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  “No fucking way.” I hadn’t meant to speak out loud, but the words were out before I knew it. Ryan turned to look at me, confusion clear on her face. I kept my eyes on the large man in a leather vest and tight t-shirt. Anger spiked in me as I remembered my expensive broken camera lens. Pointing at him, I shouted, “YOU! You owe me a camera lens, dick head.”

  “Wha…” Ryan’s gaze rapidly switched from me to the man who’d kicked me, then back again. He stood from his chair, probably trying to make himself appear bigger and scarier, but I was too pissed to really take notice of how much bigger he was than me upclose. It was just Ryan, me and this man, whom she’d claimed was her brother. Family be damned, this jerk had asshole stamped on his forehead, or he should. Even the look on his face as he crossed his large arms over his chest, lifting an eye brow at my outburst told me, clearly he didn’t think much of me either.

  “That is the asshole who broke my camera the other day.” I pointed at the man again before turning to look at Ryan. I had been calm until I’d seen him sitting there, looking all smug, handsome and assholish. I couldn’t seem to stop myself from ranting, “Your brother is the one that owes me a new camera lens. He’s the dick who thinks it’s okay to kick a pregnant woman.” I threw my hands in the air and spun back to face him. “Oh, and then he gets to be upset. Not because he kicked a woman or a pregnant woman, but because she was in his way. How dare she!” All the while I talked the man stood there with that damn smug look on his face, like I wasn’t yelling at him. Proving my point even more.

  “Wait…” Ryan turned towards the man, putting her hands on her hips. I’d never seen her angry before, but I was glad to not be on the other side of the glare she was directing at him. “Really, Wrench? You’re the motherfucker with no manners? You kick a lady, a pregnant lady at that, then act like you are the one put out? I knew you were a dick, but that’s a whole new level, even for you.”

  “That’s not what happened.” Wrench sighed, uncrossing his arms. He didn’t even glance in my direction. All his attention was on Ryan, which irritated me even more. Apparently, he didn’t need to explain himself to me. I scoffed and crossed my arms under my breasts.

  “That’s exactly what happened.” I glared at him. Turning on my heel, I grumbled to myself the whole way back through the house to my room. I slammed my door before leaning against it. I was breathing hard, my heart racing. There was something about that man that instantly pissed me off. Since I’d put distance between us, I was cooling down. It must have something to do with the raging hormones, because I’d never yelled at someone like that. Normally, I was a much calmer person. Another side effect of pregnancy? I was going with that excuse since I couldn’t think of any other reason. The why didn’t matter. What did matter was getting myself under control. That could not happen again. I had the feeling he wasn’t a man who let women yell at him and not retaliate in some way.

  Kicking off my flip flops, I climbed onto the bed just as there was a knock on my door. I knew it was Ryan just by the soft knock. Taking a deep, calming breath, I called out for her to come in.

  She entered, shutting the door quietly. “So…” She rocked back on her heels as she tucked her hands into her pockets. “That was Wrench. Apparently he is more of a dick than I thought.”

  I patted the bed and scooted over so she could sit next to me. She sat on the foot of the bed, facing me. “It’s okay. I feel a little embarrassed I yelled at him like that.”

  “Nah, he deserved it. Although, he swears he didn’t know you were pregnant at the time and he didn’t know who you were when you ran into each other. It doesn’t excuse him from having his head so far up his ass. Don’t worry, I gave him a piece of my mind too for not being nicer to a woman he’d just knocked over.” Ryan smiled proudly for a moment before giving me a sober look. “You really have to be careful. Getting upset like that can’t be good for the babies.”

  “I know. I know. I need to keep calm, but it was like the instant my eyes landed on him a switch flipped and I couldn’t help it.” I played with the ends of my hair, feeling a wave of exhaustion come over me. “I’d like to take a nap. Is he going to come kill me in my sleep?” I tried to make it a joke, but failed miserably. I didn’t think he’d really do that, but from some of the stories I’d heard from Ellis, I wouldn’t be surprised if he would either.

  “I doubt it. I think he found you amusing, to be honest. He’s so used to women letting him do whatever he wants that he didn’t know what to say when you yelled at him. Plus, I think he’s thrown off by you being pregnant since he hasn’t really ever been around pregnant women from what I know.” Ryan stood and smoothed the bed where she’d been sitting. “Why don’t you lie down for a while? I’ll be across the hall or in Wrench’s office working. I’ll keep my phone on so if you need me, I’ll be just a text or phone call away.”

  “Thank you. I feel a bit crazy, but they say pregnancy can make you do strange things.” Saying it didn’t make me feel better. Sure, he deserved everything I yelled at him, but I could’ve not yelled the moment my eyes had landed on him. Ryan left as I snuggled down into the bed and attempted to take a nap. Too bad my overactive imagination took over every time I closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was awake or sleeping or somewhere between the two.

  When I opened my eyes Wrench was sitting in his office wearing in a suit, just like the way I’d seen him the first time we met. Rising from his chair, he let his jacket drop off his shoulders to the floor. His vibrant eyes locked with mine as he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. Biting down on my bottom lip, I was transfixed as his bare chest was slowly exposed. His chest was covered with colorful tattoos that came into view one button at a time. I knew I was asleep when a sexy as hell smile tilted his lips and he took a step towards me. His shirt dropped to the ground behind him as his hands went to his small, expensive looking belt.

  Just as he was sliding the belt out of his pants, I was startled awake. My mouth was dry, my panties were wet and I was disoriented. It had been a vivid, hot as hell dream of a man I had a distaste for. He seemed different in the dream, though. Sexy, rugged —and he wanted me, that much had been clear. The asshole vibe that smacked me in the face the two times I’d been around him was gone and was replaced with hunger…for me.

  Fanning my face with my hand, I got out of bed and went to the restroom. A splash of cool water on my face helped me push the dream from my head. I looked at the mirror while I was standing there. My little tummy barely showed in the dress I had on, but it was still strange to see myself with it. I’d always been fairly thin but with curvy hips thanks to great genetics.

  Speaking of being pregnant, the babies were hungry. My stomach rumbled loudly again, which must’ve been what had woken me up in the first place. I hadn’t eaten since early in the morning and I hadn’t kept most of it down. Hopefully, I could hold onto whatever I ate next. With that thought, I slipped out of my sleep-wrinkled dress and put on sweat shorts and a tank top that was tight against my belly, then went to find Ryan.

  I hoped she was in her room, because I didn’t think I was ready to go back to Wrench’s office. Hell, I could go the rest of my time at the house without another run-in with him and been completely content. After knocking a few times on Ryan’s door and getting no answer, I gave up and returned to my room to find my phone. I sent her a text and sat on the bed for a few moments waiting to hear back. When my stomach growled again, I decided I’d go to the kitchen on my own.

  Hopefully, I could get in, get food and get out before anyone else came in.

  ~Patrick~

  The bitch was fucking crazy. So what? I broke her damn camera. It’s just a fucking camera. Seriously couldn’t cost that much to replace. It’d been her fault she’d been in my way to begin with anyway. Then she thinks she can just stomp her ass in here in some frilly dress and scream at me. Women are so crazy.

  After Ryan had told me I was a dick and threw whatever she could grab on my desk at me, which happened to be my
phone, she’d left. I sat behind my desk, pulling out my bottle of whiskey; After filling my glass, I returned it to its spot. Looking through reports for the business, I sipped — some days I hated it, some days I enjoyed the challenge of making it work.

  I’d always hidden what we did from Ryan. She thought we did something with women —hookers or prostitutes. That wasn’t necessarily true. We dabbled a little bit in everything illegal that we could get our hands in. Since she’d returned home from her time in the Marines, I’d been trying to get my shit clean. I’d already had the beer company by then, but I switched my focus to it and worked to make it the main source of income for the club.

  Who knew a bunch of rough and rowdy bikers could actually do a decent job of making beer? Granted, it wasn’t actually my men in the brewery and bars were the ones that sold it, it was still us behind it. I had a handful of men who went around helping find new places that might be willing to sample and sell our products. It was why I got to wear the monkey suit. I hated it. It wasn’t my thing, but I also knew at some point I had to do the right thing. Ryan would never accept what we were doing and if I wanted to keep what little blood family I had left near me, I would do what I had to. Especially if there were going to be little ones around. I didn’t care about children, but I know if anything were to happen to Ryan and Dirty’s brats because of me or the club, I’d lose her forever.

  Before I knew it, hours had passed, as had a couple glasses of whiskey. I pushed back from the computer and rubbed my sore eyes. Time to get food or I’d be passing out long before I was ready to. Always more work to do.

  Leaving my office, I went to the kitchen. Thankfully, it was empty. I grabbed a bottle of water and a piece of pizza out of the box in the fridge. Shoving the pizza into my mouth so I could twist off the top of the water, I turned just as Melia entered the kitchen.

  She was no longer in the girly dress from before. The shorts and a skin-tight tank she wore emphasized her swollen belly. When she’d walked in she didn’t see me right away. I knew the instant she did though because her back straightened and a soft groan left her lips. I set my water down and chewed my bit of pizza, watching her.

  “What are you doing in here?” Melia said, glaring at me as she crossed her arms under her perky little tits. The movement only pushed them up and together, showing me more cleavage, which wasn’t half bad if you could get past her attitude.

  “I live here. Maybe I should ask what the fuck you are doing here. I thought you were too afraid of everyone in the house to go out of your room without an escort.” I tried not to laugh at how ridiculous that was. Then again, I’d never been a pregnant female in a house filled with unknown men.

  “I’m hungry. I was hoping I could sneak down here and get food without running into anyone. Instead, I get to deal with you.” I could hear her stomach growl from across the room and she shifted her feet restlessly.

  “Get food. You are entirely too skinny anyway.” I motioned towards the fridge. I might be a dick, but I wasn’t going to let the poor girl starve.

  “I’m not that skinny. Plus, it hasn’t helped that I can’t keep anything down because of this wonderful pregnancy.” She groaned as she looked in the fridge. I expected her to grab arm fulls of food. To my surprise, she grabbed a bottle of water and shut the door.

  “That’s not food,” I observed out loud, leaning back against the counter. Taking another bite of my pizza, I saw what appeared to be envy cross her face while I chewed.

  “Yeah, well, these kids don’t like for me to eat. Did you not just hear what I said?” She rolled her eyes and walked to the other side of the kitchen again. I got her message loud and clear; she didn’t want me near her.

  “I did, but I heard your stomach as well.”

  “You got any chicken broth in this place? That’s the only thing I can keep down.” She looked around. I’d guess for a pantry; which we didn’t have.

  “Yeah, here.” I moved to show her the cabinets we used as a make-shift pantry since for some stupid reason the house hadn’t come with one. I pulled out a can of chicken broth and handed it to her. “Will that work?”

  “Yes, thank you.” I swear I almost saw the corner of her mouth lift up, but it was gone in a flash.

  “Oh, you can smile and have manners. I was beginning to think you didn’t know what those were.” I couldn’t stop the smart-ass comment before it came out of my lips.

  “And I thought you had lost the asshole personality. Oh wait, can’t change the way someone is.” Melia moved away again.

  “Whatever, bitch. Take your chicken broth and go back to your hidey-hole.” I flipped her off and walked out of the room. I had been trying to be nice. Maybe it was because I had a couple drinks in my system, maybe it was because seeing the bulge of her pregnant belly had made me feel sorry for her, but she’d quickly helped me remember why I needed to stay far away from her for the next few weeks until she finally got the hell out of the house. No one calls me an asshole and gets away with it. I didn’t care for the face she made to go with how she said it, either.

  I flopped down onto the couch in the game room. There were a few guys playing pool and of course as soon as I was sitting, the whores that were around came to me. I wasn’t really in the mood to deal with them, but I wasn’t completely against a distraction either.

  “How are you doing, sweetie?” a blonde asked, slipping onto the couch next to me. Her large fake tits were barely covered by her top. Her ass hung out of the back of her tiny skirt. I doubted she even had on panties under it. It’s how they got to stick around. If they weren’t easy, they didn’t stay. If my men wanted a woman they had to work to get in, they’d go look for it elsewhere. Why did the women stay around if they were used for sex? Who the fuck knew. Maybe they were hoping to get knocked up and become an old lady, although that rarely happened on either account.

  “Hey, baby.” On my other side, a little redhead appeared wearing attire that wasn’t much different from the blonde’s. Both of them were instantly rubbing and touching me. I closed my eyes and rested my head back on the couch.

  “Don’t talk.” I growled. I didn’t want to hear them. Their mindless jabbering only annoyed me anyway. I didn’t actually think either of them was sexy, but they could suck me off if they needed something to do and I wouldn’t complain. I grabbed a fistful of the redhead’s hair and pulled her to me. As I slammed her mouth to mine, I motioned from the blonde to my crotch to show her what I expected from her.

  My tongue assaulted the tiny redhead’s mouth. She tried to keep up, her moans getting caught in our kiss.The blonde moved quickly to my jeans, unbuttoning them to release my hard cock. As soon as it was free, she had her mouth on it, sucking it deep. Keeping my hand wrapped in the redhead’s hair, I moved my other hand over to pull up the back of the blonde’s skirt. She moved to help me have access to her pussy. Just as I expected, it was wet and I slipped a finger into her.

  The redhead was grinding her hips into my side impatiently. Releasing her hair, I slid my hand down her chest to cup one of her tits before continue downward. Sliding my hand up under her skirt, I found she too had no panties on. Having nothing in my way, I pushed two fingers into her and moved them with the same rhythm as my other hand, which had fallen into the same pattern that the blonde was making on my cock. Shit, that felt good. Two pussies, a good kisser and lips wrapped around my cock.

  I let them continue grinding their pussies on my fingers for a few moments until even that grew boring. Pulling my fingers out, I wiped them on their skirts before slipping my hand into the blonde’s hair, yanking her off my cock. The redhead pulled out a condom from her bra and smiled at me.

  “Put it on,” I said as I pulled the blonde to my lips. As she bit my lower lip, the red-head slipped the condom on my cock. Before I could even tell her what to do, she was straddling me, pushing the blonde out of her way and taking my cock in her hand to direct it into her pussy. The blonde grunted from the shove the redhead had given her, whi
ch made me smile. My smile faded as soon as the redhead took me into her warm, wet body. It was my turn to grunt, but mine was from pleasure. I grabbed the blonde’s hips and lifted her up until she was kneeling on the back of the couch, her pussy right over my face. Her fingers threaded into my hair so she wouldn’t fall as she lowered herself to my face.

  Holding onto her ass with my hands, I dragged my tongue up her slit. The redhead was bouncing up and down on my cock, teasing my nipples through my shirt. She was trying to keep my attention even with another woman in my face, but I could get them both off and myself too if she’d just calm that shit down. Pushing my tongue between the blonde’s lips, I teased her clit. While the blonde rotated her hips, rubbing her clit on my tongue, I let go of her with one hand so I could grab a hold of the redhead’s hip. Guiding her, I showed her if she rocked her hips, it’d let my dick go deeper and it’d feel better for both of us.

  The blonde was grinding her pussy on my face and moaning loudly. Teasing her, I rimmed her pussy with two fingers as I gathered her juices on them. I dragged my fingers back to her other opening, moving the moisture there. After returning to gather moisture twice more, I pushed a finger into the puckered opening causing the blonde to pull on my hair and come. She shouted her release out for the whole room to hear before falling over onto the couch beside me, breathing hard.

  I wiped my face off on my shirt before looking at the redhead to see she was barely holding on. She had sweat running down her forehead and her eyes were half closed. Grabbing onto both her hips, I bucked mine at the same time I moved her fast and hard on my cock. She screamed out her release, while I continued to move her on my body until finally I came, filling the condom with my come. As soon as my cock stopped pulsing with my release, I pushed her off me and put my cock back in my pants, condom and all.