Biker Baby (Kings of Mayhem MC 3)

He smiled, and then his face softened as he wiped my sweaty hair out of my eyes. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you before today. But I love you so much, baby. And I can’t wait to be a family with you and Bump. I don’t want to lose you. I know I should have told you all of this sooner. But I didn’t because I am an idiot, and I didn’t want to crowd you. Christ, Honey. I’m so in love with you. I can’t imagine doing any of this with anyone but you.”

“Really?”

The look of affection on his face left me with no doubt.

“Really,” he assured me.

Another spasm flared in my uterus and I felt our baby stretching me. I winced and gritted my teeth, and with one more push, I felt our baby’s head enter the world.

“We have a head!” Cade cried. “Holy shit!” He looked at me. “Alright, Honey. You’re going to need to push, okay. One big, almighty push and your baby will be here.”

I looked at Caleb and gripped his hand. And summoning up what little strength I had left, I pushed and I pushed, and I screamed and then I pushed some more. And just when I didn’t think I could push anymore, I felt our baby leave my body and slide into Cade’s waiting hands.

Within seconds, our baby’s cry echoed through the car.

“Congratulations, mama. You have a baby girl,” Cade said, wrapping our daughter in a towel and holding her up for Caleb and me to see. He gently placed her on my chest and my arms instantly went around her. Love overcame me then, and all the pain and discomfort was forgotten. The fact that I was lying there in the back seat of an Acura with my legs spread and vagina exposed to the VP of the Kings of Mayhem MC was forgotten.

There was only love.

I looked at Caleb and his face was stiff as he fought his emotions. His eyes welled up. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to my temple. “I love you so much.” And then he leaned down and pressed his lips to his daughter’s forehead. “And I love you, too, my little princess.”

Cade laid the picnic blanket over me so I felt a lot less exposed. “Thank you,” I choked through my tears.

He winked. “My pleasure, sweetheart.”

Caleb gave him a nod. “Thanks, brother.”

Our daughter squirmed against my chest and I realized that I had no idea what to do next.

Thankfully, the ambulance arrived not long after, thanks to the elderly driver calling for help as soon as he could.

Half an hour later, I was in the back of an ambulance with my newborn daughter in my arms. The EMTs cleaned her up and wrapped her in a warm blanket with a soft cotton cap on her little head.

Caleb rode with us. The EMTs took one look at him and quickly gave him some pain relief.

“I have a daughter,” Caleb murmured with disbelief, his eyes fixed firmly on his baby.

His baby.

“Yeah, you have a daughter.” I looked up at him. “How do you feel about that?”

He smiled and nodded. “Think I’ll buy a shotgun.”

CALEB

Twelve Months Later

I didn’t think life could be this way. Well, that’s not exactly true. I knew it could be as blissful as this because of Cade and Indy. They were so in love, and so damn happy, they could convert the biggest cynic.

But me?

Until Honey, I didn’t think I would ever find that girl who could me wake up every day feeling like I had won the fucking lottery, but I had. Every single day I woke up surrounded in the warmth of my beautiful woman, and I would wrap my arms around her and hold her against me, absorbing her into me, losing myself in the scent of her. Some mornings we would just lie there, entwined and wrapped in one another, and I would think how amazing life was with her in it and how magical every moment with her really was.

Other mornings I would be hard as fuck and consumed with a need for her, I would slowly make love to her, savoring her body, relishing in her passionate kisses as I moved in her. There would never be another woman for me. She was it. My goddess. She had given me my daughter, and I couldn’t wait to make her pregnant again. I didn’t care if it was a boy or girl, hell, our girl Ruby was the most beautiful little lady that ever existed. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want a son, and every time I made love to her, I prayed we would be making him.

This morning Honey stirred beneath my touch. Still asleep, her lips parted in a moan as my hand made its way across her flat stomach and slipped between her thighs. With tender fingers I slid into her, slowly working her up, gently rubbing that little nub of nerves that drove her into euphoria whenever I paid it special attention. She shifted slightly, moaning and licking her lips, and I felt her body respond. It was more than I could take. With a growl, I rolled onto her, nestling myself between her strong thighs, dropping my mouth to hers and kissing her. She began to kiss me back, strong, hard, passionately, and she shifted beneath me, her body seeking my cock as I pressed my hips into hers. Unable to hold back any longer, I plunged into her with one long, hard thrust and she opened her eyes with a cry. Internal muscles clenched around me, pulsating around the intrusion, and I swear to God, I was so ready to come I had to do some serious mathematical equations in my head to stop myself from blowing my load.