Page 24 of A Biker's Tiny Present

Her hands are out of my beard and pressing on my shoulders, pushing me back at arm’s length until we’re sitting up, side by side. “Are you sure this is what you want? If you need to back out, now’s the time. No harm, no foul, we’ll do the co-parent thing.”

“Riley Grace Wilkenson, you are one damn stubborn woman,” I roll over into her, leading her to lay on her back again, bracketing her entire body to the couch with mine. “From the moment I saw you, you were my woman. You became my everything the second you kissed me. I made you my Vixen when you stepped foot inside this clubhouse. There is no goin’ back now, my love. You’re mine ‘til the world stops spinnin’.”

A slow infectious smile grows until it fills her whole face and I know I probably look like a goofy fool. “Tiny, my Henry, I want nothing more.”

“Love you, Vixen.”

“Love you more.”

“So . . . when can I move in?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

VIXEN

It’s been a crazy activity packed week in the Rebel Vipers MC and I’m ready for life to slow down just a smidge. It probably won’t for another seventeen years until Nicky becomes an adult, but even then there are no promises. If you ask his dad, our boy is going to start Prospecting the day he turns eighteen, so I can only imagine the stress and worry that stage of life will put me through.

But then again, even only knowing this rag-tag group of crass but sweet, grumpy but kind, harsh but gentle, fun-loving bikers, I wouldn’t want to raise Nicky anywhere else.

The Christmas holiday crashed into the club a bit harder than anybody predicted. Starting with a botched attempt at a bachelorette party, a couple of the Old Ladies and brides-to-be brought three male strippers, dressed as policeman, into the clubhouse. The night started fine when all of the Brothers loaded onto a party bus, headed for a strip club for the grooms-to-be’s bachelor party. From the way I heard it, they had just pulled into the parking lot when the two Prospects left behind to patrol the grounds, called the patched bikers and tattled.

All the grooms, and a few others who are coupled up, left their party before it even started and ended the lady’s night ahead of schedule, much to many of their dismay. Me? I thoroughly enjoyed Tiny coming back early. Nicky was spending the night with Sophie, so we had no need to keep quiet once we hit the sheets. Having to keep the noise level at a minimum because a baby is in the same bedroom isn’t always as easy as you’d think. The things Tiny does with his . . . let’s just say, the few nights we’ve spent at the clubhouse so far have been creative.

Yesterday, Christmas Eve, I got to witness a first for the club . . . four weddings and a vow renewal, all in one ceremony. Saying it was magical doesn’t even begin to describe the day. Between the decorations, the dresses, the vows, the baby bombshells dropped, the dinner and party afterward—I’m so beyond happy to have gotten to be a witness to it all.

Whiskey and Duchess.

Ring, Sunshine, and Steel.

Hammer and Angel.

Buzz and Star.

Mountain and Blue.

I haven’t been around long enough to know a lot about them all yet, but from the brief moments I’ve been in their company, I only can hope the love I have for Tiny looks as great from the outside as I witnessed yesterday.

After dinner I took Nicky up to bed and sat with him for a bit. Tiny came up a little while later, turned on the baby monitor, clipped the receiver to the front of his cut, and took me back down to the party. No amount of trying to convince him to leave me upstairs with the baby worked. Tiny insisted I dance a few songs with him, showing me another shocking but amazing facet of himself, and I couldn’t deny him when he growled dirty words in my ear, describing what he would do to me as a reward for dancing with him. He’s a very hard man to say no to.

I danced with him to four songs and walked away before the fifth could start. I made it less than three steps before I was in his arms and we were headed for the stairs. Impatient man that he is, his boots only hit every other step, and the next thing I knew I was falling face first onto the bed in our surprisingly childless bedroom. Every time I tried to ask where Nicky disappeared to, I was silenced by Tiny’s soft but aggressive lips. It wasn’t until I was floating back to Earth from my second orgasm that Tiny informed me Belle and Skynyrd had rolled his crib into the empty room across the hall and were watching him for the night. That was then followed up by orgasms three and four.

Tiny promised to go get him as soon as we woke up, and at seven-oh-five there was a knock at the door with Santa holding our little man. Tiny wore that sexy ass costume one more time, beard and all, so I could take a picture of Nicky on his first Christmas, and he only grumbled for a minute. As he changed Nicky’s diaper, I whispered in his ear what one of his Christmas presents was going to be, and his attitude about the suit did a complete one-eighty.

He offered to wear it when we went downstairs for breakfast, but I put the kibosh on that idea so as to not confuse any of the kids who still believed in the real Santa.

We just finished breakfast as a group, the entire club and all it’s members, family, and a few select friends who stayed thenight after the wedding. Clean up is done in a jiffy with so many capable hands, so next thing I know, I’m being tugged down to sit beside Tiny on one of the many couches in the clubhouse main room. Nicky is in his lap, so I cuddle up to my guys and watch as everyone starts opening presents and enjoying each other’s company.

It's not long before a box appears in my lap. It’s actually the size of my lap, so that’s shocking at first, but it’s the smile on Tiny’s face that clues me in to what’s inside.

Yes, Tiny is smiling, and I can tell he’s happy, but the bead of sweat rolling down his temple is not a look I’ve seen him have yet.

“What did you do?” I nudge his shoulder with mine.

“It would’ve gotten here sooner, but I didn’t know you yet.” And there’s the full, sexy, charming smile I love to see.

“You are the sweetest.” I pucker up and lean over for a kiss.

“Are ya gonna open it?” Opal, Sunshine, Steel, and Ring’s daughter asks as she hustles past. She’s got a new toy in each hand and is showing them to anyone who will listen to her story about her momma having two brothers in her belly.

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