Seductive (Diamondback MC Second Generation 2)

“You get used to it. Plus, tell me you wouldn’t mind giving him a boy, too. I mean, we for sure won’t be getting pregnant again this time around. I’m done, like so done, I booked Ryder an appointment for a vasectomy, and while I was spread open on the table, the doctor tied my tubes. There’s no whoopsies happening here.” She laughs but then holds her belly because she’s still hurting.

“That was genius. Look at you teaching me all the ways. I guess I better let Hawk have his turn with Emory. He’s giving me the evil eye.” Just as I’m about to stand up to bring the precious little bundle of joy to her dad, Jackson steps into the room. I was able to leave work when Lavender called, telling me her water broke and to get my ass to the hospital. Just because I wasn’t in the room when she was in labor didn’t mean I wasn’t the one pacing the halls along with Lavender and Hawk’s parents.

“Good, it’s my turn.” Jackson swoops Emory into his arms like he’s done it a million times before. My ovaries are literally on overload, and I swear if I weren’t already pregnant, that sight alone would have me there in a New York minute.

“Wow, I don’t even get a hello. I can tell I’m going to be chopped liver once our peanut is born.” No, we still don’t have a name picked out. That’s because Jackson is hell bent on a name as simple as Karen, whereas I’m the type who wants something unique. Plus, I also want to see what our little girl looks like before we’re locked on a name.

“Hey, baby doll.” Jackson glances up at me, giving me a small smile, but then goes back to looking at Emory.

“Thanks for comin’, brother.” Hawk walks up to where Jackson sits at the foot of Lavender’s bed. I roll my eyes because I would have gotten up from the chair, but it wasn’t a fight that I really wanted to have either.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Congrats, Lavender, Hawk.” Jackson holds her for a few more minutes until she starts getting fussy. That’s when Papa Bear Hawk arrives, diving in, picking his little girl up in his arms. That’s also our cue to leave. I’m sure Emory is ready to eat, and Lavender doesn’t need an audience for that to happen.

“Love you, Lavender. I’ll come by tomorrow if you aren’t discharged.” I squeeze her hand. Jackson gets the memo that I’m about to stand because there he appears, ready and able to help me out of my chair. Did I mention I feel like a beached whale?

“Later, guys,” Jackson says. They murmur something but are already in feeding Emory mode, so we make ourselves scarce.

“Are you ready?” Jackson asks.

“More than ready,” I reply, so completely happy and content, knowing even though we’ve had more than our fair share of bumps in the road, our love is unbreakable and the only way from here is up.

EPILOGUE

ROCKET

ONE YEAR LATER

“Holy fuck.” The words leave my mouth in a rush when I walk into the garage and see Sailor laid out, tits unbound, nothin’ but lush curves and smooth skin the whole length of my bike. Thank fuck we moved into our own place on a small plot of land on the outskirts of the club, because if one of my brothers walked in to the sight before my eyes, I’d have lost my fuckin’ mind.

“Jackson.” Her arms are raised above her head, legs spread on either side of the bike with enough room for me to take my seat and have her cunt right where my dick can thrust inside her.

“Baby doll, am I missin’ somethin’? I know it’s not my birthday, and it damn sure isn’t our anniversary.” The green emerald in a halo cut is the only thing on her body.

“Yes, tonight is the first night Joni is spending the night with your parents, and we can be as loud as possible.” I make my way towards her, laying my cut on the workbench, steppin’ out of my boots, and pressin’ the garage door button to close the door, worryin’ someone will find a way to ruin our night alone.

“That so? You mean I have you all night, neither of us have work tomorrow or club shit to do? So I can take my wife all night long, maybe plant another baby inside her?” I arch my eyebrow seeing the effect it has on Sailor as she does a full-body shiver. When she told me Joni might be our only one, I was okay with it, though I sure enough was hoping she changed her mind. Which she has. It took some smooth-talkin’ on my part and a whole lot of soul searchin’ on hers, but she came to me last week and said she’s ready to try for one more. That being said, I know this will be our last baby, which is something I’m definitely okay with, too.