Page 72 of Pooh

Pooh: R we at Trigger’s tonight or your’s?

Me: Mine. Miss you. Should be done in about an hour.

Pooh: Craig and me will pick you up there.

Me: Perfect.

Pooh: Miss you too

I’m so pathetic because just reading his text gives me butterflies. He just has that effect on me. I’m falling hard for Pooh and I’m hoping things continue to work well for us. The fact that I’m taking on Craig and it not fazing Pooh, is a huge plus in his favor. He’s invested in Craig’s future just as much as I am. My thoughts are interrupted by Tammy.

“Is Pooh sexting you?” she asks loudly since she’s across the room from me.

All eyes turn my direction as I hurriedly put my phone back in my pocket.

“No! Why would you ask that?”

“Because of the look on your face. You looked ready to pounce on someone,” Tammy cackles at me.

“Hush, woman. You get that look every time Trigger walks in the room!” I shoot back at her. Tammy, with no shame showing at all, just grins and wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“It’s a Devil’s Angels thing, I think. Especially now that I’m pregnant. I see or hear Axel’s voice and wham! He must give it up! Poor guy promised me at the start of our relationship that he’d never deny me his body parts, but I don’t think he knew what pregnant women can get like,” Bailey says while snort laughing at herself.

Ava barks out a laugh and nods her head in agreement and then adds, “I ordered Gunner to strip one night, late in my pregnancy, and he said no because he was afraid it would hurt me or the babies. I was so crazed with hormones, I told him to either put out or I’d hurt him. He put out, of course.”

While we’re all cackling like hens, Chubs interrupts our girl bonding moment.

“When are we getting pregnant, Lucy?” he asks with a huge shit eating grin.

“Tonight, if you want,” Lucy replies saucily with a wink while shocking most of us with her brazenness. Chubs’ grin just gets bigger.

Pooh

When I walk into the clubhouse, Gunner looks up, spots me and immediately starts laughing. When I get to where he’s standing, he raises his hands and states, “I’m apologizing right now. I’m sorry. Something came up at the strip club and I had to leave the kids with Axel for a while. Anything Craig learned while being with Axel, I’m sorry for. Good luck, man.”

“What did he do now? And I’m talking about Axel, not Craig,” I ask warily.

Gunner grins bigger and replies, “Let’s just say Craig can hold his own.”

As Gunner is walking away, laughing, Craig comes racing into the room looking around, and seeing me, he darts my way. He crashes into my legs, wraps his arms around them, and shouts, “He started it!”

Oh shit! This isn’t going to be good.

Axel comes barging into the room and is obviously looking for Craig. When he spots him, Craig lets out a squeak and moves quickly behind my legs. Axel narrows his eyes and continues our direction.

As he gets closer, I notice something odd about his head. Oh, yeah, it might be the very anatomically correct drawing of a cock on his bald head. Ball sack hanging down on his forehead, penis pointing towards the back of his skull. I try, I really do, but I can’t smother my laugh. Axel’s eyes go full-on squint at me instead of Craig at this point. I hear others laughing and that just fuels my own.

Axel stops directly in front of me, spreads his legs and crosses his bulging arms over his chest. He’s not a happy biker. It doesn’t help matters when Mac speaks up.

“Hey dickhead.”

“Shut it, Mac!” Axel spits back.

“Just sayin’,” Mac adds.

“Let’s keep in mind that he’s only four years old, Ax,” I say between bouts of laughter.

“He’s a fucking menace!” Axel shouts and, unfortunately, we all hear Craig’s little boy giggle at the same time.

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