Page 35 of The Broken Beginning: Part One

“He didn’t answer?”

“A woman answered both times. Both times she hung up on me, the first after being an asshole and telling me he wasn’t there. The second time I was trying to tell her it was an emergency and she laughed while hanging up on me.”

I could see the anger brewing in my dad’s face. “Please, stay calm. No need to wake the baby up again.”

“I will find out who the hell that was, and deal with the bitch.” I shrugged because it didn’t even matter, and it wasn’t like I expected much more out of the asshole man I’d been forced to marry. “I assumed your friend brought you in?”

“Yeah, Shannon and Stacey came and got me.”

“I owe that woman a nice dinner.”

“I’m sure she would appreciate it. And, um, maybe offer to have her car detailed too.”

“Why?”

I scrunched my nose up in distaste as I had to admit to my father about leaking amniotic fluid on Shannon’s upholstery.

~*~

Two very long days later, both Declan and I were released from the hospital. His name was mine to give since his father never bothered to show up, and he never bothered to take enough of an interest in my pregnancy to even suggest a name before his birth anyway.

“Boone will be getting into the clubhouse around the same time we’re heading out of here, would you mind if we stopped by there?” My father asked.

I sighed because I could see through his ploy. He wanted me to rub my son in Merc’s face too. Seeing Boone immediately was just the ruse to make it happen. Otherwise, Boone would clean up and meet us at the house.

“Fine,” I muttered as I wrapped my boy up like a burrito again the way the nurses had shown me. Swaddling, they called it. Whatever it was, it worked for him. My boy loved being cozy in there when he wasn’t directly touching my skin.

When we got to the clubhouse, I immediately saw Boone’s Panhead sitting near the front door, and I could also hear the ticking of the engine that always happened just after it was shut off at the end of a long ride. It meant Boone had only just beat us here. I walked in behind my father and abruptly stopped and moved to the side to see why we were bottle-necked at the door. Boone stood there with disbelief and rage clear on his face, my father too, and then when I glanced across the room I sighed as understanding dawned.

11 - In Your Face

Merc

“Mads, spread those legs wide baby. It’s our last day before I have to go back to the ball and fucking chain.” I was a little buzzed, otherwise I wouldn’t have said that shit out loud in the middle of the clubhouse. Boone and Rob might not have been here for the past couple weeks, but that didn’t mean some of the other older members wouldn’t fucking rat me out to them for talking shit about their princess.

“We should go to your room,” Madeline cooed at me even while she spread her legs and showed me what I already knew to be true. She wasn’t wearing any panties under that tiny little skirt she had on. Perfect.

“No need.” I moved my head side-to-side pretending to glance around, like I cared. “There aren’t that many people here anyway, babe.”

I slid my right hand up her silky-smooth leg and dragged my thumb across her tight little bud. She was already plump and waiting, moisture seeping from her gash made it easy to glide up and down, teasing her clit before dipping two fingers right into her heat. She was more than slick which meant I didn’t have to go easy on her.

Two fingers wasn’t really enough to fill Madeline. She needed way more than that, so I gave her a third, then a fourth before she reached up and pulled my face to hers with an eagerness that she hadn’t really shown the past couple of days that we’d been fucking our way through every position in the Kama Sutra.

Her tongue dove into my mouth before I could stop her this time, and for once, I went with it instead of pulling back and avoiding kisses the way I normally did. I don’t know why I thought that would make it all right. Despite what my father thought, I had a little bit of a conscience that niggled in the back of my mind when I was doing stupid shit. Somewhere along the line, I’d convinced myself that if I didn’t kiss the women I was with, it wasn’t all that bad. Lily knew the score. She knew she had her out-clause just as well as she knew I had permission to do what I wanted at the clubhouse.

Most of the time, I did what I wanted here in the hopes that it would get back to her so that she would take that out and leave my ass. Then, I could keep my patch and get out of the marriage I never wanted to be in, but it only worked if she fucking hated me and wanted out. Still, I had drawn the line at kissing for some reason, as if it would somehow lesson the blow for Lily when she heard about what I’d been getting up to.

Madeline released my lips long enough to scream, “Harder!” as I continued to pump my fingers into her wanton pussy. Shit, if I went any harder, I’d damn near be fisting the girl. Chills spilled across the back of my neck as I realized we had an audience, and that Madeline was playing up for it. I tilted my head just enough to see a woman standing there in my peripheral vision holding something blue in her arms. Then, my eyes drifted further and registered that Robbie was there glaring daggers at me along with my dad.

I jumped up and swiped my hand – the one that had just been inside of Madeline – across my jeans. When I turned, it was to see my father walking away from them and toward the bar, looking worn out as fuck and pissed the hell off. Then, my eyes slid back to her. The woman standing there with the blue bundle. It took a minute for my brain to register what I was seeing. Lily stood there, no longer looking pregnant, and that blue bundle… Shit! Oh, fucking shit! I was going to die.

My father slammed the shot on the bar, turned back to me, noticed my face, and then his head tilted back to see Robbie and Lily standing there. Apparently, they hadn’t come in together and had simply all been caught up in the scene of me getting Madeline off in public.

“Is that my grandson?” Boone’s voice boomed with happiness that belied the evil intensity of the stare he had just pinned me in place with. Unfortunately for him, Lily was closer to me, and I made it to her first.

“Thought you were already back, brought him by on the way home so you could see him,” Robbie answered my father as I moved even closer to try to see the baby.

I reached out to move the blanket that obscured my view, but Lily sidestepped me and headed toward my father instead. She offered the baby up to him with a giant smile on her face.

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