Page 92 of Filthy Hot

Rider hums, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he slides his arm around my waist and guides us over to the chairs where Brew, King, and Shawn are sitting. The guys start talking to Rider, but I stay quiet.

“You okay?” Shawn asks on a whisper after a few silent moments.

I slip my tongue out to slide it across my bottom lip, wetting it. I’m stalling on answering her, because I’m not really surehowto answer her. I am okay, but then again, I’m not. It also has nothing to do with the reason we’re here, with Ryan and Millie.

“I’m okay,” I lie.

She nods once, but she doesn’t appear as though she believes me. Thankfully, she doesn’t ask me anything more. Not that she can because Atomic appears again, and he says that we can go into the room since there aren’t many of us left.

We follow behind him as he moves through the hallways. Then he stops in front of a room before he pushes the door open. There, sitting in the bed, propped up, with a pink blanket in her arms, is Ryan.

She looks beautiful, and she smiles a tired smile. “Come on over,” she offers.

I want to run toward and away from her at the same time. I don’t know what to do, so I stand in my place—frozen.

Shawn, however, is not frozen. She hands Brendan over to King before rushing over to Ryan’s side. I watch as she sinks down on the side of the bed. Then Ryan slides her baby into Shawn’s arms.

“She’s perfect,” Shawn whispers.

After a few moments, Rider’s hand leaves the small of my back, and I watch as he moves toward them. I don’t expect him to do what he does next, and it surprises me. He bends slightly and asks if he can hold her.

Shawn looks up at him in surprise, and I stare at him with my lips parted in shock. She hands the baby to him, and my entire body melts at the sight of this big man, wearing a leather cut, jeans, and big black boots, holding a tiny pink bundle in his huge arms.

“Come and meet Millie, Kyle. She’s so perfect.”

The chatter is low around us, or maybe it’s just loud, and my hearing is muffled because I’m so focused on this baby, the fear and reality that surrounds this little creature in front of me. Or maybe I’m just focused on the man I have fallen in love with, holding this perfect little creature and wishing it were ours.

My feet move slowly, almost as if I’m walking through honey. Each step feels like it takes a lifetime. Then I’m finally in front of them. Slowly, I shift my attention down to the baby, and I stare at her wordlessly.

I have no words because this little baby has stolen them all. Every single one of them.

GNAW

Placingmy hand on her thigh, I drive Kyle’s car back to the clubhouse. We’ve spent a lot of time at the hospital, and I need to get some work done. I also know that she needs to get ready for her shift at the bar.

There’s a lot of shit that needs to be done, and we haven’t had any sleep. We also both came, but I could use a more in-depth round of sex. I’d like to taste her, to feel all of her, slow and easy.

“Millie is perfect,” Kyle whispers.

I hum because she is. The most perfect fucking baby, or at least until our baby arrives. Because I know without a doubt that our baby is going to be the most beautiful one in the world.

Hands down.

When I pull the car in front of the clubhouse, I’m not surprised to see remnants of a party. Likely a celebration of the new princess’ birth. And the celebrations will continue for a while, especially when Atomic returns to the clubhouse.

Rim and Guts are both passed out on the front porch, with one naked clubwhore between them. I’m surprised at the sight, but only because they’re outside, and it’s well into the hot afternoon and they are not shaded.

Stopping in front of them, I wake them up and tell them to go inside. Normally, I would let them stay outside because this is their life. They do what they want. But I don’t want anything to happen to them in the heat. It’s going to be a hot one, and it’s humid as fuck, too, already.

I guide Kyle through the bar, stepping over naked and half-naked bodies as we make our way to the bedroom. I have some scheduling work to do later, but I have her to do now. I watch as she moves over to the bed, and I close the door behind me.

For a moment, we just watch one another. No words are spoken, they don’t need to be, but then I see an expression that I can’t quite read cross her face. I open my mouth to ask her what’s wrong, but she beats me to it by speaking first.

“Do you want children?” she asks.

The question surprises me. Not for any reason other than the fact that I wasn’t expecting it. We’ve just started seeing one another, and while I know that our relationship has progressed at warp speed, I’m still a bit taken aback.

“I never really thought about it. With my childhood, the way my mother died, I didn’t think kids would ever happen.”

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