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She smiles slightly at me and says, “Okay, we’ll need more diapers. Formula?”
“Two cans.”
“That’s enough for a little while. Onesies?”
“What?”
The little baby shirts that clip together at the bottom?”
“Oh, the hospital gave me a few.”
“We’ll get some more.”
She goes through a few more things and by the end of it, two things are clear: first, I am in way over my head with Gillian, and two, Megan is the most amazing person on Earth.
She is even more amazing when we go to the store, because when Gillian starts to cry and I awkwardly pat her back to try to calm her, Megan takes her from me and sings softly to her. Watching Gilly’s eyes light up and her crying stop immediately is the most incredible thing that’s happened to me since Tina died.
I didn’t love Tina. Hell, no one actually loves the sweetbutts. By definition, once one of the boys falls in love with a sweetbutt and makes her his, she becomes his old lady and isn’t a sweetbutt anymore.
I never intended to do that with Tina, and she never intended to do that with me. She had a crush on Guardian—that’s Gabriel, one of the senior members and the guy in line to lead the club when Shotgun retires next year. She made that clear to me when we hooked up and I made it clear that I was fine with that.
Of course, that changed when she got pregnant. Obviously, whoever fathered the kid would have to make Tina his old lady, and love or not, I would have stepped up when I found out the baby was mine. As it turned out, the baby was mine, but Tina never got the chance to meet her because she died in childbirth.
So, here I am alone with Gillian and today is the first day I don’t feel utterly overwhelmed, thanks to Megan. When we get home from the store, she helps me get everything organized and put away and makes dinner for us—steaks with mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables on the side.
She shows me how to bathe, feed, and change Gilly properly and when it’s Gilly’s bedtime, she shows me how to put her to sleep. It turns out nightlights aren’t good for newborns. They haven’t learned to be afraid of the dark yet and the light keeps their brains active so they can’t fall asleep.
Who knew?
Megan knew. Megan knew and even though I’m a patch-wearing member of a known criminal organization, she took her entire day to ensure I knew—not just that, but everything that I needed to know to take care of my daughter.
When she comes out of the bedroom and informs me that Gillian is asleep, I say sincerely, “Thank you, Megan. I really appreciate it.”
She smiles at me and says, “You’re welcome, Chip.”
Then she puts her arms around my neck and kisses me.
CHAPTER THREE
Megan
I can’t pretend I don’t feel a little bit foolish about all this. As I kiss him, though, and pull his shirt from his jeans, I understand how damned… what’s the word? Stereotypical. Yeah, that’s it. I realize how stereotypical it is for me to be so fucking turned on by him. He’s an attractive older man. He’s about as bad boy as a bad boy can get. There’s something about him, though, that speaks of inner goodness I think I’m going to bring to the surface.
For the love of God, this is Stereotype 101! How many failed relationships begin with a hardened bad boy and a naïve girl who’s certain she can change him? This is stupid in every conceivable way.
But my nipples don’t seem to care. They’re so fucking hard at the moment they’re right on the verge of pain. My pussy is so warm and wet it’s clear it doesn’t give a damn how foolish this might be. Hell, the truth is I don’t give a damn how basic I’m being. It’s not like I have to justify myself to anyone. At least I’m not going to send out a tweet or post a picture of a pumpkin spice latte or something.
His reaction is pretty damned profound.
It becomes clear very quickly that I’m going to be an outlet for all of his worry, frustration, fear, and suffocating, overwhelmed emotions. His hand moves under my shirt and takes hold of my breast. Since I’m not wearing a bra, my nipple slides over the palm of his hand and that sends electric sensations up and down my body. I moan against his chest as he squeezes firmly and kisses me back fiercely.
Fiercely.
I can tell from that kiss the man intends to use my body to relieve him of all his stress.
I have no idea why that turns me on even though it frightens me just a little.
I lose all control.
