“Mommy loves it,” Shell responded, shooting for normal.
Bobbing his eyebrows at her, Copper said, “All right, kiddo. Where to first?”
“The slide!” Beth squealed. She launched herself from Copper’s arms and darted toward the spiral slide.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Copper’s arms circled her. Two large hands fisted her ass and hauled her against him. The second her breasts molded to his hard chest, her pussy clenched and flooded. Just like that she was turned on and wishing they were alone.
“Hi,” she whispered back, placing her hands over the flat planes of his pecs.
He bent his head down, hovering millimeters from her lips.
“Missed you today. God, I fucking missed you. Haven’t tasted these lips in over ten hours.”
“Uh huh.” Her head spun as the faint smell of cigars, motor oil, and whatever soap Copper used tickled her nostrils.
“I see I’ve rendered you speechless.” Those were the last words spoken before his mouth crashed against hers, and he not only rendered her speechless, but brainless as well. She loved her daughter above all else, but man, if Beth wasn’t around, Shell would have dropped to her knees right there and made him howl at the wind.
She moaned, and he chuckled against her lips. “Hold that thought, darlin’. Just for a few hours.” Then he winked and took off after her daughter. “Here I come, princess.”
Beth squealed in delight when Copper bounded up the ladder and sat behind her on the spiral slide.
Covering her mouth with her palm, Shell giggled. That slide practically groaned under the weight of her colossal man. The thing probably wasn’t designed for two hundred and fifty pounds of muscled biker. “Here we go! You ready, Mommy?”
“Hold on! Let me get a video of this.”
“Mo-om,” Beth whined. As she dug out her phone, Shell caught her daughter peering up at Copper. “Mommy always wants to take videos of me.”
“Well you’re pretty special,” Copper said. “And Mommy wants to be able to watch all the special things over and over again.”
Hello, pang to the heart.
They sounded like such a real family. And from the outside, they probably appeared that way. Playing at the playground with Copper referring to her as Mommy. Then they’d head to her house where they’d eat the casserole she prepared. Copper would read to Beth because she now refused to be read a story by anyone but him. Then after her daughter drifted off to dreamland, she and Copper would finally get the chance to give in to the desire that grew throughout the day. They’d fall into bed exploring each other for hours then sleep wrapped so tight they were almost one body.
Domestic. Perfect to any outsider gazing in. Too bad it was all a fragile web of deceit. She paused, phone at her hip. If she played her cards wrong, this man could end up in prison for the rest of his life. Rusty would do it. Despite Copper’s love for his brother, Rusty hated him. Maybe hate was too strong a word, but he was so green he’d do anything to have what Copper did. And that was a dangerous thing.
Could she do it? Would she do it? Keep vital information from the club? While she’d go to any lengths to keep Copper out of jail, and had in the past, she wasn’t sure she could continue to lie to him. She’d break. And where would that leave her daughter?
Rusty’s daughter?
Shell shuddered at the thought of that man having a relationship with her daughter.
“Mommy, what’s taking so long?” Beth asked.
“Yeah, Mommy, what’s taking so long?” Copper exaggerated Beth’s whine, making Shell laugh despite her mood.
“Sorry, I’m coming.” She hurried forward until she was at the optimal angle to capture her two loves coming down the slide. “Okay, let ’er rip!”
Beth let out a whoop of excitement as Copper pushed off. They careened through the first loop of the slide then came to a dead stop. “Hey!” Beth said. “What happened?”
Copper wiggled his hips, then frowned. “I’m stuck.” He took his arms from around Beth’s waist. Without him holding her, she coasted the rest of the way down the slide with a “weee.” Hands going to the sides of the slide, Copper tried to push himself forward.
“Damnit, I’m really wedged the fuck in here,” he grumbled.
“Mommy! Copper said fuck!” Beth called as she ran from the bottom of the slide over to Shell. “Mommy, did you hear him?”
But Shell couldn’t drag in enough breath to reply. She was laughing so hard her stomach hurt, and she bent forward.
“What’s wrong with Mommy?” Beth asked. “Her face is all red.”
“I-I’m o-kay,” she said, finally able to suck in a breath. Oh my God, she’d never seen anything so funny in her entire life as the giant badass MC president wedged into a child’s spiral slide.
“You fucking laughing at me, woman?” Copper growled as he shimmied an inch at a time further down the slide.