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No longer smug as much as terrified I’m about to drop the toddler, Tomcat offers, “I could show you how to do it.”
Beckett stops smiling and waving behind me at Brooklyn long enough to notice the people crowding us. The blond boy shakes his head and grips me.
“Mine.”
I smile at his declaration and how his little hands stroke my face. However, the two-year-old’s single word didn’t seem to convey his feelings well enough. He notices the people still crowding us and lets loose with a high-pitched squeal.
Hearing her brother’s cry, Brooklyn stomps her feet and screams like someone set her little ass on fire.
Ruin glances at Beau nearby. The little guy—decked out in blue sweats and an orange shirt—shuffles along the walkway. The boy doesn’t react to his siblings’ antics. Ruin frowns at how the same kid lost his shit over a strange, hairy man touching him. When my president’s blue-eyed gaze finds me, I smirk at his unspoken confusion.
Meanwhile, I stroke Beckett’s little back, turning off his scream. He mimics my smile and says, “mine,” again.
“Yeah, I’m not going anywhere, kid,” I tell him while Brooklyn stops her stomping and runs over to Landry who comes outside to see about the racket.
Her chick friends appear behind her. I smile at how relaxed she seems today. When her gaze meets mine, I feel her thinking about my cock inside her. We share a smile before I notice my club brothers and sister eyeballing me.
“What?”
“Fascinating,” Tomcat says before walking toward the house. “Has anyone seen my rug rats?”
Armor tenses when our club brother walks past Yazmin. I don’t know what’s happening there. Yazmin has never shown any interest in anyone or anything. No, wait, she got curious about the cat.
I’ve never been any good at reading people. That’s why knowing what Landry’s thinking makes me feel so damn good. I’ve finally found someone I can easily decipher.
I pick up quickly how intimidated she is by my club family. Honestly, Landry should be nervous. We’re not a soft bunch of people. Some of us clean up well. Ruin and I have fancy fucking houses. But we’re rough assholes who get loud and pushy when we’re all in one place.
Right now, Walla Walla even acts like a big, dumb kid, chasing around Eagle and Dice. He gets too close to knocking over Goose who nearly falls into Landry holding Brooklyn. Before I can tear my club brother a new asshole, Armor barks at him to stop roughhousing.
“This isn’t the Pigsty!” hollers our VP in the same way he does at the actual Pigsty. “Beware of the children and preggo chick!”
Walla Walla hangs his head low and apologizes to Landry who mumbles how she’s fine. Brooklyn looks at the man and wags her finger before pointing at Beckett still in my arms.
“Are you good, bud?” I ask my boy as he surveys the world from up high.
He takes a big breath like he’s about to let loose with the meaning of life. Instead, he just says, “yeah,” and points at his mama.
I feel Landry getting overwhelmed with all the people, noise, and activity. She ought to be sitting with her feet up, but she wants to keep an eye on her little ones.
“Why don’t you chill inside?” I suggest when Landry keeps rubbing her belly. When she thinks she’s done something wrong, I lean over and whisper, “You look very fuckable in this red shirt.”
As Landry grins, Brooklyn pats my face before pushing me away.
“My mommy,” she says and then reaches over to poke Beckett.
Landry doesn’t acknowledge the kids playing their poking game. Still grinning at my horny comment, she shuffles into the house where Wynonna is telling a very loud story about her old frenemy, Gayle.
Remaining outside, I try to supervise the party. Except I’m not that guy. I tend to have fun and then leave. But today, I’m the man in charge.
The caterers keep the food and booze flowing. The kids have a ball on the backyard swing set and the rented bounce house. Beckett studies the fun from my arms until he can’t bear staying out of the mix. I watch him waddle his little ass over to the sandbox.
“He looks the most like Neal Copper,” I tell Ruin, Armor, and Goose, who linger nearby like they’re afraid to leave my side. “He likes me the best of all of them.”
“Do you like him the best?” Goose asks.
Ruin shakes his head. “I don’t think you’re supposed to like one kid more than the other.”
“Our parents did,” she replies.
