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“You still going out to Stump’s to chat with DeLova?” Dex asks.
“Fuck me. Yeah. Not for a few more weeks, though.” Shit. I don’t want to be taking any long trips toward the end of Hope’s pregnancy.
Wrath seems to sense my hesitation. “I’ll go with you. It’ll be like old times.”
“You worried about DeLova?”
“Don’t like that I wasn’t there last time. Fucker needs to remember—”
“Trust me, no one forgets your scary ass,” Z quips.
“All right.” I take a breath and consider my next words. Fuck it, I don’t really care what they think. “After that run, I’m done for a bit. I don’t want to be on the road when Hope goes into labor and I sure as fuck don’t want to be away—”
“Gotcha, Prez,” Z says. “Don’t blame you.”
“I’m not dropping anything else, I’m just saying long runs are out for a bit.”
“Prez, I’m just messing around. I’ll go wherever you need me to,” Ravage offers in the most serious tone he’s used all day. Hell, maybe all year.
Teller glances at me. “You’ve always been fair about giving each of us a break when we need it. You deserve the same. I’m up for whatever you need.”
“Aw, is Charlotte gonna unbox your balls and let you have them back?” Ravage asks.
Wrath cracks up.
“Fuck off,” Teller says.
Wrath lifts his chin at Murphy. “You got a lot going on, plus I need you here to help with Furious.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Murphy glances at me. “Unless you really need me to.”
“No, you got plenty of shit here to keep you busy.”
The guys laugh and I end our meeting.
The war room erupts into lots of loud discussions, everyone bitching about Inga.
I cock my head at Wrath. “Why are you still here?”
Z answers before Wrath has a chance to open his mouth. “He’s afraid to tell Trinity he might have fathered Inga’s spawn.”
Wrath throws a scowl at him. “I’m not afraid of anything and there’s no way her kid is mine.”
When we walk out of the room, Hope and Trinity are waiting for us. Trinity’s wearing one hell of a pissed-off expression, but she rushes over to hug Wrath as soon as she sees him. “Hope told me what’s going on. I can’t believe she’s trying to hurt the club like this.”
I don’t miss the relief on Wrath’s face. I grip his shoulder briefly, then take a seat next to my wife. “How’d it go?” she asks.
“Well, there’re fewer possibilities than I expected,” I answer.
She chuckles and shakes her head. “Poor Inga.”
“Poor Inga, my ass,” Wrath says, dropping down next to Hope and pulling Trin into his lap. He glares at Ravage and Teller. “It better not be one of yours. Or yours,” he says, pointing at Dex. “I’m liable to kick your asses for bringing her back into our lives.”
Teller grinds his teeth and won’t meet any of our eyes.
“So, I take it you narrowed it down to you three?” Hope says, nodding at the guys.
“And Sparky,” Wrath adds helpfully.
“Go Sparky,” Hope mutters, then snickers.
“You’re finding my brothers’ struggles awful amusing, baby doll.”
“Oh, I know.” She presses her hand against her chest and pouts. “Banging porn stars. What a struggle.”
Ravage busts up laughing. “Fuck, you’re funny, Hope.” Then he glances at me. “She would’ve made a great porn star. She has that nice, classy girl-next-door thing going on.”
I think my wife senses I’m about to choke the fuck out of Ravage, because wraps her fingers around my wrist. “I doubt it. I barely knew what a blow job was before I met Rock.”
Wrath chokes on his laughter. “Jesus Christ, Cinderella. I’ve heard you say some funny fucked-up shit, but that has the be—”
“The worst,” Teller finishes.
“Uh, yeah.” Murphy points to himself and Teller. “We prefer to pretend Mom and Dad don’t do that stuff.”
I push some hair off her shoulder and kiss her cheek. “You do just fine, baby doll.”
She slants a look at me through her lashes. “Thank you, Mr. President.”
“Don’t start,” Wrath warns.
“Oh God. Aren’t pregnant women horny all the time?” Ravage asks. “Are you going to go at it right here?”
“Anyway, so that’s it? No one else?” She settles her questioning eyes on Murphy.
“Nope.” Murphy grins at her. “Guess I’m not as disgusting as you thought.” He seems like he’s joking, but I sense he honestly wants her approval.
“I’ve never thought you were disgusting, Murphy.” She tilts her head and her lips twitch. “Generous with your time and attention—”
“Generous with his dick,” Ravage adds.
“That’s ’cause mine’s so generous in size,” Murphy taunts, punching Ravage’s arm.
Hope rolls her eyes. “I’m going to try to set the four of you up first, so we can find out as soon as possible.” She settles her hand on my leg. “Actually, I want you to go first.”
Fuck, I hate that I’m putting her through this.
“You’re the one she’s gunning for,” she reminds me.
Sparky taps Murphy’s arm. “You really never fucked Inga?”
Murphy’s clearly not amused by the question. “Not that I know of, dick.”
“This is some fucked-up shit,” Dex says, staring at the ceiling.
“This is karma.” Sparky flails his arms in the air. “We don’t treat bitches right, and now we’re all gonna pay.”
“Speak for yourself, you little stoner-fuck,” Dex snarls. “I was always nice to her. Treated her well.”
“Guys, seriously, relax,” Hope says. “It’s going to be fine. If it turns out the child belongs to one of you, we’ll handle it.”
“That’s it,” I say, standing up and offering Hope my hand. “I’ve had enough for today. I need my wife.”
“Sounds like Hope’s going home to practice her oral skills,” Trinity teases.
Hope leans over and playfully shoves Trin, knocking her out of Wrath’s lap.
Outside, Teller and Murphy catch up to us.
“What?” I ask.
Murphy elbows Teller. “Go on. Tell Dad your problem.” He snickers while Teller throws a punch at him.
“Knock it off with the dad shit.”
Teller stops me with a hand on my arm. “Can we not tell my sister—”
“What? That you’re degenerate prick?” Murphy asks, laughing so hard, we barely understand him.
“Fuck you, assclown.”
Hope’s not stupid. She knows Teller’s really asking her not to say anything to Heidi.
“Of course not, Teller.” She takes a step closer and wraps him up in a motherly—although I’d never say that to her—hug. “It’s going to be fine. One way or another. Try not to stress too much, please?”
Her words seem to lift some of the weight off him. “I will. I just hate the idea of having a kid out there I don’t know about.” His gaze strays my way. “All of us do, I guess.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Maybe the hormones are making me ragey, but I can’t remember the last time I was so furious.
And kind of skeeved out. I like to think I’m not judgmental, but four of them might possibly be the father? Really?
I held it together at the clubhouse to reassure the guys that everything would be okay. Now that it’s just the two of us, I c
an’t stop thinking about the audacity of that woman.
As soon as we’re inside the house, Rock stops and faces me. He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. “What’s going on in your head? Tell me.”
“Honestly?”
He sighs. “Yeah.”
“That your brothers are kinda disgusting.”
He laughs.
And laughs.
“And I don’t like judging other women’s sexual choices, but jeez.” I actually shiver with disgust.
When Rock stops laughing, he takes my hand. “I’m sorry you have to deal with this.” His jaw tightens. “I heard some of what Adam said to you. This is embarrassing—”
“I don’t want to talk about that right now. I’m still pissed with Adam too.”
“You don’t know how close I came to choking him.”
I cock my head. “How much did you overhear?”
“Enough. But when I realized where it was coming from, I decided not to kill him.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “When you read the papers, it sounds like you’re married to a fucking sleaze.”
Now I feel guilty for calling his brothers disgusting.
I reach up and hook my arms around his neck, dragging him into kissing range. “You know that’s not how I feel about you, right?”
He grabs my hips, holding me against him. “I heard you,” he rasps, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against mine. “Love you so much.”
“Good.” I kiss his cheek and take a step back before we get sidetracked. “Let me call that guy right now.”
Rock opens his eyes and stares at me. “Now? Seriously?”
I trail my fingers down his chest and play with the edge of his T-shirt. “I have this insatiable urge to claim my man.”
He raises an eyebrow.
“So that’s what we’re going to be doing for the rest of the evening. Once I get this call out of the way.” I glance at the kitchen. “I’d go down some fluids right now if I were you. Can’t have you getting dehydrated on me.”
He rumbles with laughter and sets me free. “Hurry. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.”
“Pants off.”
“Cock out.”
I chuckle as I slowly work my way upstairs into my sitting room. I don’t bother closing the door, it’s not like I have to worry about confidentiality on this one.
