Page 45 of Dark Seduction

As I look around the room, I notice some curious glances directed our way, and a few raised eyebrows. It's clear that our appearance as a triad has not gone unnoticed. I can feel the weight of their unspoken questions, but I choose to ignore them for now. Tonight is about us—about embracing our unique relationship and showing the world that we're proud of who we are and what we share.

I take a deep sip of my drink, feeling a mix of emotions—excitement, trepidation, and a sense of liberation. This is a new chapter for all of us, and despite the uncertainty of how our club will react, I'm determined to savor every moment of this night. After all, we've come a long way, and we're not about to hide our love or our future together from anyone.

I'm nursing my drink and trying to blend into the background when Karma approaches our booth. He's always been friendly, and tonight is no exception. I offer him a warm smile as he greets us, my hand resting protectively on my baby bump.

"Hey, Mack," Karma says with a nod to me, and then he turns to Burnt and V. "Burnt, V. How's it going, fellas?"

Burnt replies with a nod, and V offers a simple, "Good."

Karma's eyes drift toward my rounded belly, and his curiosity is evident, but he doesn’t ask. Instead, his lips tip up in a smile and he just shakes his head. Just then, his wife, Lindsay, appears at his side. She possesses an easy smile, her presence exuding warmth and camaraderie. She looks at me with genuine interest and asks the inevitable question, "When are you due?"

"Three months," I reply with a smile, feeling an instant sense of camaraderie with her. It's nice to know that not everyone here will treat our relationship and impending parenthood with judgment or curiosity.

Lindsay nods glances around the room and then leans in closer, her voice lowered conspiratorially. "Come with me. Us ladies tend to hang out over in the far corner. We like to talk shit about the guys without them hearing."

Karma scowls at her and she just grins, takes my hand and drags me out of the booth. “Come with me, girl. We’ve all been dying to meet you.”

Eyes follow us as we approach the others, and I’m surprised when several sets of eyes land on first me, and then my belly.

“Well, hello,” a pretty redhead says as I take an empty chair amongst. She reaches out then, offering me her hand. I give it a gentle shake and listen as she says, “I’m Blair, and this is Grace, Cora, and Delilah. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

My cheeks flush as I realize how odd it must seem that I’ve been here for months, working alongside their husbands and partners every single day, but have never actually met any of them. “Hello.”

“So, you’re the hotshot painter my man can’t stop talking about,” Cora grins. “He didn’t tell me you were pregnant though.”

My cheeks flush. “That would be because he didn’t know. We’ve kept it a secret until tonight.”

Lindsay leans in closer. “And we is who? You and Burnt? Or you and V?”

Well, here goes nothing. As much as I love what the three of us share, I am always painfully aware of how unconventional our relationship is. “Both,” I admit.

Every set of eyes around me grow wide with surprise, but it’s Cora who whistles with appreciation, throwing her hands up as she says, “God damn. Two hot bikers all to yourself? You’re my hero.”

The laughter that follows her declaration eases my mind, and I can’t help but grin. “Trust me, they’re a handful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“So, which one is the father?” Grace asks, her brow furrowed a little as she tries to understand.

I shrug. “Both of them. We don’t really care which of them it is. We share this baby.”

Blair’s smile is wide and filled with happiness. “Oh, I love that so much. I have to admit, I could never handle two men. GP is more than enough to keep me on my toes, but this baby of yours is going to be so loved.”

“Do you know what you’re having?” Delilah asks.

I nod, but give them a wry smile. “It’s a secret. The guys don’t even know yet.”

“Ah, this is so exciting,” Lindsay cries, clapping her hands with excitement.

Just then, a bottle breaks on the other side of the bar. Turning in my chair, I watch as Mom storms towards the exit, the other men standing around, their laughter loud enough to hear from here.

“Looks like Hash just told Mom how many hits his dating profile is getting,” Lindsay whispers.

Grace claps a hand over her mouth and giggles. “He didn’t actually do it, did he?”

Lindsay nods, her eyes dancing with laughter. “Oh yeah, and apparently he’s got a whole lot of options.”

Feeling my brows knit together, I shake my head. “I don’t understand. Why is that a bad thing?”

“Mom was being a smartass,” Blair explains. “So Hash told him he was going to create a profile for him. Mom was against it, but Hash did it anyway.”

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