Page 6 of A Biker's Tiny Present

“Yea.” I point to the seat over in the corner even though he can’t see it.

“Bring the little guy to the clubhouse then. Once you get him settled, give the sister a call and see if she knows what the deal is.” There is some shuffling happening on his end of the call. I can also hear Duchess talking but can’t make out what she’s saying. “Duchess said she’ll have clothes and diapers and such for you to use if what you have isn’t enough.”

“Tell Duchess thank you.”

Sunshine holds out her hand and Ring gravitates to her like beacon. He helps her stand and rests his hand on her lower back. “Ring and I will get the car seat base in your truck. I just need your keys.”

“Let me know the second Cypher finds somethin’.” I hang up on Whiskey and set my phone on the desk. As I fish my truck keys out of my pocket, Ring finagles with Nicky’s car seat, unlatching something from the bottom.

“Did you break it?” That can’t be right. Can it? See, I’m clueless with this kid stuff. How the hell am I supposed to be a dad? Aren’t I too old for this shit?

“No,” Sunshine says with a laugh, then presses a kiss to Nicky’s cheek. “The base is what gets buckled in, then the carrier latches to it. That way you don’t have to fight with the seatbelt every time you put him in and take him out of the vehicle. Once he’s clipped into the carrier with the harness, he’s safe and secure.”

Ring helps Sunshine get her jacket on, and then his own, they grab the contraption and head for the door. Before Ring can even twist the doorknob open to leave, a light double knock comes from the other side and the door starts to swing in. Once it’s open all the way, Ring and Sunshine wave before ducking out.

“This is my office,” Raven walks in, again for what seems like the twentieth time but is really only the third I believe, this time followed by a drop-dead gorgeous woman I’ve never seen before.

“Oh, thank God,” the mystery woman says with a sigh of relief as her attention locks in on Nicholas.

“Who are you?” I can’t help but snap at her. I don’t recognize her, I would know it if I had met her before, but I know she’s not my Nicky’s mother. I would definitely know if I slept with her, and since I haven’t been lucky enough to do so . . . yet . . . I need to know more before I let her get any closer to my son.

“I . . .” She stops speaking and doesn’t move a muscle.

“Tiny, this is Riley. She’s Nicholas’s aunt. Riley, meet Tiny. Nicholas’s dad. Or so your sister’s note says.” Raven swoops in and saves her by giving introductions.

Fuck, she’s looker. Where has this woman been? Why haven’t I met her yet? Is it okay to be sporting a hard-on while holding your kid? Because I am and have zero shame.

Brownish-green eyes sparkle as she looks at Nicky in my arms. No, not she. Riley. Her name is Riley. I’ve only met one other Riley in all my years on this spinning rock. He was in my unit while we were deployed somewhere classified back in 2004. He was a great guy and all, but he didn’t look anything like the Riley in front of me now. Thank fucking Lucifer.

Her ashy blonde hair is tied up into a messy bird’s nest looking twist on the top of her head, giving me a clear view of her flawless face. A few strands hang loose, framing her cheeks, making her look like I just got done ravaging her, with her face pushed down into the pillow, while I fucked her from behind.

Oh, what a sight that would be. I can almost imagine it now.

No.

Fuck.

I can’t be thinking like that about her . . . Or can I?

Fuck yes I can. Even if she is my son’s aunt, who’s here to tell me I can’t fuck her? Nobody, that’s who! Obviously her sister, whoever she is, didn’t want me, so if I’m able to talk this mysterybeauty into my bed, even if only for one night, no one is going to stop me.

I watch Riley as she watches me, trying to figure out who I am and if I can be trusted, and I wait her out. As much as I want to steamroll this situation because I’m fucking pissed to be just now finding out I’m a dad, but the sleeping tyke in my arms holds back my anger, and horniness, for now.

Knowing the anger I grew up around, with my dad being a physically, mentally, and verbally abusive husband and father, I learned how to mask my anger at a very young age. I can calm myself down when need be just as fast as strike with violence when it is appropriate. My father went to prison when I was sixteen for beating and almost killing my mom, so I never want my son to unnecessarily see me like that, especially toward his aunt.

“Can I hold him?” Riley holds her palms up, wanting me to hand Nicky to her. “Please?”

“Only if you stay in here and explain to me what the hell is goin’ on.” Now that I have him, I really don’t want to let him out of my arms, but I can’t seem to deny her.

Riley nods, seemingly agreeing, so I pass him over. “Thank you.”

Giving her a few minutes to snuggle him, I lean back against the door, hoping she doesn’t pick up on the barrier I’ve created between her and the only possible exit from the room. I fold my arms, cross one boot over the other, and just wait.

It doesn’t take her as long as I hoped it would for her to notice. As soon as Riley realizes she’s essentially backed into a corner, I see the shutters start to come down over her emotions. Her eyes track the room, finding the car seat in the corner, and she heads straight for it. Riley gently lowers Nicky to the carrier, expertly weaves the straps around him, and three soft clicks later has him buckled in.

Pushing the entire still confusing as hell contraption behind the desk, as if placing him out of sight will keep Nicky asleep through what I imagine is going to be a not-so-fun conversation, she gives herself a nod and squares off with me.

“I don’t know what is going on here, hell I don’t even know who you are, but Nicholas can not stay here.” Arms folded, like mine, but right hip and foot popped out to the side, she crosses her arms and lets me have it. “You need to move the fuck out of my way so I can takemynephew home. He ismyresponsibility. He lives inmyhouse. He’s coming with me.”

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