Page 79 of The MC's Surprise
“Doubtful,” Rooster griped. “I’m gonna go broke.”
Justin just chuckled, sticking the piece of paper in his pocket and winking at Gracie. “You got it, princess. I’ll hit you up with the cash later. We should get moving. We’ve got work to do.”
True. They’d all paused to make sure I was okay, but they needed to be out there mingling or at the booths I’d had set up for them. I was still determined to get the town to see them as I did. And so were the rest of the old ladies. We split up with our men, making sure to show off just how great they were with their kids. Maggie volunteered to do face painting with Killer’s help, and Prez was nearby with Zoey on his lap, answering questions about the crew. Butch was letting all the kids sit on his bike and check it out, answering questions in ways they could understandand showing off his sweet teddy bear nature when he carefully helped the littles to sit. Wraith was hanging out with Xander and a few of his friends, talking to the teens about motorcycle safety and how they could get their licenses once they were old enough. And then there was Justin. He wandered around the rally with our daughter on his chest, beaming with pride and stopping to answer questions about her any time someone looked his way. He was hit on plenty by women who liked the idea of a biker with a baby, but he always redirected them to his brothers, telling everyone he was taken but there were plenty of guys in his crew who were single and looking to mingle. I saw a few interested looks swing toward the guys, which made me laugh.
They’d better get ready. If they weren’t careful, they’d end up inundated with babies before the year was out.
46
Vegas
No one ever told me the hoops I’d have to jump through to get my daughter to sleep. She almost always woke up when we took her out of the car seat, then it was a dance of rocking her and bouncing just enough to settle her again before attempting to lay her down in the crib. When I finally pulled away, Sierra and I both held our breath, staring at her. It was a 50/50 shot of her staying asleep. Sierra crossed her fingers, taking a few slow steps back. I followed, eyes on my daughter to make sure she didn’t start fussing until we were out of the room and the door shut quietly behind us.
We both danced and cheered silently before sneaking out to the living room. She was too little yet to sleep in her own room, so we’d join her eventually, but it was too early for that right now. When we were finally out of earshot, I let out a sigh of relief, dragging Sierra into my arms and kissing the top of her head.
“It’s like diffusing a bomb,” I muttered. “One wrong move and it’s all over.”
She snickered, her arms wrapped around my waist tightly. We rocked a little, almost like we were dancing, and I felt my heart leap in my chest with the cuteness. I could totally see us doing the same thing fifty years from now. I’d be old and wrinkly, and Sierra would be just as perfect as she was now, just with gray hair. It was definitely how our future would go.
“I hope the rest of the rally goes as well as today did,” she murmured, resting her head against my chest.
“It will,” I assured her, hugging her a little tighter. “You set it up. I know it’ll go great.”
Her fingers digging a little tighter into my back gave away how she felt about it. She was worried. After how things ended with her last business venture, I didn’t hold it against her. I doubted words would do anything to change her mind. We just had to wait and see, and once everything went off without a hitch, she’d relax a little. I’d make sure of it.
Determined to distract her from her past, I used a knuckle to lift her chin, guiding her lips to mine. I slid my hand into her hair, sinking into it when her lips parted. I was never going to get bored of this. The way her lips molded to mine, soft and plush, and so damn sweet. The first glide of our tongues sent shivers down my spine and the damn neediness I’d kept on lockdown since she gave birth reared its head. I wanted to drag her to the couch and have my wicked way with her, but I didn’t want to push her before she was ready either. She was only just cleared by the doctor. I could wait as long as she needed me to.
It seemed like Sierra wasn’t willing to back down this time, her tongue pushing into my mouth as she fought for control. Normally, I’d fight back. I liked playing with her. But she was in charge of how far we went this time. I would take whatever she’d give me. Luckily, she was as generous in bed as she was in every other aspect of her life. We stumbled toward the couch, tongues tangled, hands wandering. I let her push me down ontothe couch, cupping her ass as she straddled me. When she pulled back, a curious look on her face, I grinned.
“You’re being really docile this time. You know the doctor cleared me, right? You won’t hurt me.”
“I know.” When she lifted her eyebrows, I corrected myself. “Mentally, I know that. But it’ll make me feel better if you lead. We’ll only go as far as you want us to. Sound like a plan?” I lifted my chin in challenge, grinning at the almost giddy look on her face.
“That sounds like fun. So does that mean I’m in charge?”
“For tonight. I’ll fight you for it again tomorrow,” I replied with a smirk.
“Ooh, someone’s presumptuous,” she teased, before leaning to whisper against my lips. “I like it. I like that you already have plans for tomorrow.”
I bit back a groan. Six weeks was a long time sleeping next to this perfect woman without being able to touch her. Once probably wouldn’t be enough. As long as she was willing, I was going to keep her wrapped around me all damn night. Maybe all weekend. I lifted my head far enough to capture her lips, showing her without words what she meant to me. She sank into it with a contented sigh, seeming in no rush to move on from this. I wasn’t in a hurry either. I was at Sierra’s mercy. And if she wanted to drag this out all night, I wasn’t about to start complaining.
When she finally sat up and slowly pulled that pretty pink dress over her head, I was hard as granite and almost desperate to get inside her. She fisted the front of my shirt, and I came willingly, helping her divest me of my cut and t-shirt. She ran her fingers down the tattoos, and I couldn’t help but tease her.
“Thinking about getting your own ink, sweetheart?”
She snickered, nipping at my bottom lip. “I might consider it. I’ve always wanted one.”
“That’d be hot,” I smirked, cupping her neck to drag her in for another kiss. While I was curious to know what she was thinking of getting, I wasn’t about to get distracted by what we were doing. Her bra was one of those sturdy types with the little latches for breastfeeding, but it didn’t take away from how hot she was in the slightest. She did hesitate when I unhooked it, almost uneasy as one of the straps slipped down her shoulder.
“What is it?” I murmured, cupping her cheek again.
“I… I’ve got some stretch marks, and–”
I knew that. I’d seen pretty much everything. I’d helped her shower when she was too exhausted and in pain to do it herself, and it wasn’t like she hid when she was breastfeeding. She was still beautiful, stretchmarks and all.
Twisting to put her underneath me, I let my gaze trail over her half naked body. “I don’t see any.”
She tried to argue, disgruntled, but I cut her off with a kiss. “All I see are warrior stripes and the perfect body on the planet.” I lifted my eyebrows at her. “You carried my kid, Sierra. Those marks show just how tough you are to pull that off. They don’t take away from how gorgeous you are. They add to the appeal.”
