My fingers move through her silken heat. “This pussy belongs to me.” Sliding down her body, I place a kiss on her stomach. “This baby…is mine too.” I push her jeans down around her ankles along with her boy cut bottoms. I move on down between her legs and kiss her inner thigh. Her fingers tug at my shirt, yanking it up over my head. I move to undo my jeans, needing to be inside her.
My phone keeps buzzing on the dresser, but I ignore it. No one is going to share in this moment with us. No one will come between us. Our bodies come together. Hips rubbing, chests bumping, lips touching, tongues tasting. I make love to her. I show her who owns her heart, body, and soul.
—–—
I left MaryAnn with Sara, Harley, and Amber upstairs at the clubhouse. Stephanie and her groupies were sitting on the opposite side of the room. The tension was thick. A cat fight was bound to happen but it’s time for church. Tiny Leone is demanding another delivery of girls. Reaper made a promise to Rebel Black that he’d bring him the man’s head. A vow he’s not soon to forget. We need to take this bastard out and put him to ground but it’s going to take a lot of careful planning.
My voicemail sounds again just as I am about to head into the meeting. Everyone hasn’t arrived, so I hit play. “Ry, it’s me. Its Mandy. I know you said you never wanted to see me again. I understand that, but we need to talk. It’s important. I wouldn’t ask if it weren’t. I’m at my mom’s. Come as soon as you can.” Fuck, I scrub a hand over my jaw. I don’t need her shit coming in on me right now. Tucking my phone in my inner pocket of my cut, I trade it out for a joint. I light it up and take my seat at to the right of Hades. Zo Zo walks in and taps my shoulder. “Can I get a hit, brother?”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” I pass the joint to him unable to meet his eyes. What MaryAnn told me today about him possibly being the father of her baby is eating at my insides like fucking cancer.
Chapter Eleven
—MaryAnn
The heat of Stephanie’s glare ripples across my skin. Sara must feel it too, because she says, “Ignore her. We all do.” Harley and Amber breakout in giggles.
“Can I get an amen.” Amber holds her hand up for a high five. “I’d never put an ill wish on a person, but her—Uno needs to drive her a good thousand miles away and leave her ass stranded.”
“I don’t understand how that man is married to her. He seems so normal,” Harley says scrunching her nose.
I start to feel bad about talking shit but then I remember all the mean stuff she has said to me and about me. Her and her little posse are probably doing the same thing right now. “Should we invite them to help us decorate?” I ask with the straightest face I can possibly muster.
The girls look at each other and at me then back at one another before I start laughing too. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy Deandra, a club girl giving me a mean look. I offer her a smile and she turns away. If that’s how she wants to play it, then she was never my friend anyway.
Melissa, Cocky’s sister, comes downstairs and Sara waves her over at the same time Stephanie calls her over to her table. Melissa stares back and forth between the two tables before finally settling on ours. Smart girl. I haven’t really spoken to her since Cocky returned from a run with her a few weeks ago with her following after him in a beater car and a little boy aged about four in tow.
“CT go down for a nap?” Sara questions.
“I think he and Jimmy wore each other out. Don’t worry though, I’m watching them on my nanny cam app on my phone.” She flashes her phone screen and shows both boys sleeping soundly.
“Thank you for watching him this morning.”
“No problem. He’s so sweet. I miss Jimmy being that size. He’s so wild.” She lets out a sigh and tucks her black hair behind her ears. Her hair is long and curly. Big green eyes accent her heart shaped face.
“So what do you do when you aren’t taking care of Jimmy?” Amber pries.
“I was a dancer.” Her voice comes out low as though she is embarrassed. “But I was going to school to do hair.”
“You can always enroll somewhere here,” I suggest trying to make her feel less awkward.
“Maybe. Right now, I am laying low, hoping Jim doesn’t try to come for Jimmy.”
“With all of our men protecting you, he won’t get near you,” Sara assures her.
The basement door opens, and Uno emerges. I think we all notice that he doesn’t look at his wife, but his gaze is on Melissa as he walks toward the hall to Hades’ office. Amber raises her brows and Harley whispers, “Damn, did you see that?”
Melissa looks around. “See what?”
“The way Uno was looking at you… I don’t condone cheating but Uno damn sure never looks at his wife that way. I don’t think I have ever seen him look at anyone that way.”
“Like what?”
“Like he wants to rock your world,” Sara tells her with a snort.
Melissa stares down the hallway but he’s disappeared. We make small talk about the décor changes I want to make to Ryan’s house and that’s when Amber mentions Mandy, his ex. She was ass buddies with Stephanie, so I never interacted with her much. Bitch had horrible taste though. I shudder thinking about the teal paint in the living room.
“We need to have a paint party,” Harley suggests. “Forget cleaning up the office. You need all the help you can get.” She makes and ew face when I show her a picture of the living room.