Cross My Heart (The Devil's Riders 8.50)

I tried to restrain myself.

I didn’t want to shock the baby sitter by making love to my woman right then and there.

But man, did I wish we had some alone time tonight.

“Let’s stop at the no tell motel,” I whispered into her ear, as I grabbed her ass. She giggled and swatted me, dancing away towards the kitchen.

“Did you see the cooler?” She asked, looking around. “I just packed it.”

“Already in the car,” I said, trying to pull her into my arms again. I didn’t want to think about the worries that were swimming around in the back of my mind. Having her close was reassuring. When Kaylie was there, everything was alright.

Especially when I could touch her glorious body, feel her curves, smell her hair, and kiss her baby soft skin.

“Thank you,” she said primly, before giving me a wide smile. “I have something to tell you.”

My heart started pounding. I knew what it was. At least, I hoped I knew.

“Yes?”

“I was going to wait and make it special…”

I grabbed her hand and threaded my fingers through it.

“This is special. Every day with you is special.”

Her cheeks turned bright pink. I knew she loved hearing how much I adored her. I vowed to tell her even more often.

Honestly, she didn’t know the half of it.

“I love you so goddamn much, woman.”

“I love you, too,” she said shyly. “And we are having another baby.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“You do?”

I smiled and nodded, feeling my heart overflow with love. She was so damned sweet, it drove me wild. I couldn’t help it. I laid one on her. Hard.

Not a sweet, standing in the kitchen with the baby sitter in earshot kiss. A weekend in Vegas, new relationship, head over heels in lust kiss. And boy, was I ever.

She stared at me in awe when I lifted my head.

“So you are happy about the baby? I wasn’t sure…”

She had her doubts too. It was hard to believe, but apparently she had been nervous to tell me the good news. Scratch that. The amazing news.

“Woman, I am over the moon about the baby. I am over the moon about you.”

She sighed and smiled happily. Then she let out a little yip.

“My phone! What if it’s time? We have to go!”

I agreed but couldn’t resist one more quick kiss before letting her go. I loved that she was worried about her friend. I loved that she cared about people. She was a fierce little mama to all the members of the club, but especially our inner circle.

“On it, babe. Don’t forget to bring a jacket. It’s getting nippy,” I said with a wink.

I grabbed my jacket and keys and waited by the door. Part of me wanted to be selfish and take my woman somewhere private for some alone time. But that’s not what was on the agenda for the night.

Donnie needed us. Sally needed us. Jack and Janet needed us. The club needed us, too. Sometimes it felt like the whole damned world needed us.

I was tired suddenly. I felt much older than my years. And in a lot of ways, I was.

But there were perks to responsibility, I thought with a smile. I had a beautiful wife and family. I had my brothers. And I was going to be daddy. Again.

And tonight, God willing, we would welcome a new member to the Sons of Satan club.

I was smiling all the way to the hospital.

CHAPTER TEN

Kirsten

“Hold still!”

“Mom, we don’t have to do this every night.”

“Yes, we do.”

I was using silicone cups to bang on my daughters back, as was our routine. We did this every morning and every night without fail. It helped to keep her lungs clear.

Nothing mattered more.

“We might be gone until morning,” I said, trying not to worry. She looked after the baby all the time. My first born was an excellent big sister and baby sitter. This was nothing new. “But if you need me to come back, I will.”

“Yes, mom. I know. I got this. You won’t have to come back. And tell Sally and Donnie congratulations when the time comes,” she added sweetly.

“That is very thoughtful,” I said, feeling proud of what a wonderful young woman she was becoming. Had always been. And would be for a long time to come, God willing.

Best not to think about that too closely.

“Mom, you know I love Sally. I love all your friends.”

“I know,” I said, finishing up by rubbing some magnesium oil into her back and pulling her pajama top back down. “Okay. In you go,” I said, shooing her into her bed.

She rolled her eyes at me and reached for her phone, a typical teenager, even if she barely qualified. I plucked it away and pulled the covers up tight. I knew she would reach for the ‘glowing rectangle of doom’ as soon as I left the room, but I wanted to at least pretend she wasn’t addicted to the damned thing.