by Marie James
“You know you want to,” I tease, grinning further when his own dick jerks.
“I don’t,” he argues, now mimicking my stance with his arms over his chest.
I take a step closer to him, but he doesn’t back down. I fucking love it when he stands his ground.
I shrug when my chest bumps against his folded arms, ignoring the pissed off glare in his eyes. I hit my knees and suck the tip of his cock in my mouth without another word.
He grunts from the center of his chest when one hand grips the thick base of his cock and the other grips his heavy sac.
“I’m not gay,” I say pulling my mouth off for the briefest of seconds. “I’m bisexual because the thought of a hot pink pussy still makes me hard as a rock.”
I release the hand at his base, unable to ignore the throbbing in my own cock. I push my boxers down enough to fist my own cock, stroking it while I suck him deeper.
I hear him snort. “You get hard watching me fuck pussy. It’s not the pussy itself that turns you on.”
I smile around the tip of his magnificent cock and shrug again. “Semantics.”
I’m about to shut him up quick by taking him to the back of my throat and swallowing around the head. I know he loves it and fuck if I don’t long to hear the growl he emits every time I do it, but the sound of Kid knocking on his door and calling his name makes us both move into action.
He pulls out of my mouth so fucking fast, I’m certain my teeth caught the underside of his dick. We both look at my bedroom door and realize at the exact same second that we didn’t lock it last night when we came in here in a tangle of arms, groping hands and twisting tongues.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
He grabs for his strewn clothes all over my room. He’s closing the door between our rooms just as I’m standing and Kid is knocking on my door. Unlike normal, he gives a quick knock and pushes the door open. If he’d come here first, he would have caught me on my knees with Itchy’s cock down my throat.
“The fuck,” I growl at the intrusion of my privacy. “You can wait until I answer.”
He doesn’t respond, but I follow his gaze after his eyebrow quirks up. Itchy’s boots are still at the foot of my bed, forgotten last night and having not made it into his pile of shit he hightailed it out of here with a few seconds ago.
“We, ummm…” I don’t have shit. On the spot. I can’t come up with one fucking lie. I can’t tell him Snapper or Gypsy were here because he’s well aware neither Itchy nor I have messed around with one of them. Not that they pay much attention, but the girls have made it well known around the clubhouse that they aren’t getting fucked as often as they used to.
“Save it,” he says with an upturned hand. “Em’s in labor. Kincaid is not handling it well. We need to get to the hospital.”
“Fuck, it’s too soon,” I say walking toward him so we can head out. I was with them at the doctor’s office a week or so ago, and she had over a month left.
“Kincaid said the same thing before he and Em left. You need to get dressed, fucker. Or at a minimum put your dick away.”
He walks out and leaves me standing slack-jawed in the middle of my room. After a long minute, I look down to discover my cock is indeed hanging out. I never pulled my fucking boxers up during the frantic seconds before he opened my door.
I dress in a rush, leaving Itchy’s boots sitting exactly where they got tossed last night. I know he’s in his room waiting for the dust to settle before retrieving them. I startle, exiting my room to find Kid propped up against the wall waiting for me.
He angles his head back into my room, and I know what he’s referencing without a word as we begin to walk toward the front of the clubhouse.
“Don’t,” I tell him, unable to face the birth of Kincaid’s precious twin girls and have my life crumble at the same time.
“Why are you hiding?”
“I’m not,” I counter, even though we both know it’s another lie. My life has been nothing but lies for longer than I care to admit.
“You have to know you don’t have to.” His words are sincere, but I don’t risk looking up at his face.
“Leave it,” I argue. “Just forget about it.”
“I can’t forget,” he offers quietly.
I stop him with a hand on his forearm before we cross over from the hallway into the living room. “Are you going to tell them?”
“Are you?” he asks.
“Not today,” I say.
“It’s not my story to tell, but if this shit continues to carry over into missions, putting us at risk, I’ll scream it from the fucking rooftops.” The sincerity on his face hits me in the gut. “I won’t risk one of us not coming home to the ones we love over some bullshit you got going on.”
“I can’t believe Khloe told you,” I say absently.
“She didn’t have to asshole. You don’t think I’m going to start paying more attention when my girl always has her head down whispering with Itchy?”
I chuckle. Itchy and Khloe have grown closer over the last couple of months. I think he’s taken solace in knowing that he can discuss us with her.
“Itchy would never try,” I begin but he cuts me off.
“I know he wouldn’t, but it still made me pay more attention.” He looks in the direction of Shadow and Misty’s room. “Can you grab Dominic? I’ll let Shadow know.”
I nod and turn toward Dominic’s temporary room. He and Makayla have been staying here for safety reasons since some shit is going down with her brother’s club. I give the door a couple of hard knocks, knowing Makayla is in there with him, and having just been interrupted with my dick out, I don’t want to do the same to them.
“This better be fucking important,” Dominic hollers from inside the room. He’s far enough away I can tell his response is coming from the bathroom.
“Sorry, man,” I apologize. “Em’s gone into labor, and Kincaid is freaking the fuck out. He says it’s too early. They’re already headed to the hospital. Thought you’d like to know. I’m heading out if you want to ride with me.”
Chapter 29
Itchy
The sucky thing about pretending to fight with your best friend to keep all of your straight friends from knowing you’re in a closeted homosexual relationship? Getting stuck with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum every time we’re in a vehicle heading away from the clubhouse ranks in at least the top five, top three if I thought long and hard about it.
We’re at least a half hour behind everyone else getting to the Labor and Delivery wing of the hospital because they insisted on stopping by the gift shop. After fifteen minutes of arguing about what to get, I forced them to settle on flowers and balloons.
In a rush to leave the clubhouse, I left my phone. It’s somewhere in the chaos left over after Snatch and I went at each other last night. I had to go back to his room after Kid left to get my boots, but I didn’t think to grab my cell. Now, I have no way to text Snatch and see what Kid had told him. I’m standing against the wall beside Snake watching Snatch’s leg bob up and down as nervous energy radiates off of him.
The entire room is filled with apprehension. Although Kid explained when we got here that the doctors aren’t very concerned, saying twins don’t usually make it to term, we’re all worried that everything Kincaid and Em fought for the last year and a half will disappear in the blink of an eye.
I want to go to Snatch, place my hand on his leg to calm his nerves, and remind him how much of a fighter Em is, but I can’t. Any form of public affection is a huge ‘don’t fucking think about it.’
Unable to hear what he and Dominic are talking about is beyond frustrating.
“Talk about a meat market,” Snake mutters beside me.
“What?” I ask wholly confused at what he’s talking about.
“Look around,” he urges. “All these hot as fuck nurses.”
“We’re not here for you to pick up chicks, asshole,” I chastise.
“I know.” He pulls his he
ad back a few inches, having the nerve to look affronted. “I love Em and Prez as much as anyone else here, but so long as we’re waiting, there’s no sense in wasting an opportunity to line up my night of celebrations.”
“Jesus,” I groan as I take a step away from him, needing to distance myself if he’s going to start trolling the nurses for a quick fuck.
“Snake, Itchy, and Ace,” Dom snaps from the chair beside Snatch. We all look over at him the second he speaks. “Back to the clubhouse.”
The fuck.
“The babies will be here soon,” I argue. I don’t want to leave and I sure as fuck don’t want to have to ride back with those two idiots.
“Look around, fucker,” Dom hisses. “Doc’s out of town. That leaves Rose and Makayla alone in the clubhouse.”
I look around the room to verify his words even though I know as he says it, he’s right.
Damn it. Before he even speaks again, I know we have to go back.
“Do we leave our women alone?” He asks. I answer him with a head shake, feeling like an asshole for jumping in the SUV in the first place. “Double time.”
His words barely have time to leave his mouth before we’re pushing out of the huge double doors leaving the L&D wing.
Our women?
I can’t believe how fast Dominic got tangled up with Makayla. He’s always been protective of women, but he’s different with her. I can tell just from the outside looking in that he cares for her more than I’ve ever seen him care before. Prone to one night stands and no repeats, Dominic is acting out of character, but I can’t blame him. When that one person you’re meant to be with steps into your life, there’s hardly any sense in fighting it.
I have my duties as an MC member, and I know that the other guys left at the hospital have closer relationships with Prez and Em, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about missing out on the most amazing day the MC has had in a long time.
Snake and Ace grumble about being cock-blocked by Dominic the entire way home. What they failed to see was all of the nurses they were taking inventory of were looking at Dominic and Snatch. Not one of the nurses on that floor even considered either one of them. It’s not that they aren’t good looking guys because as a bi-sexual male I can see the appeal they both have, at least until they open their mouths and their stupidity is discovered. It’s just when confronted with such a vast selection of hot, handsome men, Snake and Ace aren’t at the top.
I head into the clubhouse, meeting up with Rose to make sure everything is okay.
The unofficial mother of the MC smiles at me when I walk to the fridge to grab a water. Beer is more tempting, and after a quick look at my watch, I decide any time after noon is perfectly acceptable to start drinking.
“Where is Doc anyways?” I ask as I toss the cap in the trash.
“He was headed down to Phoenix. Landed just over an hour ago,” she explains.
“Landed? He flew down?”
She nods folding the dish towel she’d been drying her hands off on when I walked in. “Went down there to get that ’63. He’s getting the next flight back though.”
I nod. Doc, in his retirement, has taken to collecting bikes. I know it drives Rose bat-shit crazy, but she never complains. I get the feeling she gets paid back in other ways.
“Any news from the hospital since we left?” I’m reminded immediately that I need to go search through blankets and discarded clothing to find my cell. I almost ask Rose to call it so I can hear it ring, but remember that it’s in Snatch’s room, and I’m not opening that can of worms today.
She checks her phone. “Nope.”
“Have you seen Dom’s woman?” I ask as I finish off my beer and head to the hallway.
“Her name is Makayla, and no. She came out made a sandwich and went back to her room.”
“I’ve got to grab my phone from the bedroom, but then I’m heading out to the garage, text me if you hear anything.”
“Will do,” she says before turning back to the sink.
Ten minutes later and a ridiculous amount of crawling around on the floor, my phone is located under the damn bed. I look at the screen, feeling a little disheartened that it’s devoid of any messages. Snatch and I, since Blade pretty much has access to everything we text each other, don’t message about anything of importance, especially anything that would tip off the others.
I frown as I walk into the garage, finding both Snake and Ace in there already setting up shots. I may have just drank a beer in less than five minutes, but hard liquor should be saved until the sun starts to set at least. I decline Snake’s offer when he holds out a shot glass to me. He doesn’t give me a hard time, smiling instead because if I’m not drinking that gives them permission to get wasted. It’s another one of the duties. There is always at least one sober person at the clubhouse per five people. We have to guarantee we can get out safely if we all have to pile into the SUVs to leave in an emergency.
“Twins,” Ace says in celebration holding his shot glass up until Snake clinks his against the edge.
I smile at them just as my phone buzzes with a text.
Snatch: Babies are here! Both healthy. Em is doing wonderful, and Dom is back there with them now.
I relay the information to the guys in the garage, laughing as they toast again.
Me: That’s awesome.
Snatch: Pretty fucking incredible.
Me: Let us know if you need anything. Give Em a kiss and tell her we said congrats.
Snatch: Will do.
My fingers hover over the keypad, wanting to ask him about his interaction with Kid. I’ve suspected for the last week or so, with just the looks he’s been giving me that he’s either figured out what’s going on or Khloe spilled the damn beans. Kid’s a pretty observant fuck, so I imagine he figured it out on his own. Even if Khloe said something to him, I can’t get mad. They’re in love and plan on spending the rest of their lives together. I don’t think she’d just come out and tell him, but if he asked, she’d tell him the truth. Which I’d expect. I’d never ask anybody to lie for me.
“You guys are going to be too drunk to go to the hospital later,” I tell Ace and Snake as they pour back yet another shot. I’d be concerned about alcohol poisoning if I didn’t know for a fact that they can drink three times what they’ve consumed and still hit the bull’s eye on a target from fifty yards.
I practically fall into one of the chairs, trying to tune out the idiots who’ve begun some made up drinking game that makes no sense. The longer I sit and think about the entire situation, the more frustrated I grow.
Shadow’s married with an amazing wife and wonderful son. Kincaid is married with twin daughters. Hell, Kid and Khloe aren’t far from walking down the aisle themselves. There’s no way Dominic is walking away from Makayla anytime soon.
I’m in love with my best friend who has no intention anytime soon, if ever, to tell the people we love that we’re together. He seems perfectly content to lurk in the shadows and go days without spending time with each other. It hits me then, that sinking feeling that has wound its way up my spine more than once over the last year and a half. Doubt that he’ll ever come out. Doubt that he’d even consider it sits heavy in my gut, turning it sour even without the aid of tequila and whiskey.
I don’t want to lose him, but I’m tired of hiding. Tired of restraining myself around him. Exhausted from worrying if my visceral responses when he’s around is being noticed by others. I can’t take it anymore. I decide at this moment, he can either give up the secrets, or he can say goodbye to what we have.
Tears burn like fire behind my eyelids because I know exactly what he’s going to say. I sit, with the raucous laughter of Snake and Ace in the background, as my heart breaks at the imminent loss of the only person I could ever imagine spending the rest of my life with.
Chapter 30
Snatch
Hours.
We waited for hours to take turns to go in and see Gigi and Ivy. I had no idea
how long it took for someone to feel like receiving visitors after giving birth.
Khloe, as Em’s closest friend, got to go in right after Dominic left. Kid, being her shadow went in as well. I let everyone else go before me because Dom said he was heading back to the clubhouse so the other guys can come back to visit. I know it has more to do with Makayla being back there than visitation opportunities, but I don’t say anything. I sent everyone in before me because I was waiting, hoping Itchy would show up. He never does, and not going into the room with him to see the babies for the first time, leaves me feeling a little downtrodden and miserable. Even though there’s no room for it after such an amazing day, it casts a cloud over my mood, one I can’t seem to shake even after Kincaid gives me a pointed stare.
I look into his eyes but turn them immediately back down to the tiny pink bundle in my arms.
I hear the click of a camera. I smile, turning my gaze to Em who has been taking photos with her cell phone since I walked in.
“It’s amazing,” she whispers. “Like the perfect combination of innocence and sin.”
I frown, turning my attention to the tattooed arms encasing the soft pink of Ivy’s blanket.
“I don’t mean it in a bad way.” Em sighs and I don’t miss the growl from Kincaid at the notion that I may upset his wife. “I’m tired. That didn’t come out right.”
“I know what you mean,” I tell her.
“You’re a natural,” Kincaid says even when his stiff stance remains rigid at my side.
He’s waited so long for today to come to fruition. To say that he’s cautious is an understatement.
“You, sweet angel,” I coo down at her sleeping form. “You’ll know the words to every Britney Spears’ song by the time you make it to kindergarten.”
Em chuckles as Kincaid mumbles, “Over my dead body.”
“You guys are so blessed,” I say with utmost sincerity.
“We are,” Em says on a yawn. “You planning on children?”