Claiming the Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 9)
July
“Have you guys agreed on a name?” Hazel questions as she flops down in the chair next to mine.
“Nope.” I rub my ever-growing belly as my baby kicks.
“If it’s a girl I think Wylla is a perfect choice.” My bestie drops her ass in the chair next to mine as Mila stumbles through the sprinklers with Jasper and Conner with Jules watching over them. Milo is in a playpen with Pam’s daughter Gracie.
“As if. If it’s a girl, she’s naming her Hazel, after me.”
My two best friends bicker back and forth giving each other shit about who has the superior name. I hate to break it to them, but Torsten swears we are having a boy.
Alexa comes toward us pushing the twins, Jovie and Jarod in their stroller.
Bianca and Sandman are off in a corner arguing over something. Probably the fact that asshole still hasn’t proposed to her. He’s crazy about her so I don’t get it. Viking didn’t even ask. I woke up one morning to him shoving a ring on my finger and basically telling me that we were getting married and that same day we had our marriage license and Holy did a quickie ceremony here at the clubhouse. My mother wasn’t very happy with me, but you kinda don’t tell a man like Viking no.
He comes over and kisses my temple then plants one on my belly. “You okay? Not getting too hot? Did you put sunscreen on? Need anything to eat or drink?” he doesn’t even give me time to answer as he keeps firing off questions and looking me over.
He’s been extra protective with me which I understand considering how we lost our first child under horrible circumstances. But the baby is good. My pregnancy is going better this time around.
“She’s fine. Sheesh,” Pam snaps at him.
“I think you need to go in out of the sun and get in the AC.” He take both my hands, forcing me up out of my seat. “Looks like you need a nap, princess.”
“Later, ladies.” I give them a wave as my man leads me away. I’m not about to argue with him. I know nap is code for he wants me.
He takes me to his room and gently eases me onto the bed.
“Lay back and spread for me.”
I do as I’m told, and he goes to his knees, lifting the skirt of my dress up, and hooking my panties to the side to devour my pussy. I grab the back of his head and enjoy riding his tongue and fingers knowing that while this may not be a classic fairytale ending it’s the one I want.