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  “No, you won’t. Please don’t stop, I want you to touch me. I’ll be fine, and if anything does ever bother me, I’ll let you know.”

  I nod and spread her legs wide. She’s beautiful down here, too. Pink and perfect.

  My baby deserves a treat with the news she just gave me. I stick my tongue in her core and feel she’s already soaked. She’s always ready for me.

  I give her a few good licks and pull my dick free. Palming her thighs, I pull her to the end of the couch and rub the head of my cock all over her tiny bud of nerves.

  She squirms around so I press inside her center until I’m seated to the hilt.

  “God, it feels like you can touch my cervix inside there.”

  Whatever that means, I’m going to take it as a compliment. She coats me in her delicious wetness and I start to really pump into her. I tug her shirt and bra up to free her round, full tits and pinch and pull her rosy nipples. I love to watch them jiggle with each thrust.

  She reaches under her thigh and lightly scratches my nuts, just the way I love. They start to grow tight and full. It’s like knowing she’s pregnant with my child makes me want to come inside her even more. That’s my seed, not anyone else’s. She’s all mine.

  “So g-good, Cain,” she stutters, making me smirk.

  I love it when I fuck her and she can’t talk. I keep a steady pace, thrusting deeply. She feels so damn warm and fluffy inside. It’s the perfect combination.

  Reaching between us to rub light circles on her clit, it takes mere moments until she flies apart. She throws her head back and grips me tightly, pulling me to her.

  It sets me off immediately and next thing I know, I’m coming deep inside her. She moans out as her cunt grips my cock tightly. The tight piece of bliss wrings each and every drop free from me.

  I breathe out heavily a few times to catch my breath and slow down my heart rate. Reaching out, I tuck a few pieces of hair back off her forehead. She’s breathtaking, literally.

  “Holy shit, babe, you feel so good. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”

  She laughs and I glance down at her to see a look of bliss across her face. This is what it feels like to be happy.

  Now…

  “What do you mean you want to go to the club? You’re pregnant, there’s no reason to be up in there,” I argue with London and glare.

  Her pregnant ass needs to relax and watch a movie at home.

  “I’m still me, Cain; you know I’m kind of wild. I understand I’m pregnant. I’m not going to drink. I want to dance and see my friends. Emily probably won’t recognize you, and I want you to meet my new friends, Avery and Elaina. I told you Elaina is Emily’s twin sister—it’s pretty crazy.”

  I swear she gets whatever she wants. I just argue with her over shit so she doesn’t realize just how much she has me wrapped around her finger. If she had any clue just how much, my damn bike would probably be painted pink.

  “Yeah, baby, okay. See if your friends want to go, and if so, then we’ll head over. You need to think about our conversation from earlier, London. I’m not going to be here for much longer, and we need to figure out what the plan is.”

  She scowls at me and I glower back at her. She needs to just pack her shit up to come back home where she belongs.

  “I know, Cain. We’ll talk about it tomorrow, but I would just like to have fun tonight. I’ve been so tired and stressed out. I need to catch up with Emily. I have so much to tell her.”

  She begins texting on her phone and takes off down the hall to get dressed. I wonder if any of my brothers would want to go.

  I text them all and they reply back that they might meet us there. Not really a bar for a biker, though, from what I hear.

  ****

  We arrive at this club OO7 that Emily’s ol’ man owns, and London wasn’t kidding about the brothers not liking it. We’d probably end up getting booted anyhow from beating up one of these pussies in their expensive outfits.

  I follow closely to London, so if anyone even glances at her I can dog their asses fast. I glare and scowl as soon as anyone makes eye contact with me.

  I swear, if anyone hits on my baby momma, I will flip the fuck out.

  London and I head up to the VIP section. The whole James Bond concept of the club is pretty awesome. I won’t bet drinking a damn martini, though. I hope they have some fucking Jack behind one of the bars.

  We make it to a table with London’s friends and she introduces everyone. “Hey, guys, this is Cain. Cain, this is everybody!” she yells, and I chuckle at her. She’s all hyped up and excited to be here.

  “Hi, Cain. It’s nice to meet you.” Emily waves with a small smile, and Tate just nods.

  I nod back. He looks familiar for some reason, but I can’t place him.

  We sit down with them at their table and I order a Sprite for London and a double Jack and Coke for me.

  London leans over and kisses Emily on the cheek. It’s crazy seeing Emily grown up. She’s still tiny but has boobs now.

  “Jackpot, friend,” Emily compliments London and gives her a thumbs-up along with a huge smile and a wink.

  These chicks aren’t smooth at all. I can make out everything, even the secretive winks. Funny Emily doesn’t recognize me and probably doesn’t realize I know she’s talking about me either.

  “Fucking right!” my baby yells back and beams a proud smile.

  After a bit, sweet cheeks and Emily busily scream out the lyrics to “American Woman” by Lenny Kravitz and have a great time doing it. London’s face is flushed, her eyes are sparkling, and she’s smiling. I’m glad we decided to come out so she could visit and relax with her friends for a while.

  London whisper-yells at Emily, and I can still hear everything. I have to teach her how to be quiet, even in a club. “So I have a secret. Well, it’s not mine, it’s Cain’s. Cain is a nickname. Do you remember a boy we went to school with—Brandon Meeks?”

  Rolling my eyes, I keep listening. I haven’t been that name in years. I like the person I am now much better.

  “Yeah, of course, didn’t he like move in sixth or seventh grade or something?”

  “Yes, exactly. That’s who Cain is. He and a bunch of his friends rode into town for a few days to take care of a couple things.”

  Emily glances at me, and I wink at her. She blushes and gives me a small smile in return. “Wait, rode in on motorcycles?” Her eyes grow wide at hearing we ride motorcycles.

  “Yes, isn’t it awesome? I have so much to tell you; this isn’t the first time we’ve seen each other. We actually started talking again when I was in Texas, before I came out here. I’ll fill you in on everything when we have a minute and it’s not so loud, okay?” she gushes animatedly, waving her hands as she’s excited.

  I wonder why they’ve been distant. My baby has always been close to Emily; they were like sisters growing up. Both of them teasing each other and fighting over silly stuff in school.

  I remember the time Emily got all the boys to sing to London and it made London furious. Just like another time London printed out flyers with Emily’s phone number and taped them all over the school. They were always doing crazy shit like that to each other.

  “Okay, sounds good.” Emily nods and her eyes grow wide again at something. She leans over to whisper to Tate.

  London ducks in close to me, and I do the same, following her lead. “Hey, hot stuff; I spilt some of Avery’s drink on my shirt when I moved it. I’m going to head over to the bar and see if they have some club soda or something since it’s this silky material”

  “Okay, baby. I’ll walk over with you and take a look at their liquor behind the bar.” I grin and give her a big, chaste kiss on the lips.

  She smiles and stands up. I follow suit and pull her into my front as we walk to the bar so I can rest my hand on her tummy over my baby boy.

  Once we’re at the bar, I scan over the selection. They have some really expensive shit and a bunch of bottles I’ve never heard of
, so I just stick to my double. I’m chilling behind her and kissing her neck while she blots at her shirt. Her neck smells so good. I love her shampoo and perfume. It’s not too strong, just the right amount.

  Glancing up, I notice the sandy-haired douche from the meeting with Gizya. He’s busy glaring at me and London both.

  Hmm, I wonder what he’s doing here.

  He starts to storm toward us, looking like he wants to kill me. I might get some entertainment for a few minutes tonight, after all. Clearly, this fuck head doesn’t know I brawl for the club. I’ll teach him to run up all crazy on me and my ol’ lady.

  Suddenly, Tate’s there and intercepts him before he gets too close to us. He puts his hand on the blond’s chest to push him backward a little and speaks to the guy for a little while.

  The blond turns and glares at us again, and I crack my knuckles, my eyebrow raised.

  We gonna play, motherfucker?

  He’s crazy if he thinks he’s getting close to London and my baby. I’ll break every fucking bone in his body before he ever gets the chance.

  He glances at Tate, and then Tate puts his arm around him. After a moment, they leave the VIP section.

  What the fuck was that all about?

  My eyes hit London next and notice she has a small, evil smirk on her mouth. Lord, this is probably my baby’s fault. She looks like she just enjoyed that shit way too much for it to be otherwise.

  “You want to share what that evil grin you’re wearing is about?” I mutter close to her ear, so she can hear without me yelling it.

  She gives her head a little shake. “No, not really, but thanks for asking,” she chortles and starts cleaning her shirt again.

  Shaking my head, chastising her, I bend down. When I come up, I lift her up and spin her in a circle, crazy fast.

  She squeals and slaps at my back and butt. Laughing loudly, I slowly put her back down on the ground. I’m not trying to make her puke; just shake her up a little for being a smart ass.

  “You want to try that shit again, babe?” I growl, and she takes a few deep breaths to calm down first then takes a drink of her soda. When I act like I’m going to do it again, she places her hand out in front of her to tell me to wait a second.

  “That was Tate’s best friend, Cameron. I was seeing him for a little while.”

  So that’s the dumb fuck that was texting my ol’ lady, huh? Fucking asswipe. Now I really wish he would’ve come and started shit so I could’ve finished it.

  I wonder how he knows Gizya anyhow and is friends with Tate, too. My club needs to hear this shit.

  “Wait, the guy from the other club I went to for business is Tate’s buddy? Oh shit, that’s why Tate looks familiar. I did some business with his dad, and the little blond douche was there helping Tate’s dad.” I wouldn’t normally air club specifics, but I have a feeling London might be able to fill in a few blanks for me with these people.

  She gazes at me for a second, processing what I just said to her. “Wait, what? Cameron was at Tate’s dad’s club, and y’all had a meeting with him?” she repeats, and it’s like pieces are clicking in her head. She knows I can’t tell her specific shit.

  “You know I can’t tell you 'bout club business.”

  She nods. She’s always been good about respecting club rules. I think that’s one reason why the brothers always liked her so much.

  “Yeah, I understand, it’s just strange. I wonder if Tate knows Cam is working for his dad. I’m going to call Tate over so we can talk to him really quick.”

  “Babe, don’t go stirring up no shit.” That’s the last thing I need without my brothers here with me. I definitely don’t want anything to get back to Gizya and cause issues for the club.

  London shakes her head quickly. “No, it sounds to me like everyone is lying to Tate, and he doesn’t deserve that at all.”

  Well, maybe Tate can give me some info on these people that could help out.

  “Whatever, baby. Just don’t stir up any shit with the Russians, okay?” She nods again and gestures for Tate to come over to us. Hopefully, this doesn’t backfire.

  Chapter 10

  London

  “Hey, Tate, I have a few things I was hoping to bring to your attention. You can tell me to mind my own business, but I think you might be interested in what I just found out,” I blurt as soon as Tate makes his way to me and Cain.

  He smiles and nods, waiting patiently.

  “All right, London, what can I do for you guys?” he glances from me to Cain then back to me.

  “Well, first off, did you know Cam has been helping your dad out?”

  He crinkles his forehead and shakes his head, confirming what I’d suspected all along.

  “Okay, so Cain just recognized Cameron. I guess he saw him at a meeting they had with your father and Cain’s motorcycle club. Now what would Cam be doing helping him at that kind of meeting when Cam told you he wasn’t going to work for Gizya? Think also about all the different times he would just disappear and y’all couldn’t find him.” I study his face closely to see if he gives off any clues.

  He seems perplexed for a minute before he responds. “Yeah, I even asked him the other day if he was at my dad’s club because I’ve been seeing his car there. He told me he had something come up and had to take off. I had Niko follow him and sure enough, he went to my dad’s club. I haven’t said anything because I was hoping he would talk to me about it.”

  Tate turns to Cain and brings him into our conversation. “What was Cameron doing there in your meeting, do you know? What was the meeting about anyhow?”

  Cain glances at me and shakes his head then turns to Tate. Ugh, wrong questions. Cain will lock up like Fort Knox before he talks club stuff.

  “Sorry, man, but I can’t discuss my club’s business.”

  Bingo, called it!

  Guess I’m going to have to try and work some of my magic. Especially now that I have baby momma status, hopefully my gorgeous man will take my word on this one.

  “Cain, you can trust Tate, I promise you. He’s a good guy and a serious businessman. I think some people are lying to him, and I really hope you will see if the guys will let you tell him what’s going on.”

  Cain grunts then turns back to him when Tate starts speaking again.

  “Look, man, I’ll extend an olive branch first, okay? I’m not The Big Boss like my father, Gizya, but I am a Boss. They call me Knees. Maybe you’ve heard of me?”

  Cain nods at him and looks at him with a little more respect now. Good start. My best friend’s boyfriend needs to be cool with mine.

  Wait. My boyfriend? Is he my boyfriend? I think of him as more than that. We will have to discuss this later.

  Cain stares at me earnestly, silently warning me when he and Tate start talking. “Yeah, your name was brought up in our meeting, actually. Baby, you can’t repeat to anyone what you hear, okay? It could seriously get you killed, ya hear me?”

  “Of course, Cain, I would never. Your business I will always keep between you and me,” I reply genuinely. I would never jeopardize him and the club.

  “All right, so your dad said you’re familiar with weapons, you know what I mean? And you will be assisting in some merchandise,” Cain mutters low so no one can overhear.

  Tate’s face heats up in anger. “Fuck, and Cameron was at this kind of meeting? He doesn’t know anything about that business. Was he just observing or something?”

  Cain shakes his head, a grim look overtaking his features. “He seems to be assisting your father in certain merchandise knowledge for distribution. You feel me?”

  Tate nods, glowering at everything he’s hearing.

  He takes a deep breath then turns and motions to Emily to come to us. She walks toward us, and Tate gives Cain his attention again. “Thank you, Cain. I’m going to give you my number, since it looks as if we will be working together in the future anyhow. If something seems out of place, please call me and I will return the favor. I don’t like fish
y shit, and this feels fishy.”

  Emily treks along beside me while the guys are exchanging numbers, smiling largely. She most likely thinks the guys have become buds or something. I wonder how much of Tate’s business she knows about.

  Tate wraps one of his arms around her and pulls her in close.

  “Come on, moi kpacota, I have business to take care of. London, Cain, we will see you soon. And thank you for bringing this to my attention.”

  The guys shake hands, and then Tate and Emily head for the exit.

  “Love you, chickadee!” I yell loudly at Emily. She turns around and blows me a kiss.

  “Love you back, sexy!” she calls in return, and then they’re gone.

  I look up at Cain and smirk. “Wow, crazy night and I’m even sober.”

  He chuckles. “I know, baby, it wouldn’t be a night out with you, without some kind of drama.” He wraps his arm around me as we walk to the exit.

  I smack at his arm and my eyes grow wide with false innocence. “What on earth are you talking about?” I act outraged, but I know it’s true.

  “Please, there were plenty of nights I got you off the bar or you blacked out or you tried to…” He begins to go into detail and I jump to stop him quickly.

  “Okay, okay, I get it. No need to be naming instances.”

  He chuckles loudly, and I beam up at him. I love when he smiles or laughs; he’s so unbelievably sexy—covered in tattoos, scruff, and muscles.

  “Come on, sweet cheeks, I need to hit up Ares when we get back and let him know what’s going on.” Cain tugs me into his body tightly and gives me a sweet, soft kiss with just enough tongue to get me wound up.

  He pulls away and hops on his bike, then holds my hand so I climb on behind him. I will be so grateful when it warms back up; this cold weather sucks.

  We arrive at the apartment, and Cain calls Ares to update him. They set up a meet for tomorrow to discuss everything properly, I guess.

  I put on a pair of Cain’s boxer shorts I had stolen before I moved and my bra. He strips down naked and gets in the middle of the bed. Jesus, he’s sexy with his bedhead and tired eyes.