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And, after years of arguments and ignoring each other, Penny had finally decided to take the plunge and get the divorce. Get the legal piece of paper to let her have a clean break of it and go after what she wanted. Kids. A family. Those messy fingerprints everywhere. She’d kept the penthouse apartment, though she didn’t want or need it, and she’d let him have the cars and the condo in Florida. Her business now had to turn a much larger profit than she was used to. It had been more of a hobby really, now she had to knuckle down with it, but that was fine. She was ready for her new life.
And the receptionist at work had said what better way to celebrate her divorce than a wild night out? She was a sweet girl, younger than Penny, the receptionist for the building of independent medical practitioners that rented out treatment rooms. She’d suggested cool, hip places in town, even the Glasshouse, a trendy, taboo sex club in town that was owned by the local MC, and that’s when Penny had remembered she had the biker’s password. A wild night with a guy who would melt back into obscurity and she could get on with being a parent after he’d ‘done the deed’, couldn’t be more perfect. Before she went the sperm donor route, why not a night of fun first? So Penny herself had suggested the clubhouse open night. Her friend had almost fallen off her chair when Penny nodded that yes, she had a password.
So that was how Penny found herself being waved through the gates of the imposing, former hotel. Painted black, the Black Coyotes clubhouse was not your typical dive MC hang out spot. The Black Coyotes took great pride in it, and it had been renovated to a high standard. Her and her friend tottered through the car park, she knew the security guard was staring at her behind, she felt the dress riding up. She gulped.
“Maybe we should just swing by another bar actually, I’m not sure this is a good idea…” Penny stammered, her heart in her throat.
“Nope, nu-uh, you are not chickening out now, lady, come on, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! Do you know how long I’ve wanted to come to one of these infamous open Thursday nights at the MC clubhouse? I’m not letting you go, we are going to march in there like we own it and have the night of our lives, okay?” Cheryl said, grabbing her arm and steering her forward.
Penny gulped. The night of her life, yes, that was why she’d agreed to this plan. Because she wanted to find a man to be the father of her child. She wanted a baby. She felt it in her bones, it rubbed, like a stone in her shoe, all day and all night. She wanted to be a mother, she needed to have a family. She yearned for it but she needed an essential ingredient for it. She had money, she had time, she had love, she was going to go this alone. She wasn’t prepared to wait around for Mr. Right anymore, for when a man came into her life. Fuck that, she’d done that. There was no Mr. Right. No one man who would be a perfect fit. She was free of men, she just needed a sperm donor. And, the sperm bank was the next stop if this didn’t work. But, she’d thought a hunky biker who she happened to forget to use contraception with might be just the ticket. That particular hunky biker she had met in the ice cream parlor would be exactly what she wanted. She wouldn’t mention it to the biker, it would be fine, these men probably fathered children all the time, right? With their wild living?
Penny gulped. This wasn’t really her style, none of this was really her style. But what was her style any more? She didn’t even know. She just knew she was free of her idiot ex-husband and determined to get what she wanted now. Now was her time, hers, she was looking out for number one, herself and only herself.
Cheryl pushed open the heavy brass handled doors, checked their coats with the receptionist in the lobby, and, feeling like they might have confused the place for a swanky hotel, they took a left into the bar.
No, most definitely a biker bar after all. Penny gazed about. Men in black leather cuts everywhere. She thought she’d instantly be able to recognize the biker she’d met, kissed… she was overwhelmed.
“You lost, sweetie?” A voice came from the side.
Cheryl’s trill response piped up. “Not anymore!” she said.
“Drink?” The stranger suggested.
Cheryl threw Penny a dazed little smile as she was steered off to the bar by the man in the leather jacket. “But my friend-”
“For you both?” The biker extended the offer to Penny and both ladies found themselves being steered through the crowds.
She looked around at the noisy bar. People laughing. Music swirling away in the background. Warmth. Men, attractive men, smiles all around, patting each other's backs, at the pool table, sitting on leather sofas, legs spread, playing cards, or in intimate embraces with bare legged, long haired women. This wasn’t her scene at all.
Penny sighed and gulped and almost turned to tell Cheryl she was going home after all.
Almost.
But then she heard something. A baby crying.
Penny turned around. A gaggle of women at the bar giggled loudly, suddenly. One of the women had a baby in a sling on her front. The baby was waving a little hand around. She took the baby out and passed it to one of the men, and Penny could see that the woman had a little blooming baby bump, too. Penny bit her lip. Jealousy and joy swirled within her.
The guy took the baby without question, calmly held him. The baby babbled loudly, lurched forward, grabbed at a drink on the bar, which promptly spilled everywhere. People cooed and smiled, the barman appeared and wiped the liquid away. A man approached the lady from behind, kissing her head, ruffling the baby’s head. The baby babbled on, reaching hands into the remainder of the liquid, splatting it everywhere. Sticky fingers, laughter. Family. It all snagged deep within Penny.
She could walk away, sure, but… she wanted to stay. She had come for a reason. That reason was because she wanted a little thing to spill drinks all over the place and babble and cry and love. Her resolve solidified, she could do this. And if she looked carefully, she could scan the men in the leather jackets and see if one of them was-
“You came,” she heard. A deep voice.Hisvoice.
Her mouth parted and she turned her head and there, in front of her, was the biker from the ice cream shop. His eyes were so dark, almost black. She’d forgotten. His hair, dark brown, too, hung over his face a little. Her eyes flicked to his cut. Lyle. Yes, that was him.
“I… came,” she repeated, then immediately flushed, because his eyes widened and his lips curled slightly on one side and she realized it sounded sexual, and she then remembered how many times she’d thought about him, about them. About their kiss, about how his mouth would move onto her boobs and he’d devour her-
He tossed his hair out of his eyes with a little flick. “So, you here to see me, work on those things you wanted? You're a smart little Vixen, you know that? Using me like that to get what you wanted…” He trailed off, taking a swig on a bottle of beer in his hand, his eyes roving over her appreciatively.
She gasped, shocked, had he read her mind? Could he see her baby making plans written on her face? But then she realized he wasn’t referring to her thoughts. He was talking about how she grabbed him in the ice cream parlor, kissed him, let him unbutton her shirt, to force through the divorce.
She tried not to sound breathless. “Yes, my divorce came through, I’m out to celebrate, my friend is here, too.” Penny looked away, in the direction Cheryl had gone. When she looked back, Lyle’s lips came right down to hers and planted a big kiss on her lips.
Simple as that. She’d been thinking about how to seduce him, how to maneuver herself into the position of being available for a bed partner for the night… but she needn’t have worried. Penny wanted to gasp, her eyes went wide in surprise. His mouth was warm. And wet. And tasted of alcohol. And his tongue immediately slipped between her lips, just like in the café, and she melted. She responded, pulling him closer, his empty hand followed suit, down to her butt. He grabbed and squeezed, immediately intimate, already she felt a bulge in his pants.
“You wanna get down to making you a momma? You want to have a real man-”
“Lyle, dude, it’s your turn!” someone shouted behind him.
