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“Now it makes sense how I got pregnant with triplets. Nobody in my family has ever had triplets.”

“Oh, in my generation, there are six sets of twins, four sets of triplets, and a set of quadruplets,” I tell her.

“What?” she shrieks. She’s looking around like someone is going to tell her it’s a joke, but everyone nods. She mouths awowand doesn’t say anything else on the matter. We sit around laughing for a little longer and then I realize it’s getting late.

“Bianca, before you leave, can I show you something?”

“Sure.” She looks hesitant and Mom reassures her the girls will be fine.

“Come on, we’ll only be gone five minutes.” Finally, she nods, smiles at me, and takes my hand as I lead her out of the house. Holding her hand in mine is so surreal. That night with her has played in my mind for years. I never thought I would connect with a woman like that just from one night. When she told me she was looking to hook up for the night, I didn't even rush taking her to her hotel room like I normally would. I spent hours talking and dancing with her. I knew she was different. I never thought I would see Bianca again, and now that I have her back, I’m going to make her mine again. But this time, it’ll be forever.

ChapterEight

BIANCA

Cameron looks just as sexy as I remember. Lord, that man makes my insides tingle—caramel skin, six foot three and a five-o’clock shadow. His hair is brown, cut short on the sides, long on the top, and slicked backed. His gold eyes feel like they pierce right to my soul. I can see his muscles bulging through his shirt and all I can think about is that night when I held on to him while he fucked me into the mattress.

I shake my head, inwardly scolding myself. I am not here for that. I’m here so he can be a part of his daughters’ lives. I’m pretty sure Cameron has women chasing him from every angle. Eventually, I want to ask him about this Jennifer, but now isn’t the time.

Cameron is holding my hand, leading me down a dirt path. There are other homes built back here. I definitely didn’t think an MC would have family homes behind the clubhouse but it’s a nice surprise. Finally, we arrive at a beautiful brick home with a three-car garage. Cameron takes out a key and leads me inside.

Once we get inside, I’m stunned. It’s absolutely beautiful in here. The décor is very sleek and modern. You could fit my entire apartment inside his living room. “Whose house is this?” I ask him.

“Mine,” he says, grinning down at me. My mouth drops open and he leads me to a door down the hall and opens it. Tears immediately fall when I see the beautifully decorated princess room. Three white beds with canopies hang over them. There’s a dollhouse in the corner that’s bigger than the girls and a fully decked-out play kitchen.

Cameron opens the closet door and it’s fully stocked with shoes and clothes. A sob rips through me and Cam pulls me into his chest. My girls missed three years of this with their father. I should have talked to Cam myself, but Jennifer was so convincing. I can’t change the past so all I can do is move on. It’s going to take time to build trust, but I won’t deny him time with his daughters. “Stop crying, Coco. This was supposed to make you happy.”

Looking up, I smile at him. He called me Coco the night we met. He said my skin reminded him of hot chocolate and he couldn’t wait to get a taste. Cheesy as it was, it made laugh. Never has a man given me a pet name within five minutes of meeting me, but he did. “You remembered,” I whisper.

“Coco, I remember every single thing about you from that night,” he rasps.

Cameron looking into my eyes and holding me this close is doing all kinds of things to me. His normal bright golden eyes have darkened with lust. I want to resist, but I haven’t had sex since I got pregnant with the girls. Cameron pulls away and I feel a little disappointed.

Palming my face, he brings my gaze back to his. “I want you, Coco, and don’t ever forget it. I want to strip you naked and bury myself deep inside that tight pussy again. I want your nails scratching my back, leaving your mark on me. I want to own every single inch of this gorgeous body of yours. I want to bury my face in that pussy and make you come so many times you beg me to stop. I want to listen to every moan as I ram my cock against your G-spot, making you come all over me, but I don’t want that for just one night. I want all of you, Coco.”

By the time he’s done speaking, I’m panting, and my panties are soaked. I keep telling myself not to go there with him but now I can’t think of one good reason why I shouldn’t. Cameron kisses my forehead and a sigh of frustration leaves my lips before I can stop it.

“Soon, baby.”

Cam leads me back to his parents and helps me load the kids into my car. The girls tell him bye, but they’re bawling, not wanting to leave him. “I’ll see you soon. I promise,” he tells them.

“Okay.” They sniffle in unison. It breaks my heart seeing them upset. When I turn the key over my car doesn’t start. This is so embarrassing. His entire family is out here. I keep trying but all it does is turnover.

Cam opens my door. “Come on, Coco. I’ll take you home. I’ll have Bear tow it to the shop in the morning.”

“I can’t afford that right now, Cam,” I tell him in a panic.

Cam pulls me out of the car and cages my body against the car. “Coco, listen carefully. You are not alone anymore, and you will never struggle again. I don’t want any arguments either. I’m not the kind of man who’s going to watch the mother of his kids struggle for a damn thing. Got me?”

The fierceness in his gaze has me clamping my lips and my thighs shut. Holy hell that was a turn-on. He just took charge, and it was sexy as hell. I know some women like to be stubborn, but I’m not one of them. I know when to decline and when to accept help. I’ve been in debt for a while. Nodding my head, Cam helps take the girls out my car and tells Viper he needs to borrow his SUV.

When I give Cam my address, he looks over with furrowed brows. “That’s a rough neighborhood, isn’t it?”

“It’s not that bad,” I mutter, playing with the hem of my shirt.

“I’m not judging, Coco. Believe it or not, my parents grew up in a neighborhood just like that.”

“Really?”

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