GABRIEL’S BABY: Iron Kings MC

by Evelyn Glass

  Nobody interfered with her life. She’d been the master designer of her own fabulous existence since age fourteen, when her big, beautiful breasts opened the doors to adulthood. And with so much fun to be had, so many exciting new lovers to conquer, she didn’t have time for anybody stepping on her toes.

  Gidget revved her bike, loving the growl of the engine, and then coasted into the city limits of Sturgis. First stop was the clubhouse, to get cleaned up and ready for an evening date. As a twenty-three year old aspiring model, there was no greater publicity than getting out there and being seen…making a name for herself…any way she could.

  Butch’s image flashed through her head again. Was there a way she could incorporate him into her date plans? But no—she wiped the thought from her mind. She stayed away from the brothers. Most of them were like family anyway, so the thought of something happening was basically taboo. Besides, most of them were too afraid of Daddy to even lay a finger on her. They protected her like brothers, and treated her like brothers.

  Exactly how Daddy wanted it.

  ***

  Butch rumbled into the clubhouse parking lot on Zebra’s heels. Zebra had caught up about five minutes after Gina left him in the dust, and together they rode to the clubhouse. Thank God Zebra had worked out his bike issues, because otherwise Butch would have been wandering Sturgis like a lost puppy looking for the Carvers HQ.

  They hadn’t stopped to chat once Zebra caught up, because they knew the Skulls would be after them as soon as they got back-up. So Butch arrived to the clubhouse full of questions, unable to shake the memory of Gina’s piercing eyes, or the way she’d told him to shut the fuck up. Something about that smart mouth made him eager to see her again. Maybe she doled out that sass to everyone…but either way, he wanted more of it. Maybe get a taste of those pretty pink lips, too.

  “All right, Butch. Here we are.” Zebra hung his helmet on the handlebar of his bike, tugging off his gloves as he looked out over the clubhouse complex. Cement parking lot sprawled out toward the clubhouse, a modern boxy building tucked away from the road. The whole property was surrounded by privacy fencing, and the entryway into the parking lot could be opened by code only. From the outside, the only sign that this was Carvers HQ was an ominous-looking C hanging on the fence.

  Butch hung his helmet and followed Zebra up to the clubhouse. Bikes lined the sides of the parking lot, maybe thirty in total. “Is everyone here?” Butch nodded at the bikes.

  “Nah, some members won’t be in later, until the meeting.” Zebra grinned back at him. “We’re a big club, but it only makes us stronger.”

  Butch nodded, following Zebra as he pushed through the double doors into the clubhouse. They came into a lounge area of sorts, an open-ceilinged room dotted with pool tables and lined with a bar. Conversation and music filled the room, and as soon as they came in, the noise inside transitioned into cheers.

  Zebra paused, slinging his arm around Butch. Unfamiliar faces smiled at him, hands in the air, whoops traveling through the room. This was for him.

  “Here’s Butch, everyone.” Zebra clapped his hand on his shoulder and they walked into the mess. Guys slapped his shoulders as he walked by, and he tried to take it all in, to make note of the faces, the long beards, the buzzed heads, the uneven faces shining back at him. His new brothers. Who the hell were these guys? Anxiety licked through him as he followed Zebra toward the back of the room, where a small cluster of couches sat. A man with shockingly white and gray hair nodded at him as he approached. Something about the way he sat, calm in the midst of the chaos, surrounded by expressionless men, suggested this might be the president…Geo Greeves himself.

  Zebra led him to the white-haired guy. When they approached, he stood, his icy blue eyes reminding him of Gina’s.

  “You must be Butch.” The man grabbed at his hand and shook it forcefully, almost so hard that it hurt. “I’m Geo, the Carvers President. Finally we get to meet the man who saved Zebra’s life.”

  Butch lifted the corner of his mouth. Geo had a booming voice, and everything about him screamed leader. Of course he’d be the one to lead this pack. White, wiry hairs sprung up from his thick, muscled arms as they shook hands.

  “I’d do it again,” Butch said. He slid into an open seat when Geo gestured at it. Zebra perched on the end of the couch, smiling down at them.

  “Welcome to the Carvers Headquarters,” Geo said, his gaze flicking over the crowd. “We’re having a party right now, if you couldn’t tell. Well, a pre-party. We do this for new members. You’ll meet the rest of your brothers formally tonight, at our meeting.”

  Butch nodded, resting a hand on his knee as he surveyed the clubhouse again. This was a lot of people…and a stark contrast from the MO of his regular life. He was a lone wolf, and used to answering to nobody. And suddenly, he had a pack of men around him, with no way out. Anxiety churned in his stomach.

  “I know you’re new to club life, so we’ll ease you in slow,” Geo said, as though sensing his hesitation. “But you got off to a good start today already.”

  “Did I?” Butch looked over at him, arching a brow.

  “My daughter told me what happened on the highway,” Geo said, his words coming out slow and evenly spaced. Despite this, it took a moment for them to sink into Butch’s head. To make sense of them, over the clatter of the party.

  “Your daughter?” He said it weakly, but his voice was swallowed up in the noise as Geo leaned back and shouted “Gidget! Come here!”

  Butch’s blood ran cold as he saw a blonde head bobbing toward them. A moment later, those same piercing blue eyes broke through the crowd, and Gina appeared, dressed to kill. A tight dress clung to her slender, firm frame, tits on display as she leaned down to kiss her father’s forehead. Butch could barely keep his eyes off her as she perched on the other edge of the couch, her tan, smooth legs calling to him louder than anything he’d ever heard in his life.

  “I know you two have already met,” Geo said, his slow drawl striking fear in Butch’s heart, “But I have to say, you saving my baby girl and Zebra automatically makes you my favorite recruit of all time.” He hefted with a laugh, that turned into a cough. “She told me what happened. How those Skulls saw you two drive by and decided to cause trouble.”

  Butch stared at Gina—Gidget—unsure how to respond. Clearly she’d played him as the savior, but for what reason Butch couldn’t even guess at. She’d been mad enough to bend steel back on the highway, so what changed?

  “That’s right,” Butch said after a while. “I know I’m a new Carver, but I’m Carver nonetheless.”

  Geo nodded, then clapped him on the back. “That’s what I like to hear.” To Gidget, he said, “Now where you heading off to?”

  “Daddy, I have the event tonight that I told you about.” She looked at him with wide, reprimanding eyes. She had him wrapped around her finger. And if she was the president’s daughter…probably had everyone else around her finger, too.

  “Don’t get into trouble,” he grumbled as she stood and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

  “I never do,” she purred. She grinned widely, the smile falling only lightly when it landed on Butch. And then she scooted out of the group of couches, disappearing into the clubhouse.

  Geo let a gravelly sigh once she’d left. Looking at Butch, he said, “You got any kids?”

  “No sir,” Butch said.

  “Good. You don’t want any. They’ll drive you crazy.” Geo reached into his cut and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “You want one?”

  Butch shook his head.

  “She gives me trouble,” Geo went on, eyeing people as they walked by. Around them, the party was a throbbing, noisy cloud. “Too much trouble, her whole damn life.”

  Butch shifted in his chair. With looks like hers, it wouldn’t be hard for her to find trouble. Or catch the eye of any man in a ten-mile radius.

  “I need your help with her,” Geo said, rolling a cigarette between his fingers. “You alread
y saved her ass once, and I think you might be just the guy to keep an eye on her.”

  Butch furrowed his brow. “How so?”

  “She gets into shit on her own accord…but…” Geo flicked the lighter and lit his cigarette with a sharp inhale. “There’s a bad war brewing with the Skulls. It’s gonna blow soon—you’ll hear more about it at the meeting tonight. But I need someone watching her ass only.”

  Butch watched the puffs of smoke leave his mouth as he spoke. Shit.

  “I want you to be her shadow,” Geo said, leaning in close. He squeezed Butch’s shoulder, a grin flickering across his face. “Besides, you’re the resident savior now. Didn’t you know that? I want you to watch my baby girl and make sure she stays away from Skulls, and from any other type of trouble she finds for herself. Deal?”

  Butch forced himself to nod, a bad feeling coursing through his body. This sounded like exactly the type of shitty New Guy task he’d been dreading.

  And assigned to a bonafide hottie who was his new president’s daughter, no less.

  “No problem, Geo,” Butch said after a minute, once he’d found his voice again. “I know we just met…but you can count on me.”

  Even though he could see failure written all over this damn assignment.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Gidget slunk back into the clubhouse a few hours later. Her stint at the fashion event hadn’t yielded as many bites as she would have liked. She religiously attended every mover-and-shaker event in the tri-county area, and updated her blog and social media with frightening regularity. All with the hopes that maybe the next event would be the one to make her go viral…

  But tonight’s event wasn’t it. Disappointment accompanied her back to the clubhouse, along with three new numbers from guys who had hung around her like fruit flies at the party. She didn’t even have the energy to flirt with them to make herself feel better. She just wanted to get home and sulk. Some days, the whole idea of being a famous fashion blogger felt like a fool’s dream.

  “Welcome back, Gidget.” Some of the club brothers invited her for a shot as she pushed into the clubhouse. She stopped at the bar and tossed back some tequila before heading to the back hallway. As she moved through the partying people, she had an eye out for Butch. Just to see where he was. How he was integrating. Whether or not his eyes were on her, like she hoped.

  But he was nowhere. She pushed through the double doors into the back hallway, and the sounds of the party grew muted. Her bedroom was the second on the left. She stomped inside, leaving the door hanging open, and flopped onto the bed.

  She lay there for a few moments, thoughts spinning inside her head. Worries blurring into doubt, doubt blurring into frustration.

  “Hey.”

  A deep voice made her bolt upright. Butch stood in the doorway, his steely gaze trained on her. Goosebumps prickled up and down her arms.

  “What do you want?” She sat up, smoothing the front of her dress down, admiring the glint of her gold bracelet on her wrist.

  “Wanted to talk about earlier today.” He barely blinked as he watched her. “Wanted to know why you even told your dad in the first place.”

  She heaved a sigh. “He needs to know about stuff like that.”

  “But you lied about the circumstances,” Butch said.

  “He didn’t need to know the real reason I was out there,” she shot back. “That’s my business.”

  “What was the real reason?”

  His simple question caught her off guard. She hopped to her feet and pulled a flash out from her dresser drawer, taking a quick pull. “Why should I tell you?”

  “We’re gonna be spending plenty of time together,” Butch said, his gaze blazing up and down her body as she paced the room. “Seems like we should get to know each other.”

  Her cheeks burned at his words. “What do you mean, time together? You’re a new club brother, but you’re not my nanny.”

  Butch hefted with a laugh. “So you haven’t talked to your dad.”

  Gidget narrowed her eyes at him. His tone rubbed her the wrong way. “Don’t act like you’re all high and mighty. You’ve been a brother for thirty seconds.”

  Butch’s face tightened. “A lot longer than that. Besides, for someone who’s been in the club life for so long, seems you should know why these reasons matter.”

  “Matter to who?”

  “To people trying not to get killed.”

  Butch’s tone made her mouth clamp shut. She gritted her teeth. Was this horniness or frustration? It was a combination of both. She hated when people tried to rule her…especially nobody newbies like this guy.

  “You don’t have to worry about getting killed after what happened today, Butch,” Gidget said, affecting the most condescending tone possible. Even hearing it come out of her mouth made her wince on the inside. “It wasn’t that big of a deal, I promise you.”

  “After our meeting today, it’s going to be a little bit bigger of a deal. And if I’m supposed to be following your every damn move, I need to know these things. Now what the hell did you do to get three Skulls coming after you?”

  Butch’s words resonated in the air between them like an opera singer’s shrill high note. What did he say? She replayed his words over in her head a few times, trying to formulate the best response without cracking her hard shell.

  “Nobody’s following my moves,” she said, taking another pull at the flask. And then another.

  “You’re wrong.” Butch cracked his knuckles, his gaze raking up and down her again. Her pussy pulsed in response. Would it be so wrong to nudge the door shut with her hip and ask for a reprieve, a do-over, a fresh start where they could get to know each other without all the drama of the chase that day?

  But she couldn’t give in to him. Not when her pride demanded so much more.

  “We’ll see about that,” she spat, turning back to her dresser. She fished around for a pair of panties. She’d have a stern chat with her dad—but until then, she’d make sure Butch knew who was in control. Let him see what he couldn’t have, not even if begged.

  She strutted over to the door leading to her personal bathroom, slipping out of her heels in the process. Gidget could feel his eyes on her, burning a path over her calves. She inched up her dress slowly, turning back to look at Butch.

  “You like what you see?” She lifted a brow, hiking up the dress to her hips. She’d worn a lacy black thong, and her ass had to be on full display for him.

  Butch’s jaw flinched but his gaze didn’t move from hers. The jerk didn’t even look down.

  “Get out of here, you pervert,” she said, her heart racing in her chest. Why didn’t he take the bait? Butch held her gaze for a moment longer and then left the room quickly, leaving a wake of tension behind him.

  That had been the sexiest and most frustrating encounter of her life. Something deep inside her had wanted Butch from the second he showed up earlier that day as her rescuer. Not just because he’d saved her—because there was a darkness there, something he wore tight around him like a shield. His dark, quiet stare did nothing to quell the fire.

  Gidget slipped off the rest of her clothes, watching the door to see if he’d return. He didn’t. With a sigh, she shook out her hair and turned on the shower, waiting for a frothy steam to envelop the bathroom before she stepped inside.

  As soon as the warm water hit her back she let a low moan, something uncoiling deep inside her, like the loosening of a long-twisted knot. Her head lolled back and she leaned against the white tiles of the shower wall, her hand drifting between her legs. Butch’s face burned in her eyelids. She imagined his square jaw, those pouty lips skipping kisses up her thighs, the dark gaze looking up at her from between her legs.

  Her fingers slipped desperately over the tight nub of her clit as she imagined what a gruff kiss might feel like, what sculpted planes awaited beneath that black t-shirt. She tweaked a hard nipple, relishing the jolt of pleasure through her body as though it had come from him. Wish
ing she could feel the stubble of his jaw against her face, the heaviness of his body on top of hers.

  It wasn’t long before she reached a shuddering climax, one that made her gasp. Her pussy pulsed in the aftermath, and she slumped against the shower wall, the water beating down on her.

  Butch had started something she had no intention of losing.

  Because Gidget always—always—got her way.

  ***

  Butch tossed and turned the first full night in his new bed. In his new home. In his new family. There were way too many thoughts to get to sleep, so he alternated between re-playing the information he’d gotten at his first ever meeting with the brothers, and envisioning Gidget bent over the side of his bed, that round, perky ass on display.