ZODIAC
The sight of Elle in a bikini left me grumpy from my aching erection. She refused to get dressed and instead played with Sutter for another twenty minutes.
Nova was a little quicker to get her ass dressed. She had showered and gotten her girls cleaned up by the time Elle finally moseyed out of the pool.
After setting up the guys in the driveway with beers, I explained that if they saw Elle Reed nearly naked that I would be forced to tear out their eyes.
“It might seem excessive, but I’m a man who follows his instincts,” I said, making them chuckle. “Eye removal feels like the right move.”
Elle finally appeared in running shorts and a loose blue T-shirt. Her hair was damp, and I was dying to run my fingers through the soft strands. Though the guys knew she was important to me, I remained wary of showing her too much affection in front of them.
Stamp and his old lady Alabama rolled up the street on his ride. His sons, Boz and Zig tailed them. Sporting a bald head, Stamp was halfway through his sixties. He had been cracking skulls since before I was born. Though he had been tight with Wrecker, he also saw my vision. Stamp didn’t suffer from regrets.
He also owned his feelings for his brassy brunette wife and their sons. Stamp never minded showing weakness when it came to his family. Ford and Pax Reed were the same way. Was I weaker than them by hiding how I felt for Elle?
My ego demanded I wrap an arm around Elle and announce, “We’re having a boy.”
While the guys acted as if they had no idea how to respond, Alabama nudged Stamp and said, “You owe me fifty dollars.”
Her husband shrugged. “That felt like an easy bet to win. I guess I overestimated Zodiac.”
“Underestimated, baby,” Alabama cooed. “You forgot how men buckle when they meet the right woman.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Elle said. “Zodiac hasn’t given me his balls or anything. We just made what is bound to be a super handsome son.”
“It’s still early, doll,” Alabama told Elle.
“Thanks for your optimism and support, but I’m a fox, not a doll.”
“I don’t know what’s happening here,” Alabama told Stamp.
York explained from his spot in a folding chair nearby, “It’s what the Crimson Guard calls their women members.”
“Oh, Zodiac knocked up one of those girl bikers?” Alabama asked Stamp.
“Seems like he did.”
Elle declared, “We’re naming the baby Wilbur Megatron.”
Elle said the words with such conviction that none of my guys had the balls to laugh. Alabama’s blue eyes got wide, and I felt her considering whether to complain. She was the oldest of the club’s few old ladies, meaning she rarely suffered in silence.
Yet, she didn’t know Elle and wasn’t sure what to think of the Crimson Guard riding with women. Making the smart choice, she didn’t challenge Elle’s dumb name announcement.
“The name is a work in progress,” I told them, having not brought up my baby name idea to Elle yet. “Though the Megatron part is likely sticking.”
Elle frowned up at me before suddenly looking over the dozen guys and Alabama. She offered them an overly friendly smile.
“Welcome to my cousin’s house. Since I wasn’t paying attention when I met most of you, let’s act like this is the first time we’re meeting,” she said and walked over to Ojai. “What’s your name, fella?”
Elle was likely kidding about not remembering Ojai and York, but I doubted she actually knew the names of the rest of my guys. Iappreciated the fact that she cared enough to make a show of meeting them.
Lula appeared after I finished the introductions and looked a little out of sorts. I assumed Exile fucked her senseless, and she would need more time to get her head back on straight.
I wished I could get Elle alone somewhere for a quick taste. That bikini she wore earlier had my dick throbbing long after we began grilling and Sutter joined the backyard party.
Wrapping herself around me, Elle admired her son making small talk with Alabama and Lula nearby.
“He knows I’m shacking up with you tonight,” Elle said and lifted her gaze.
