Blood & Bones: Cage (Blood Fury MC 5)

She arched one dark eyebrow at him, but with only a twist to her lips, squatted at his feet and snugly laced up his boots.

The sight of her almost on her knees before him made him grin but he quickly hid it as she rose back to a stand.

“Anything else I can help you with?”

He bit back a snort because he actually had a nice little list of things she could help him with, but he doubted that was what she meant. “Nope.”

She took a step back. “Where are her onesies, diapers and the rest?”

“On the shelves in the laundry room like you suggested.”

She nodded, a pleased look on her face. Probably because he’d taken her suggestion. But it had been a good one and he would’ve been stupid not to consider it.

Now he just needed to get some sort of changing table in there. As well as a crib for Dyna to sleep in.

Fuck.

He needed to figure out how to get those things for free or at least as cheaply as possible.

Or he could sell his perfectly restored Impala convertible, buy a practical car and the shit he needed for his kid.

He grimaced. Even if he did that, it would take a while to find the right buyer for the right money, and he needed shit before then.

But still...

No, he couldn’t get rid of his baby. Giving up his classic Chevy would almost be as bad as if he had given up Dyna for adoption. It was his. And he’d restored it from the frame up himself.

He didn’t have much but he had his daughter, his car and his sled.

And right now, a roof over their heads.

The rest he’d figure out. He’d get whatever she needed, even if it meant selling sperm or plasma.

Both their heads turned toward the blanket in the living room when the baby made a squeak.

“Someone’s awake.”

Cage watched Jemma move into the living room and held his breath as she bent over to pick up Dyna. Not only did he get a good look at her long bare legs, but he had an unobstructed view of her ass covered in pink cotton.

He groaned softly. Her ass was sweet perfection. Fuck him.

She turned with Dyna in her arms and holding the baby pressed the soft cotton of that tee to her unrestrained tits underneath it.

Dyna began rooting against those luscious tits with her face. He almost groaned again. Yeah, kid, I’d like to suck on those, too. If he tried, he might get a fist to the face and his nose still had a way to go to heal.

He needed to get the hell out of this trailer before his hard-on got any bigger and became obvious. “Gotta go or I’m never gonna pay off my debt to Dutch.”

She carried Dyna into the kitchen and grabbed the container of formula that was sitting out on the counter. That shit was expensive as fuck, too. No wonder women breastfed. It had to save them a fortune.

“You’d think him being her grandfather, he’d be in no rush to be paid back.”

“Then you don’t know Dutch.” He filled one of the empty baby bottles with the right amount of bottled spring water, took the scoop of formula from her fingers, dumped it in, and handed the scoop back to her. She sealed the can back up as he tightened the nipple onto the bottle and shook it enough to mix it. He ran it under the hot tap for a few seconds to warm the formula up just to the right temp, then handed it to Jemma.

He could now make formula in his sleep. In fact, he might have actually done it while sleeping a couple times. Not only were babies expensive, they were fucking exhausting.

But now he was just as much an expert at mixing baby formula as he was rebuilding a Holley two-barrel carburetor.

“He’s payin’ for this place,” he reminded Jemma as he stepped even closer.

Her green eyes lifted to his and he stared down at her for a couple of heartbeats.

A flush rushed up her throat when he reached toward her. He was tempted to touch her lips, which were parted slightly, but instead he did what he originally intended. He brushed his fingers over Dyna’s sparse soft dark hair.

Jemma’s breath ruffled his own hair as he leaned closer to give his daughter a kiss. “Bye, monkey,” he whispered, only a couple inches from the baby’s face. Dyna’s eyes were glued to him and she was no longer fussing for her bottle.

It wasn’t just Dyna watching him.

Jemma had gone completely still. Like she was afraid to move. Cage noticed goosebumps had broken out over Jemma’s skin and her nipples pebbled under the thin cotton.

He didn’t pull away, but hesitated there, near her neck, and he took a slow, deep inhale. When he exhaled just as slowly, he let it sweep over her skin.