’t be surprised if we broke this hospital bed before having this baby. Oh shit, this baby!

  “Chase?” I barely got out as he kissed down the side of my neck.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Press the call button.”

  “Why, what’s wrong?” Chase immediately sat back, his dark brows knitted together.

  “My water just broke.” We both looked down between us.

  “Oh shit.” Chase scrambled off the bed.

  CHASE

  I stared into those bright green eyes of my son, Giovanni Anthony DeLuca. His dark hair, green eyes, and single dimple on the side of his left cheek made him the spitting image of me; one hundred and
ten percent purebred DeLuca. Roxy is still looking for a piece of her in him. But he has his mother’s smile. Oh, and temperament- not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.

  I think back to that night in the parking lot when I first saw Rox again, that paternity letter had ruled my life. I took that shit home and set it on my dresser. That night I had that letter in my hands…it’s weighed heavily on me. I’d go to open the letter- and immediately stop myself. I knew what that ink on the paper said, “Chase DeLuca you are the fucking father!” I had God on my side, and I didn’t let that letter ruin me.

  That day in the hospital, I confessed to Roxy that I burned the letter without opening it. As far as I was concerned that baby was mine. As soon as Gio was born into this world and put onto Roxy’s chest, I saw that he was a mini me. Go fucking figure.

  After the birth of our son, we went home as a family. My family. We went home, Roxy and Gio moved in with me. I made an honest man out of myself and asked Moretti for his blessing to marry his daughter. I tell you, that shit had me fucking sweating bullets; we hadn’t exactly followed his desired order of things. But, Moretti was happy that Roxy was happy. He couldn’t be more proud that we brought the next generation of Condemned Angels into this world.

  We had a small reception down by the lake during a sunset. It was fucking perfect. Roxy was beyond beautiful that day. But damn, nothing compared to how beautiful she was bringing our son into this world.

  Shit was nice and easy this summer. Roxy and Gio mean everything to me. Fuck, I look at her and see the most God damn beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. After seeing her give birth to our baby boy, I was brought to my knees. She was a fuckin’ goddess. She bounced back quickly after Gio was born; her body reaped the benefits of having a baby. Her hourglassfigure now sported those tempting childbearing hips. Good Lord. I couldn’t keep my fucking hands off of her.

  “Do you want Mama?” Roxy cooed at Gio while cleaning up his face after lunch. She unbuckled him from his highchair and held him to her chest. Lucky little man. Giovanni’s pudgy fingers gripped her tank top at the center of her cleavage. Yeah, he has been having a hard time weaning off those bad boys. Couldn’t blame him, but they’re mine.