“Mav,” Daddy barked out. It was only then I realized we were stopped in front of the trailer. “Get inside.”
I nearly fell on my face as I tried to jump off the bike.
Real smooth, idiot.I didn’t even make it a step away from Daddy before someone jumped out from behind the trailer.
“You’ve been avoiding me.” I rushed around the front of the motorcycle and did my best to appear calm as I speed-walked to the door. I didn’t want to leave him alone with whoever this was, but it was very fucking clear he’d break me like a twig, so I’d have to settle for watching out the little window over the bed.
“Told you I have other things going on,” John responded.
Fuck. That fast, the moment was gone. I didn’t know who in the hell that guy was, but I hated him. Why in the hell couldn’t the universe let me have this one damn night where I could do nothing but live out one of my kinky fantasies?
“And I told you I need you out here. You know damn well I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important,” the other guy explained. He jerked his head towards the main house, but John shook his head, leading him to the picnic table out front. “Is she why you’re dragging your feet?”
“There is noshe,” John informed him. I nearly fell off the bed at his proclamation. He’d just kicked down that closet door and left it splintered. “As for why I’m dragging my feet, it’s a combination of things. But, yes, for once I’m building a life where I’m truly happy, and helping you means walking away from that.”
“Come on, John, quit being so melodramatic,” the guy—who I assumed at this point was Stephen—chided. “Plenty of us have lives outside the club. That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it.”
“Not in my case it’s not.” He glanced toward the trailer, his gaze pausing at each window. I might have been imagining it, but I swore he stopped just a second longer when our eyes met. I held my breath, waiting to hear what he was going to say next. “You have to believe Iwantto help you because I know you didn’t ask for the hell of it. And it’s been fucking my head up to know I’m having a hard time saying yes to blood, but I don’t have faith you’d be okay with what I’ve been doing recently.”
“This have anything to do with the tight piece of ass riding bitch tonight? Looked like you took her for a different sort of ride tonight.”
John was off the table with his hand fisted in his brother’s shirt in a split second. “You don’t talk abouthimthat way, you got me? You wanna know why I’m struggling to accept your offer?”
He pointed sharply towards the house, looking past his brother, directly at me. This time there was no doubt he knew I was eavesdropping, but I didn’t think he cared. My chest ached, wishing I was out there next to him, but I was starting to understand why he had wanted to come out on his own terms and why he kept me out of sight. This guy was a supreme dick.
“Yeah, you fucking heard me,” John spat out. “Thattight piece of ass, as you put it, comes complete with a gorgeous cock and one of the kindest hearts I’ve ever seen. He puts up with my bullshit and gave me time to come to terms with who I am, which is more than I can say for anyone in that fucking clubhouse. Hell, you were the one who told me I needed to be careful about how much time I was spending with the guys from work because some of your buddies were starting to talk. Well, let them talk about this…I finally fucking know what it feels like to be in love, and that boy makes me feel shit no woman has ever been able to.”
My legs felt like Jell-o, and I slid down the wall, wincing when the eggs inside of me shifted around. I pulled Daddy’s pillow to my chest and buried my head in it. Sure, I’d had guys tell me they loved me before, but none of them had made it so crystal clear that I held a place in their life. I hated that it had come to this and wondered if we’d be able to survive if his brother made him choose.
“Fuck. You’re serious, aren’t you?” With the window still cracked open, I could hear enough. “You just have to do shit the hard way, Johnny. I’m not even sure what else to say, but I get it. But I still need you, man. Shit’s still weird, and you’re the only one I trust at this point.”
“And I’m telling you now, if he’s not welcome, neither am I.” The door slammed shut a moment later, and before I could swing my legs over the side of the bed, Daddy was scooping me into his arms.
“So, now you’ve seen my brother.” He sighed as he buried his nose in my curls. I fussed at him most of the time for messing up my hair, but I secretly loved knowing that I could comfort him this way.
“Think he’ll be okay with what you told him?” I wiggled around so I could straddle his lap. “I don’t want you losing your family for me. You don’t even know if we’ll be together a year from now.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure you’re it for me.” He massaged the back of my neck and I started to relax. “As for Stephen, that’s all on him. I said what I needed to. The rest is up to him.”
20
John
I hadn’t meant to blurt it out the way I had, but knowing I no longer had this massive secret from my brother felt like a huge weight off my shoulders. He hadn’t seemed disgusted so much as stunned when I’d drawn my line in the sand.
“How can you be so sure?” Mav asked me.
I twisted on the bed, supporting his back as I lowered him to the mattress. His back arched when I pushed up his t-shirt so I could see that pretty lace lingerie hiding underneath. I bent down, taking his nipple into my mouth the way Blake had earlier.
“Fuck, Daddy…more,” he begged. His fingernails dug into my scalp as he held me in place. “Feels so good. Wish you could do that all the time.”
I pulled away, blowing gently on his damp skin. “Yeah? Was the nice doctor right? Is this something you need more often? Want Daddy sucking on those pretty little tits?”
“Yes, please. Now would be a good time.”
Who was I to deny my precious boy, especially after how well he took everything tonight? I tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it across the room. The lace stayed. Tonight, I wanted to fuck him while he was still wearing all of it. I pushed the bralette out of the way, flicking my tongue over one nipple as I pinched the other. “You’re a dirty boy, aren’t you? Did it feel good having Doctor B implanting the eggs tonight?”
“So good, Daddy,” he moaned. “It hurt, but fuck, I wish it was real. There are books where the men are able to have babies, too, and I want that to be reality.”
