“Yeah, listen to the little lady,” I told Clint and smiled wider. “She’s bitching for two now.”
Exile frowned at me. “I thought you’d be more upset.”
“Elle and I shared a very special moment in this very bar.”
“You took advantage of me!” Elle cried. “I was too drunk to know how gross you are!”
Smirking at her drama, I pointed out, “You also talked a whole bunch of shit the night we made that bun in your oven. But once I kissed you, your hands were instantly on my dick.”
Elle rolled her eyes. “Of course, I wanted to play with your dick. You’ve seen my dog, Hobbs. I clearly adore tiny things.”
Chuckling at her ribbing, I gave her belly a second look and noticed she was a bit thicker than normal.
“Why did you hide this shit from me for so long?”
“I wanted to make sure the pregnancy stuck. I’ve reached the second trimester, so it’s safe to tell you.”
“Did you think I’d cry if you lost it?” I asked, moving closer and winning a grunt of disapproval from Clint. “What?”
“You two had a drunken tryst,” Elle’s brother grumbled. “Once you take the test, the situation will be official. Then, you can visit the kid one day or whatever.”
“Are you delusional? Once it’s born, I’m filing for full custody.”
Elle gasped while Exile chuckled. Clint seemed unsure how to respond. Boone shook his head like he was going to have to stand up and punch someone soon.
“I was very drunk the night my little miracle was created,” Elle said with a devious glint in her eyes. “It’s possible that more than one tiny dick jizzed inside me. We should really get the paternity test done before you call your lawyer to gain custody. How can we be sure that your club brother Sugar isn’t the father? Or York? He’s very tall and manly. Ooh, what’s the pretty blond guy’s name?”
“Ojai,” Exile answered helpfully.
Shaking my head, I promised, “No one got anywhere near you that night.”
“You can’t know.”
“I kept watch every moment,” I said and stepped closer. “My guys also knew I’d chop off their hands if they touched you. I’d chop off something else if they stuck it inside you.”
“He isn’t lying about that,” Exile added, this time actually being helpful.
“Well, we don’t really know. This baby might even be the product of my hooch rubbing against a slimy toilet seat,” Elle said before spinning around, flicking her hair at me, and walking away.
When Clint started to speak, I lifted my hand and reassured him, "I've got this."
I followed after Elle, who stopped once she realized we were nearly in the same spot as when we first kissed. Crinkling her nose, she shook her head and snarled at me.
“What now?” she asked.
"Well, I figure since I own a part of you now, you’d best follow my rules."
Elle smiled at me and patted my jaw. "Don’t worry. Your club runs like a well-oiled machine, and Exile is a solid VP. He’ll handle things just fine after I murder you."
Grinning at her threat, I slid my fingers across the back of her hand near my face. “I made you come just feet from here.”
“Claim whatever you want. It’s not like I remember much from that night. It’s possible you jizzed on my belly, and the slimy monsters crawled their way to my beaver.”
“You’re making my dick hard.”
Elle’s gaze flared blazing hot. “If this baby is a boy, I’m naming him Wilbur.”
“I think you and I had better set a few rules.”
