Page 22 of Joker's Ghost
Every year, the club opens the party to the public, and half the proceeds, along with the raffle money, go to the Forgotten Children charity, helping the families of sick kids with their medical bills. It’s huge, especially since the winner receives a free weekend at the Bellagio, including a spa treatment.
“What do you think?”
She laid out an old-time men’s suit, complete with two-tone shoes and a fedora.
“I can’t wait to see you in the hat. You’re going to look so great. I think you will really be channeling Bugsy Seigel.”
Like she had to mention Bugsy. In the last three days, I must’ve heard the guy mentioned a hundred times.
She heads for the closet and reappears wearing a short sequined dress in hot pink circa 1920s. “And for some added incentive, I’ll be wearing this. The loose cut fits over my bump. Together we’re going to make the perfect gangster and his woman.”
Daisy was waiting for a response, but all I could feel wasthe pain in my gut driving deeper and the same shaky, clammy sweat surrounding my neck.
“So, what do you think?” She does a little spin. “We are definitely winning the costume prize tonight.”
“Yeah, nice.”
“I kind of expected more reaction than that. Sheena and I went to one of those big costume stores on The Strip.” She motions to her dress and his suit on the bed. “I’ll have you know the salesmen said this was the authentic look of the ‘20s and ‘30s and definitely something Bugsy would’ve worn.”
“I just bet the salesmen had his eyes glued to your tits the whole time he was selling you this shit.”
“I’m seven months pregnant, so I doubt?—”
“Yeah, seven months pregnant and hotter than fuck.”
Earlier I contemplated begging out of the party using the stomach bug as an excuse, but Daisy in this short dress with her tits front and center has my dick at full attention.
Yeah, I’m a dog, but when it comes to my woman, I can’t hold back.
I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her waist. “I also love that we made another baby and our little family is getting bigger.”
“I love that too.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “In less than two months, we’ll know if it’s a girl or boy.”
Although I’m excited to find out the sex of our baby, right now, I just want Daisy to have a stress-free pregnancy and delivery.
I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair. Drinking in her scent. The one and only thing that always calms me, except tonight. I just can’t shake this eerie feeling something is about to go drastically wrong, and there won’t be anything I can do about it.
CHAPTER 8
JOKER
One of the best things about Daisy being pregnant is her need for sex. Sometimes more than once a day. Not that I’m complaining ‘cause I plan on satisfying every single need. Plus, I want to get out of my head, and what better way than to sink into my wife’s beautiful body?
I walk backwards, taking her with me until my thighs hit the bed, then I perch on the edge of the mattress, easing her maternity shorts over her bump and down her legs. I caress her belly, then place little kisses on her bump, and I’m rewarded with the gentle roll of my baby.
I smile up at Daisy. “She knows her daddy’s near.”
“She? I figured you’d want a boy this time.”
“Nah, I don’t care either way, but it would be nice for Deana to have a little sister.”
“And you’d have another girl to spoil.”
“There is that too.” I smirk around my words, and Daisy laughs.
“You are such a soft touch. I wonder what all your tough-guy bikers would think?”
“Please, they’re just as bad. Python dotes on Virginia,Cobra does whatever Sheena says and I swear Mamba is scared shit of his five-foot-two Mandy.”
