“No, of course not. But you’re the only guy I’ve ever fucked without a rubber.”
My lips twitched at her lie. “I ain’t your baby daddy, Bubbles.”
“You are!” she spat, snarling the words at me like an irritated cat.
Folding my arms across my chest, I demanded, “Okay, so when did the immaculate conception happen?”
“Eight weeks ago, at your daddy’s b’day party.”
Deciding to see where this bullshit story was going, I tapped the toe of my boot against the floor. It made a thumping noise that would piss off the brother sleeping or fucking underneath me, but it was either that or start kicking shit.
Impatient, see? Patience and tolerance weren’t the virtues I had in spades.
“Oh yeah, I remember the party. Don’t remember fucking you though.”
“You always fuck me,” she hissed, and damn, was that pride in her voice?
“Not that night.” I’d remember too. I’d spent all night with Ama. She’d come down to the party, we’d had a few beers, and I’d taken her back to her room with Keys. As she’d fallen asleep, the pair of us had too, and we’d awoken the next morning sandwiching her.
I swear to fuck, that was the best night’s sleep I’d ever had.
Of course, the threat of losing a hand hadn’t made the night wholly pleasurable. If her daddies had found out about us being there, hell, we’d have been lucky just to lose a hand.
Bubbles’ eyes began to dart around her shitty bedroom, a place that was loaded down with so much shit she belonged on a TLC show, and if she licked her fucking lips one more time, hell, I wasn’t going to be held responsible for my actions.
“You know you’re the daddy, Saint,” she pleaded.
“No, I don’t. I always wear a rubber. Always. I’m not about to touch you without one.” And fuck, I didn’t even leave the rubber in her room. Even now, it was still on my cock and would be until I made it into my bathroom where I’d flush it down the toilet.
Sweetbutts were notorious for pulling this shit on single brothers.
To be fair, most of my MC brethren didn’t have the smarts I did. Not only did I make sure to always use a condom, I never allowed myself to get that drunk where I lost all my faculties. No bitch could ever claim I was drunk and couldn’t remember the sex. No woman would ever be able to magically impregnate herself…
Yeah, I knew it sounded crazy, and I was probably coming off as a real dick, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Bubbles was trying to find a way to stake a claim on me. To get something out of me that wasn’t hers to have.
If any woman was going to have my babies, it was Ama. Not this bitch.
Goddammit.
If there was ever proof I needed to stop fucking around and get a claim on my woman, this was it.
If I’d been anyone else, then she might have been able to pull this dick move. I might have believed her, and even though I’d have made her get a DNA test when the kid was born, for all these months of her pregnancy, I’d have been obligated to hang around her, to treat her with consideration when the lying bitch didn’t deserve any.
Rubbing a hand over my chin, I murmured, “Bubbles, you need to blame that baby on some other unlucky fucker.” Before she could do more than scream my name, I headed out the door.
When I saw Keys waiting there, I frowned at him. “The fuck are you doing out here?”
He snorted. “Waiting on you. Dumbass.”
“You heard?”
“I heard.” His eyes narrowed. “You sure it’s not yours?”
“Sure as fuck.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You know who else she’s been boning?”
“Everyone,” he retorted.
“Wonder why she thought she could pull that move on me then.”
“You don’t think she’s right?”
“She said I didn’t use a rubber with her the night of my pop’s birthday party.”
That made his eyes darken. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” I walked away from Bubbles’ small bedroom, and when I was far enough away that I knew she wouldn’t be able to hear, hissed at my bro, “If you think I was about to sneak out of Ama’s room in the middle of the night to go and fuck that ho, you’re nuts.”
He raised his hands. “Understood.”
I tipped my chin. “Good. Just don’t understand why she’d try to pin that shit on me, you know?”
“Because Ama is soft-hearted, and she knows Ama would probably convince you to be a proper daddy?”
Rage swirled inside me. “Fuck off. You can’t mean that.”
He shrugged. “I’ve seen her hanging around Ama the past few days.”
“They been talking?”
“Not sure.” He laughed a little. “You know what she’s like. Off in her own world.”
Yeah, I knew that, and as much as I loved Ama for it, it also made me nervous as shit. For someone who should be hyperaware thanks to her background, she wasn’t. It was like she was in a bubble now. One that Keys, her daddies, and I would kill to keep her in.
Scraping a hand over my face, I scented something that turned my stomach—Bubbles’ pussy on my fingers. Grunting, I mumbled, “I need to shower.”
“You only have about thirty minutes before we’re setting off,” Keys warned.
I shrugged. “So? That’s long enough.”
“Ama wants to say bye. You know that takes ages.”
Lips twitching, I hauled ass and headed back to my room. Keys clambered in after me and, pulling out his cell, lay flat out on my bed jingling his fucking keys as he caught up with his messages as I went and cleaned up.
The shower didn’t take long. Just long enough to dispose of the sticky condom, to get rid of the scent of that bitch off my hands, and to clean my dick off.
After I rubbed a towel over my body, I jumped back into my cut, jeans, tee, and boots, and returned to my room.
Seeing Ama sitting cross-legged at Keys’ side had me shaking my head at her. “What are you doing in here?”
She smirked at me. “Was hoping for a show.”
A startled laugh escaped me, but I wasn’t sure why. Ama, though she was away with the fairies a lot, actually had a vulgar sense of humor. I wasn’t sure where she’d gotten it from—well, with four biker dads, I guess I didn’t have to look far for the culprit—but the shit she came out with usually had Keys and me chuckling.
Though I was amused, I cocked a brow at her. “You’re not supposed to be up here.”
She shrugged. “Not supposed to do a lot of things, but I do them anyway.”
Keys snorted. “Just call you rebel, huh?” he teased from behind his phone.
“I’m not a rebel, but I’m certainly not an angel, and I’m tired of you thinking I am.” She huffed and folded her arms across her chest.
The move plumped up her tits, and the way she pouted? Christ, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about using those tits to get myself off in a titty fuck that would be better than any other I’d ever experienced. Especially if it ended with her opening up those pillowy lips and sucking on the tip of my cock.
She was beautiful, my Ama. Like sin and sass had come together to make the impossible—an angel in hell. I didn’t care what she said, didn’t care how hard she argued. She was an angel. In both spirit and looks.