“Uncle Dax!” Speaking of the little midgets, Molly—Mac’s oldest daughter—came running down the hall, and I grabbed her up seconds before she crashed into me. She was a little thing, like her momma, but even at eight, she was just the right height to hit me in the crown jewels if she lost her balance and skidded into me. It only took a couple of times of being curled up on the floor in the fetal position with my brothers laughing their asses off for me to learn to catch her first.
“Mommy said I’ve got a new friend coming!”
Bridget sighed as she caught up to her daughter. “Sorry, we still haven’t been able to curb her tendency to run full steam ahead without thinking.”
I grinned and threw my little bit in the air, making her shriek with laughter. “I hope she never changes,” I declared with a wink at Molly.
“I’m so excited! Mommy said my new friend will be here in two days, and I gets to show her around the clubhouse!”
I looked at Bridget, confused. We rarely allowed people who weren’t patches, prospects, old ladies, or someone who needed our protection in our clubhouse. Did Molly mean that she was going to give the friend a tour of her house? It was attached to the back of the building, so I could see how she would have misspoken.
“Nova’s sister is arriving in the morning on Saturday, and he won’t be back from the run until late. He asked me and Molly to keep her company,” Bridget explained.
“Makes sense,” I agreed. “Nova needs you to be her bodyguard, huh, little bit?”
Molly’s chest puffed out, and she gave me a cute glare as she did a decent jab to my chest. “Totally. I’ll keep all the drooling bastards away from her!”
Bridget gasped while I choked and coughed from holding in my burst of laughter. Molly started pounding me on the back with an overly concerned frown.
“Jared Mackenzie!” Bridget shouted as she stomped toward the hallway that led to the prez’s office. Glancing back over her shoulder, she asked, “Can you watch Molly for a few minutes?”
I nodded because I still couldn’t speak. “I got this, Mommy,” Molly announced confidently.
And that was how the big, badass biker called Uncle Dax ended up skipping around the clubhouse pretending to be a noble steed carrying his princess.
* * *
Two days later
I walked up to the kitchen and a heavenly scent floated to my nose. Inhaling deeply, I wondered what the girls were baking today. Bridget, Cat, and some of the other old ladies liked to experiment in the kitchen. The results were always delicious, but this smell was different somehow.
Strolling into the large room, I halted abruptly in my tracks when I found myself staring at the most perfect ass I’d ever seen in my life. All the blood in my body rushed straight to my groin. The woman’s skirt was so short, I could see a hint of her lacy white panties until she pulled something out of the oven and stood. It was hot as fuck, but then my mood immediately soured at the realization that if I’d seen them, anyone else could have too.
But I was distracted from my unexpected moment of lunacy—who was jealous of a chick they’d never even met—by the sensuous movement of her body. The tray held cookies, yet I immediately knew the mouthwatering aroma I’d smelled before was her. Her body was lean and sleek, medium height. She had long, dark brown hair that hung in soft waves to the top of her ass. When she turned to set the tray on the counter and gave me a view of her profile, I sucked in a sharp breath at how fucking beautiful she was.
The sound must have drawn her attention because she turned toward me, and I promptly swallowed my tongue. She had big, twinkling brown eyes, a cute nose, and a rosebud mouth that was meant to be wrapped around my shaft.
Her tits were small but perfectly shaped for my hands. She was thin, but not skinny, all toned muscle and smooth tan skin. Her hips still had the sweetest swell, and I knew they would be perfect for one of my hands to hold while the other yanked her gorgeous long hair as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy.
I shook my head trying to dispel the images before my big, hard dick broke through my jeans and scared the shit out of her.
She smiled as her gaze swept over me. When her eyes returned to my face, they were filled with heat. That was the moment she sealed her fate. This woman was mine. I didn’t care who I had to go through to have her. In the end, she would be wearing my cut and ring, while carrying my baby in her belly.