Bloodlines: Sin City Outlaws (Book #5)

by Forgy, M. N.

  I Follow Zeek away from the crowd, and he glances down at Catori, rubbing the scruff on his cheeks.

  “So you claimed Simone as your ol’ lady, huh?” He doesn’t sound surprised, or the least bit worried.

  Switching the car seat into the other palm, I nod. I claimed Simone before I knew it was Gatz’s child, and I regret nothing.

  “You need to keep her up in that suite until we find Veer, brother. Especially now that there’s documentation of her giving birth here in the state,” he says, watching the women go inside the club.

  “Well, get me a good fucking prospect to keep guard at the door,” my tone dry.

  Zeek’s eyes snap to mine. “I’m trying.”

  “What about Bishop? He’s ready!” I encourage. The kid is bred for this kinda shit.

  Zeek rubs at his chin, annoyed with my persistence. “You know the women want him to get his GED. Not many of us Outlaws can say we’ve finished high school.”

  I give Zeek a knowing look. It would be good for Bishop, the best gift we can give a brother.

  “Go get your chick and go rest,” Zeek nods. “I’ll take care of the giddy fucking women with their ovaries about to combust.” He shakes his head, and I can’t help but laugh.

  Stepping into the club, it looks like a fucking she-shed. There’s pink ribbon, and pink balloons, and just fucking pink everywhere. I find Simone, sitting on a stool and unwrapping a stroller. I can tell she’s in pain but trying to mask it for everyone else’s sake.

  “You guys, this is too much. Thank you!” She smiles up at everyone, her face glowing. She’s unwrapped a few gifts since I’ve been outside. A crib, some clothes, diapers, and formula.

  The club really came together for her, for us.

  Simone’s face creases and her hand rests on her stomach. She’s really starting to hurt. I shove through the group of women, and to her side.

  “Okay, Simone needs to rest you guys. We can bring up whatever you want later, but she needs her pain meds, and Catori needs a diaper change I’m sure,” I interrupt.

  Raven rolls her eyes, resting her elbow on the back of the bar.

  “You going from changing oil to changing diapers there, Mac?” She busts my balls. I flip her off and help Simone up from the stool.

  “Oh, I’m fine.” Simone acts coy, but the way she’s gripping my hand, I can tell she’s grateful I intervened.

  Machete and Zeek following us up, but Simone starts to slow down, her pain level escalating. With hesitation, I hand Catori to Machete. “Don’t you dare hand her to anyone else!” I demand.

  “You better watch your threats, brother,” Machete scowls. Glancing down at Catori, his face softens, eyes widening as he takes the car seat, fear dilating his pupils. He has a kid, but not this small, he missed out on the newborn state with his son.

  Positioning my arms carefully behind Simone, I pick her up. She doesn’t even resist, she wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. She’s exhausted, and in pain. I wish I could take it all away so she could enjoy Catori.

  “I got you,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.

  Finally, in the suite, I take her to my room. Fuck that sleeping in separate bedrooms shit. I place her pain pills on the side table and fill a glass with tap water.

  Grabbing the bottle, she takes a pill out and takes it quickly.

  “Rest, I got Catori,” I tell her.

  “Mac, no. You’ve done too much.” She tries to sit up to argue, but it’s not up for debate.

  “I got this, sleep now. ‘Cause we might have to take shifts if she wakes up tonight,” I explain. I’m tired as fuck and will be needing to crash at some point. Seeming satisfied with taking turns, she lays back down. Pulling the blankets over her, I leave the room and shut the door.

  I feel different. Caring so much for her and the baby comes so natural but how? Looking at the floor, I bite my lip.

  “You all right, brother?” Zeek asks, breaking my dissecting of this emotion rolling through me.

  “Why did you give me the job to protect Simone?” I can’t help but ask. He knows my back history, he knows how my mother died.

  He fucking smirks, resting his hand on the counter. “’Cause, we all broke to a woman better than us, it was your turn.”

  My eyes widen, so many questions and words on the tip of my tongue. Machete laughs like a fucking idiot and hands Catori to me before he follows Zeek out of the suite.

  Sighing, I look to the baby, who’s looking up at me with doe eyes.

  “Do you like sandwiches? I feel like I need a sandwich, or I might kill a brother,” I tell her.

  27

  Simone

  Waking up groggy as hell, I find Mac beside me spread out on the bed passed out. Rolling over on my side, I find his hand gripping a white baby monitor tightly. He’s lying on his back his bare tattooed chest facing upward, and his dark-colored sweats hung down low outlining his cock. He must not be wearing any underwear the way the material outlines it so perfectly.

  Mac Daddy is amazing. He’s done so much for me, and I feel like I’ve done nothing.

  Biting my lip as I contemplate how I can pay him back, I run the pad of my finger over the blue vein lacing down his hip. All men love blowjobs, right? I’ve never given one, and I might suck at it, but I’m willing to try for him. His pants slowly begin to rise as I trace his veins ever so slowly, it excites me to know my touch affects him. Shoving my hand down his pants, I pull his fully erect cock free from his boxers. The barbell pierced through his head shimmers from the moonlight coming through the window. Man, he’s so big and thick, it makes my mouth water just looking at it.

  My eyes slide up his hips finding him still asleep. Lowering my head, I flick the head of his length with my tongue, then slide it along the shaft. He tastes of salt and musk filling my mouth. He stirs, and I take the plunge - I shove as much of his hard, throbbing cock into my mouth as I can. His barbell hitting the roof of my mouth, I gag but don’t stop.

  A feral growl vibrates his chest, his fingers tightening into my tangled hair with excitement.

  “Fuck yes.” He thrusts his hips upward, the thick head gagging the shit out of me. Sheathing my teeth with my lips, I suck and bob, and suck and bob. The soft velvety skin of his cock sliding in and out between my lips with ease. His body tenses and rises off the bed. Having him come undone with the power of my mouth is a rush I’ve never had.

  “Oh my God, Simone. Just like that,” he whispers huskily. His fingers in my hair lifting and lowering my mouth just how he likes it.

  My nipples ache, demanding to be freed from this heavy shirt and my clit throbs for rough attention.

  As if he reads my mind, he slips his hand under my shirt and tweaks my budded nipple. Soft moans ripple through my swollen lips as I close my eyes and suck him like he’s the best popsicle earth has to offer.

  “Flip, flip!” Mac warns. Before I can let his length leave my mouth, he has me on my back, shirt raised above my heavy tits, and is spraying white beads of cum all over my chest. It’s warm, and silky and covers the mounds of my chest like icing.

  Hair in his face, mouth lax, and eyes dark and hooded, he looks at me in silence. Brushing the hair from his face, I smirk. Happy I can please my man.

  “My turn,” he breathes heavily. My eyes widen in panic. I have a pad the size of a man diaper on, he can’t go down there.

  “I- wait!” I try and stop him, my struggle making my incision burn. “The doctor said at least four weeks!” I remind him.

  “I’m not going to fuck you, not yet anyway.” He winks, and my stomach knots. He’s going to run for the hills when he sees what’s hidden in these panties.

  He shimmies down my underwear, and I smack my face with my hand. I bet I’m covered in blood. My bloody pad the sexiest thing he’s seen, I’m sure.

  “I don’t need a turn, I’m fine,” I assure him.

  “Look at that clit, swollen and ready for only me.” The admiration in his tone
has me drop my hand and look at him with awe. This man is surprising me every day, how is he not grossed out?

  Looking down at myself, I notice there’s no blood on me, thank God.

  Sticking his thumb in his mouth, he sucks on it hard. Dark dominating eyes pinning me where I lay.

  A Cheshire Cat grin spreads across his sleepy face, and his dexterous finger swirls my clit into a bundle of stars and pressure. My fingers claw at the sheets, my mouth parting with how fast the pleasure was brought upon. God yes, I needed him to touch me. Clenching, and holding my breath I try to keep myself together, so I don’t wake the baby.

  “Let it out, I want to hear you moan. I want the fucking neighbors to know my goddamn name!” he bites his bottom lip. My body feels like it’s teetering on the side of a cliff, pleasure and satisfaction just beyond the ledge. Warm fingers pinch my left nipple causing a spark of pain to ricochet down my torso. Taking the jump, I free fall over the side of the cliff and exhale a loud, blissful moan. “Rhett!!!”

  His finger releases my clit, and goosebumps rise up my back. Opening my eyes, I take a deep breath, shifting my body into the soft mattress.

  The tingles subside, and I’m brought back down to earth and reality. My feet landing softly on the ground as Mac pulls my panties back up.

  His eyes narrow in on me with an unreadable look. I hold my breath curious if I did something wrong. Was I too loud?

  “You said my real name.” I can’t tell if he’s mad or if he liked it, though. I couldn’t help saying it, it was the first thing that came to mind when I was in the moment.

  “Does that bother you?”

  A panty melting grin spreads across his face. “You make it sound strong and sexy. Say it again.” A quick lift of his chin encourages me to do exactly what he asks.

  “Rhett,” spills from my swollen lips, flirtation coloring my voice.

  He nods approvingly. “I’d kill a man for saying my name before as my past of being bullied in school turned it into something ugly. But when you say it… all I can think about is you saying it again.” His brows pinch together like he can’t make sense of the situation.

  “It’s a name reborn,” I laugh. I think we both have been reborn, and we owe it all to Catori.

  “How are you feeling?” He changes the subject, lying next to me. I snuggle up next to him, the feel of his sweaty hard body next to mine making me sleepy again.

  “Mmm, I’m good now,” I reply in a daze. My body suppressing its pain and living in the moment of heavenly bliss. We both close our eyes, and Mac throws his arm over me, pulling me even closer. My cheeks ache from smiling so hard. I’ve been through hell to get here, but it was all fucking worth it.

  The baby monitor suddenly crackles, and the sound of soft cries echoes through the room. My eyes pop open, and I sigh loudly.

  “I’ll get her,” I state, sitting up.

  “No, I got her, go clean yourself up, and I’ll make a bottle.” He slips out of the bed, pulling his pants up and I grab his wrist before he can leave me.

  “Do you believe in fate?”

  He gives me an unreadable look, so I feel the need to explain myself more. “I’ve been through the darkest streets, did business with the worst kind of people, and talked the language of the sinners, but in the end… I think it was to end up here with you. Does that make sense?”

  He nods, his hand interlocking with mine.

  “Fate may predict the future, but it’s how we play the cards that we’re dealt that makes the difference.” Letting go of my hand, he takes a step backward. “I wouldn’t go thanking fate for me in your life just yet, Simone. I’m sure to fuck this up, that’s what I do to things that are too good in my life.”

  I blink, the thought of losing him scary.

  His lips press into a fine line, an arrogant look fitting his face. “But, I’m the best card player I know, so I’m giving the deck I was handed hell before I let go of my girls.”

  “I know you will,” I smile deeply.

  He steps out of the room to make a bottle, and I’m left staring at the back of the bedroom door.

  That’s the one major thing Mac and I have in common.

  We fuck everything up. I mean, that’s what led us to the here and now.

  Because I fucked everything up, trying to fix everything.

  I just hope the never-ending fall of dominos have run its course and I can be happy now.

  28

  One Week Later

  Mac

  “Oh my God, it’s yellow. Is it supposed to be yellow?” My nose scrunches up while I stare at Catori’s diaper. Maybe we should Google it, but the last time Simone Googled something we were running to the emergency room for nothing but a clogged nose. They gave us this blue sucker thing and sent us on our way.

  Catori continues to cry hysterically, hating having her diaper changed and I get anxious. I hate hearing her cry, it makes me so upset knowing she’s upset.

  “Hang on, I’m getting the bottle from the steamer and I’ll look.” Simone turns from the counter with the bottle in her hand. “Fuck that’s hot!” Her face contorts in pain, and she drops the bottle, causing milk to explode all over the floor and counter.

  Jumping up from the floor, I race to Simone to check on her. Before I can reach her, my bare feet slip in the milk. Just as I’m about to wipe out, Simone grabs onto my arm to keep me from falling and we both fall together in warm spilled milk.

  She looks at me, and I look at her as Catori continues to scream her heart out.

  “Did you burn it badly?” Reaching for her hand, I flip it over and inspect her red palm. I knew I should have made one with a cooling system for the outside of the bottle. These store-bought ones suck.

  Simone’s eyes begin to water with tears, this last week has been fucking brutal. We’ve had little to no sleep, hardly any time together, and I don’t know when the last time I showered was. Being a parent is not fucking easy. Those books lie out of their ass saying it’s easy with just a few steps to make a child stop crying.

  Scooting closer to Simone, I wrap my arms around her, milk dripping from my hand onto her hair. We’re a mess.

  “We’re going to need a shower,” she laughs, leaning into me.

  “You should see Catori, she has crap all over her back. We all need showers.” I grin. Maybe we’re all messes.

  “Why don’t you go for a ride and take a break, babe.”

  Angry, I fist her by the chin making her look directly at me. My eyes narrowed in at her glossy browns.

  “I signed up for this shit, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m her dad, and I’m not going to run out when it gets tough.” Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine, fighting tears. I claimed Simone and am not running out on her just because our baby might have colic, or I haven’t gotten to ride my motorcycle for a week. That last one is killing me though.

  “You’re too good to us,” she pouts, grabbing my hand. I scoff in response. I need to find Veer so I can truly be the dad I never had. I want to get us a place with a big yard that Catori can play in with an ugly ass dog of some kind.

  “Why don’t we do a date night?” I suggest before really thinking what the fuck I just offered. I’ve never done a date, what the fuck do I know about being romantic. Her face drops, her head shaking.

  “I can’t leave Catori—” I slap my hand over her mouth, her interrupting irritating me.

  “I’ll go out and get Chinese, we can chill on the couch, maybe light some candles and shit.” I shrug, trying to do the best I can, given my limited resources.

  “I know it’s not really a date…” I start backpedaling. She hates it, why did I offer this?

  Her milk spotted hand reaches for mine, pulling it free from her face revealing a smile.

  “I’d like that. I don’t know when I had a full dinner last.” She looks to the floor, and relief causes my tense shoulders to relax.

  “You can ride your bike to get dinner too,” she points out. I nod, a big gri
n on my face now. Fuck yes! Maybe I’ll have Machete roll with me, get some brother time in before baby language becomes my first tongue.

  “Do you hear that?” Simone looks at me with wide eyes. I listen but hear nothing.

  “She stopped crying,” I reply with wide eyes.

  We both stand, and find Catori playing with her poopy diaper, it’s all in her hair and face.

  We both sigh, Simone sinking onto the counter with exhaustion.

  “Rock, paper, scissors?” I suggest. Simone laughs and readies her hand for the ultimate challenge. This game is something we both have relied on when it comes to Catori and her diapers, and puke.

  “Rock, paper, scissors.” I slap down a rock, and she plops down a pair of scissors.

  “YES!” I hiss, my hands in the air like I just won a championship game.