by Joanna Blake
Her eyes widened and she sat up, shoving me off her. I was caught between a moan and a laugh as my plans to take her again were interrupted. She grabbed the test and stared at it.
“Oh my God!”
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back to the pillows.
“We’ll get a doctor appointment tomorrow. Just relax and let Daddy take care of you tonight.” I smiled. “I’ll always take care of you.”
She slid her arms around my neck and wrapped one thigh over my hip in a blatant invitation.
“Alright, it’s a deal. As long as…”
“What is it love?” I kissed her neck. “Anything you want.”
“Stop calling yourself ‘Daddy!’”
My laugh turned into a moan as my cock slipped just inside her. She was so wet and ready. And I was always ready.
We spent the weekend making love and napping. We made a list of doctors to call come Monday and even walked to a bookstore in town and bought a baby book.
It was the best weekend of my life.
And I knew it was just the start of it.
Yeah, I was one hell of a lucky bastard.
Seven and a Half Months Later
Conner
I paced back and forth, running my hands through my hair. My angel was in labor and I was about to lose my ever-lovin’ mind. The nurse was examining her, telling her it would be time soon.
Cass was fully dilated. I could hardly believe it. My wife was having our baby!
One of many, I hoped. I wanted a whole house full of adorable little Cassies and Connors. The more the merrier. I just hadn’t told her that yet.
I knew she wanted to get through college first.
What a difference a year could bring. A year ago, I was alone and bitter. I had no love in my life, other than my mother and sister. I knew I’d been lucky to have Sheil and some of the guys too.
But I held everyone at bay. I shut them out. Without Danny, life had lost its luster.
I was still tracking his killer. All signs pointed to the Hell Raisers and not the Untouchables, thank God.
I think my wife would have my head if I messed with her extended family. Who were now my extended family too. I was starting to get used to them, in small doses. I even rode my vintage Indian with Mase now and then.
Wasn’t that a kick in the pants?
She let out a groan and I raced across the room, taking her hand in mine.
“Are you okay?” She nodded and smiled weakly. I squeezed her hand and kissed the back of it. “I wish I could do this part for you sweetheart.”
She laughed and then grimaced, as another contraction came on suddenly.
“I wish you could too.”
I kissed her as the doctor came in. Everyone went into motion suddenly, the room a hive of activity. I held her hand as she pushed when told to, and helped her do her breathing exercises in between.
She stared at me between contractions, those bright blue piercing right through to my soul. I stood there, hiding my fear. I had to be strong for her, even if I was crying inside.
My angel had a way of bringing out the best in me. She didn’t have to nag or wheedle. I just wanted to please her.
And I didn’t mind impressing her now and then too.
It might make some men feel weak to know that they had a very visible chink in their armor. But it made me feel strong. I only had one real weakness, and that was her.
And whoever we were about to meet.
We had decided not to find out the sex in advance, decorating the nursery at the cabin in soft green and cream. Everything was ready for him or her. Cass was the one who had to do the hard part now.
Hours passed and Cassie started to lose her strength. The doctors told me not to worry, but I saw them exchange glances. I pulled them out into the hallway, hating leaving her for even a second.
“Is something wrong?”
“The baby is doing well, but Cassie’s blood pressure is low. We need to get food and fluids into her.”
She wrinkled her nose and moaned as another contraction hit. I ran back into the room. I knew the last thing she wanted was to eat. But she nodded when I told her.
I helped her sit up and fed her a couple of greasy fries and some juice. She loved fast food so getting the first few fries down was not hard. The salt was good for her too.
She waved me off after a few bites though. We sat there, waiting. When the next contraction hit she pushed. The doctor guided the baby out a few minutes later and we all heaved a sigh of relief. They cleaned the baby up and handed her to me.
We had a beautiful, perfect baby girl. I was filled with such pride, I could hardly believe what we had done. Together.
I carried her over to Cassie and froze, panic freezing me to the spot.
My angel was unconscious.
Cassandra
I moaned, trying to get away from the light. It was too bright, and hurting my eyes. I was cold and uncomfortable. And it hurt like the devil between my legs.
“Cassie, can you hear me? Mrs. DeWitt!”
I opened my eyes and blinked. A doctor was leaning over me, shining a flashlight into my eyes. Connor stood off to the side, his eyes glued to my face.
Connor looked like he’d seen a ghost. The man was white.
“Pupillary response looks good. We’re going to need to keep her here a few days. Stabilize that BP.”
Connor stared at me, his eyes full of pain. I’d never seen him look so afraid.
“Conn?”
“It’s okay sweetie. You’re okay.”
“Where’s the baby? Is it-“
“She’s okay. Our beautiful daughter is fine.”
The nurse came over and showed me our child. I lit up, my smile beaming as I reached for her. I still felt weak so Conn helped me support her in my arms.
“She’s so beautiful.”
He kissed my cheek.
“Just like her mama.”
We sat there for the longest time before they came to take me for some tests. I was so tired, I kept falling asleep. Every time I woke up, though, Conn was by my side.
“Let me see her.”
I sat up, realizing I must have passed out again. Mason stood in the doorway, looking livid. Conn was blocking his path, telling him it wasn’t a good time.
“Let him in.”
Mase strode across the room to loom over me. He squinted his eyes at me, looking me up and down.
“You okay, kid?”
“They said she’s fine. They said it’s-“
Mase turned and pointed his finger at Conn.
“You shut up. This is all your fault.” He turned back to me. “That bad man shouldn’t have done this to you.”
I laughed. Mason never let Connor live it down that he’d knocked me up so soon in our relationship.
“I was a willing participant.”
“I know, kid.” He winked at me. “Where’s the spawn?”
Conn asked a nurse to bring the baby back in. We’d named her Daniella, after Conn’s partner. It had been my idea, and Conn’s gorgeous eyes had made water when I brought it up.
The man had legit cried.
It was so sweet I swear I fell in love with Connor him all over again.
“This is Daniella. Daniella, this is your uncle Mason.”
I handed the baby to Mason and he took her, holding her in his massive leather clad arms. He bounced her very softly, like she was the most precious thing in the world.
And to the three people in this room, plus a handful of others, she was.
“I was hoping you’d be her Godfather.”
Mase stared at me, then back at our little girl. Conn shook his head and rolled his eyes. This part he hadn’t argued with.
Even though I was pretty sure he’d wanted to.
Mase cleared his throat.
“You sure, kid? You know what kind of guy I am.”
“Yeah.” I smiled and reached out to put my hand on his leather clad arm. “The be
st guy.”
Conn cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes.
“One of the two best guys.” I clarified. My husband smiled goofily at me. He needed to hear how much I loved him as often as possible. I never minded telling him.
Mase laughed and put his big hand under Daniella’s tiny feet.
“It would be my honor.”
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Other works by Joanna Blake:
Wanted By The Devil (Devil's Riders MC Club)
Still Waters (Devil's Riders MC Club)
Safe In His Arms (Devil's Riders MC Club)
Devil's Riders: Before You (A short prequel to the Devil's Rider's Trilogy)
Slay Me (Rock Gods)
Dare Me (Rock Gods)
Cover Me (Rock Gods)
BRO'
A Bad Boy For Summer
PLAYER
PUSH
GRIND (Man Candy Trilogy Book One)
HEAT (Man Candy Trilogy Book Two)
DEEP (Man Candy Trilogy Book Three with extended epilogues)
Go Long
Go Big
Cockpit
Hot Shot
Stud Farm (The Complete Delancey Brothers Collection)
Torpedo
COMING SOON: The Continuation of Mason and Cain’s stories in The Untouchable’s Trilogy
Turn the page for excerpts from Joanna Blake's Cockpit, GRIND, BRO' and A Bad Boy For Summer.
Cockpit
I rubbed my cheek where she'd slapped it, admiring the way she looked in those tight jeans of hers as she stomped off. She was a redhead alright. Only a russet haired woman would slap a man after kissing the hell out of him.
And Jenny was one hell of a kisser.
I took my time coming back in. Not because I was worried she'd slap me again. I was just deep in thought.
Mostly thinking about gettin' deep in her.
I sat down and ordered a watered down pitcher of beer. I had a long night ahead of me. I had someone to walk home.
Jenny scowled at me while she took my order, and scowled when she watched the other bartender bring it back. She scowled when she brought me a basket of fries.
The woman basically scowled up and down the whole night.
I sat back and waited for her shift to end, enjoying the memory of the way her luscious body had melted against me. It was getting close to time when she asked me if I wanted anything else. I took my time, staring up and down her body.
"Oh yeah honey, I can think of a lot of things."
"I'm not a piece of meat, Jagger!"
"No, you're definitely not a piece of meat. But you do look tender."
Jenny threw my check at me and turned tail to see to her other tables. I made my last beer count, sipping it slow as molasses until I was the last guy in the place. She started getting ready to close up. She 'accidentally' mopped right over my boots.
I smiled and stood up, throwing a fifty-dollar tip on the table. Her eyes widened. She stared at me as I walked out of the bar.
'Course I was waiting out front for her when she came out fifteen minutes later.
She stared at me. I stared at her. Then she walked up to me and tossed that fifty-dollar bill in my face.
"I'm not for sale you sonofabitch!"
I looked right at her. She was angry. But she had mistaken my meaning.
"I didn't say you were."
"Then what are you doing tipping like that?"
"I took up a seat in your section all night. Seemed fair."
She stared at me belligerently.
"Well, I'm not taking it."
"How about a twenty?"
"What are you, a cash machine?"
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Her glorious, perfect, mind-bending chest. I pulled out a ten and a five.
"Fifteen?"
She yanked the money out of my hand so fast I got rug burn. Then she stomped off. The woman had a pair of legs on her. And she made good use of them.
I was whistling as I followed her back towards the base.
Grind
Something wet slid against my ear. I brushed it away, still half asleep. It grazed my skin again and I rolled away from it. I tried to wipe it off on the pillow beneath my head, grimacing at the slimy sensation. Now I was awake and I didn't want to be.
Damn.
I opened my eyes to see a woman bending over me. Her long blond hair brushed my face. I turned my head away.
"Cut it out."
She sat up, glaring at me.
"You didn't seem to mind last night."
Normally, I would have soothed her. Called her by name. Trouble is, I had no fucking clue who the hell she was.
I looked around.
I had no idea where I was either.
"Fuck me."
She grinned at me, tossing that long bleached hair over her shoulder.
"I already did."
Belatedly I noticed that she was wearing some serious lingerie. Black and cream lace. It matched her bedroom. Her very expensive looking bedroom.
I was swimming in a sea of neutral toned sheets and blankets. Silk probably. Expensive, definitely.
"I'd like to again."
I shook my head.
"Sorry babe, I gotta go."
She pouted. I rolled out of bed, looking for my clothes.
"Oh come on... Didn't we have fun together last night?"
I smiled and nodded. It's not that she was bad looking, even if she was at least a decade older than me. It was hard to tell with these rich older broads. She was toned, buffed and polished to a high shine.
Well preserved didn't even begin to cover it.
Yeah, she was hot. Not just for a cougar. But I wasn't in the mood. I didn't usually go for seconds anyway.
Hell. I never did.
Hit it and quit it was my motto. It served me well. I didn't want any entanglements and I doubted I ever would.
I looked at her, giving my best impersonation of someone who gave a shit.
"Where are my clothes?"
She smiled back and shrugged.
"I really couldn't say."
Fucking hell.
"That's great. Just great."
I looked around the room, lifting cushions and opening drawers. Nada. On the bedside table were my keys, wallet and phone. I scooped them up, thanking God for small favors.
"Have a nice day, Ma'am."
"Wait- you aren't leaving like that!"
I coyly waved bye bye to her and left. I jogged through her palatial house in the buff. The marble floors were cool under my feet. The place screamed mega bucks. But not in a tacky way. It was tastefully done, just like the lady herself.
She was chasing me through the house, becoming less composed by the second.
"Seriously, you can't! What will the neighbors think?"
I stopped at the front door of her mansion, glancing back over my shoulder.
"Y
ou should have thought of that before you hid my shit."
She screamed in frustration and threw a vase at me. I heard it shatter against the door as I closed it behind me. Just in the nick of time.
"Damn. That would have left a mark."
I made a call as I strolled down her manicured driveway to the gate.
"Joss, can you pick me up? I need a ride."
I leaned against the wrought iron gate and waved at a neighbor who was walking their dog.
"Take your time."
Bro’
Not one for slacking I started my first full day home with a match against the club pro Matt. It cost extra to play with him but I didn't care. He was an amazing player and gave as good as he got. And for some reason, he considered me a friend.
Probably because most of the people who hired him were bored housewives hoping to get into his pants.
I'd noticed the cougar crowd dropping me hints the past few years as well. And now that I was 21... well maybe I'd take one of them up on it. At least I could be sure an older woman would know what she was doing.
I was dripping with sweat by the time we were done. I wasn't a big fan of showering at the club so I left. Matt waved me off and begged me to book him as much as possible this summer. I promised I would.
What the fuck else was I supposed to do?
Except, well, fuck.
As much as possible.
As many girls as possible.
Speaking of which maybe I'd text Jen later. I knew she was waiting on me. I did enjoy working out horizontally, especially with a sexy female like Jen. She liked to sport fuck as much as I did.
I was turning down our driveway in my convertible when I hit the breaks.
Hard.
A girl was biking toward me. From the general direction of the house. Long dark blond hair blew behind. Big high tits filled out her t-shirt admirably. She had a teeny tiny waist and long tanned legs. She rode closer and I tried to get a look at her face.
Pretty, that much was obvious, with big beautiful eyes. I could see her puffy lips from twenty feet away. Cute little nose too.