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Pulling her toward the edge of the counter, she asks. “W-What are you doing?”
I lean back and look up at her. “I’m hungry,” I whisper, right before I dive in, eating her pussy like a starving man and after I wring out every ounce of pleasure from her, I scoop her up and carry her to bed.
It’s a long time and several orgasms before I finally let her pass out, and thankfully I follow quickly behind her.
***
The closer we get to the clubhouse, the more Brooke’s leg bounces. The last time she was there was “the morning”. I place my hand on the bare, silky smooth skin of her thigh. She’s wearing a knee-length, flowy red dress, with a black cardigan over it. On her feet are black Chuck Taylor hi-tops.
She’s fucking gorgeous and when she threw her dress on earlier, I noticed that the little baby bump was a little more noticeable. God, I want a little girl, one that looks just like her momma. No matter what this little one is, Tripp is going to be an amazing big brother.
Pulling onto the compound property, I make my way toward the big cement structure. Parking next to our lawyer Mitchell’s car, I climb out and come around to Brooke and help her down. Before I shut the door, I put my arms around her and hug her tight. She melts into me, wrapping her arms around my waist.
“Let’s head inside, baby.” I kiss the top of her head.
The minute we step inside. Mitchell stands up from the table he’s sitting at, followed by Dad and one of the brothers, Pike.
“Well look at this beautiful girl,” he says with his booming voice.
Brooke smiles. “Hi Pike.” She doesn’t hesitate walking around the table and into his open arms. “You’re looking good.”
I smile as she reaches up, giving his beard a little tug.
I turn toward Dad. “Hey Pops. Tripp behaving for you?”
“Of course, he was eating pancakes with Grandma. He also wants Brooke to call him right away so he can check on her.” Dad claps me on the shoulder.
Mitchell steps forward, and I take his hand, shaking it. “How’s it going, man?”
You look at him; you see a typical fancy, good-looking, I guess, lawyer. Under those suits is a man covered in tattoos and piercings. “Good. I’m sorry we’re seeing each other under these circumstances. Let’s go have a seat.” He walks over to a table in the corner.
“Baby, come on.” I hold my hand out to Brooke, smiling when she takes it. “I don’t think you two have met. Brooke, this is a friend of the club and our lawyer, Mitchell.”
Her lips tip up into a grin that always makes my heart beat faster. “It’s nice meeting you.” She holds out her hand to him and he takes it.
We sit down at the table, and she takes my hand, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Does she have any legal entitlement to my son?” My leg bounces hard enough that it shakes the table. Brooke scoots closer to me, wrapping her other arm around my arm. Fear claws at my throat at the thought of Tracey taking my son from me.
Mitchell leans forward. “Legally, she voluntarily signed away her rights. She’s not even on his birth certificate anymore. Tracey can only see him if you choose. She can’t file for any sort of visitation with him.”
I sink further into my chair. Relief washes through me and I feel Brooke sink further into my side. “Thank fuck.” Muttering, I shake my head. “Can I get a restraining order?”
He shakes his head. “You’d need proof that she’s after him. I understand she might be connected to the guy who hurt Brooke, but that is not enough to get one. Plus, they’d have to find her to serve her.” Mitchell leans forward. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me. The thought of her being able to take him from me was killing me.”
Brooke kisses my cheek. “This is good news. I’d hoped by now that they would’ve forgotten about us.”
“We’ll make sure when we find him, he won’t ever get near you again.” I look deep into her eyes and can’t help but want our baby to have her eyes. Gage was too young to know if he’d gotten them. “I promise you.”
“I know. I believe you,” Brooke whispers softly.
Brooke gets up and goes to sit with the old timers at the bar and I lean in toward Mitchell. “Did the PI find anything?” He’s got a guy on his payroll who knows how to find people. His means aren’t always ethical, but he gets the job done.
He pulls out a fold and slides it across the table. “This is the last known address and places she’s been spotted.” Mitchell stands up. “Don’t tell me your plan as far as I know, you’re just trying to find her to talk.”
Dad walks him out, and I find Brooke staring down at the folder. She says nothing and nervously nibbles on her lower lip. Her cheeks turn a deep shade of pink. Snatching up the folder, she reaches into my pocket and pulls out the keys.
“Babe, what are you doing?” I follow behind her as she stomps toward the door. The brothers, including Dad and Mitchell, watch her looking adorable. As much as I want to laugh, this whole thing is fucked up.
