Page 164 of Menace

Ry was just starting to move around, not awake yet but getting there, when I heard his bike.

My man was home.

I knew the first thing he would do as he came through the door from the garage was take off his boots. They were added to the rack of boots and shoes in what I now know was called the mud room. We didn’t have those back home…oh wait…this was now home. South Africa was no longer home.

My home was here, in Savannah, with Lucky and Ryder.

He padded soundlessly in on his socked feet, through the kitchen into the house. I watched as he came through the open plan space towards us. His big man mountain body moving gracefully and soundlessly towards me.

“There you are, my queen.” His deep voice made things in my body tingle.

Better than the tingle?

Him kneeling next to me, taking my face in his big hands and kissing me. His thumbs under my jaw, rubbing ever so gently up and down my throat on either side of my new tattoo.

His tongue duelled with mine as he took me down to my back. Kissing me deep and thoroughly. My hands went up to his jaw, stroking over his now short scruff of a beard. He’d had it trimmed while he was out. Already showing off his half-finished tattoo.

Next to us our son complained loudly and Lucky laughed against my lips. Lifting his head he turned slightly to look at his son.

“Give your Papa a break, Ry. I’m kissin’ your Mama hello over here.” He joked, pressing a hard closed mouth kiss to my lips he sat up.

Still on his knees he picked up an angrily crying Ry and held him in the air in front of him.

“Hey, why you makin’ all that noise,cher? You angry I didn’t say hello to you first? You gotta know your Mama will always get the first kiss, yeah?” As his voice rumbled and Lucky gently swung him in the air his crying stopped and his blue eyes locked on his daddy.

Bringing him close he kissed him on both cheeks then settled him against his big chest. Our boy was big but against his daddy’s chest he looked tiny.

“Am I in time to give him his bath,bébé(baby)?”

“Yes, I was waiting for him to wake up.” I grinned when Lucky gave a soft whoop.

“Time to have a bath, Ry. You wanna have a bath with your Papa? Hmm?” He nodded at our boy. “Yeah, I got covered in dust and shit on the bike today and I think a bath with my boy is just what I need.”

Have you ever seen a big masculine man sitting in a bath filled with baby bath bubbles, supporting his baby son on his big thighs while he gently washes his hair?

Instant ovary explosion.

I sat on the bathroom floor watching them as Lucky bonded with his son. It was something I never thought he would do. Something so out of character for the scary and coldly efficient Road Captain of the SWMC. But totally in character for the man he became the minute he walked into our home.

Once he was done bathing him he handed Ry to me then got out of the bath and into the shower. I dried and dressed my baby boy and handed him back to his dad.

Sitting in the big rocking chair in Ry’s room – yes, we had to have one made to fit Lucky’s bulk – he held and fed our boy then put him to bed.

I was downstairs getting dinner ready and listened to him talking to Ry on the baby monitor. Telling him about his day, not the hard stuff, just about riding with his brothers and the way it felt. There was no way our boy wasn’t going to be a biker. He took his dad’s bike stories in with his bottle, wide sparkling blue eyes riveted on the man holding him. It didn’t bother me at all. He was going to grow up in the brotherhood of the Shadow Wraiths.

And his Papa would keep him safe until he was old enough to do the job himself.

I had the food on the table when he came down dressed in a pair of grey sweat pants and nothing else. I stared at his solid pecs with the sprinkling of chest hair, my eyes following the line of hair leading down past his abs to where it disappeared in his low slung sweat pants.

The bulge behind the grey fabric restarted the tingle and his dirty grin told me he knew what his bare chest and those damned pants did to me.

Evil sexy man.

We had dinner, chatted about the club and a run he was busy working on. Then I boldly told him I was going back to work the coming Monday.

He was silent for a couple of seconds, holding my hand in his. “Okay, baby, I’ll deal with it. At the studio today I could see how much you missed it. As long as you’re okay with how over protective I’m goin’ to be about the two of you,‘tite chatte(little cat).”

I instantly agreed. I could live with being protected, even a little too much. I never want to be as vulnerable as I had been before.

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