Chapter Ten

I wake up to the feeling of something tickling my face. Instinctively, I reach up and bat whatever it is away, only to find that it's hair. Then I remember where I am.

Kaitlyn's bed.

I look over and see Kaitlyn is curled up on her side, facing away from me. Very carefully, I prop myself up on my forearm and stare down at her.

Every morning, I can't help but look at her while she sleeps. She just looks so unbothered, and I can't help but be a little jealous. My eyes drift over, and I see Kolby in his little bed that she keeps next to her, still racked the fuck out.

Gently I get out of bed and throw on a pair of sweatpants. After stopping in the bathroom to take a quick piss, I head out to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee. I pour two cups and head out to the front porch, where I know I'll find Fang.

"Morning," I rasp, with sleep still in my voice.

Fang looks over at me and smirks. "Did you forget to get dressed before gracing me with your presence?"

I hand him his cup of coffee and rest my now free hand on my abs. "What, and hide all of this?"

He rolls his eyes and brings his cup up to his lips. "Thanks for this. I need it."

"What time did you get in?"

"About thirty minutes ago." He runs his hand over his face. "I won't lie, I'm starting to think I'm too old for all-nighters."

"Did you find someone to spend the night with?" I smirk.

"I wish. No, I went and sat on the club."

"I told you to take the night for yourself."

"I know, but I just wanted to see the club with my own eyes without them knowing I was watching."

"And…"

He shakes his head. "Besides a bunch of them being young and dumb? I got nothing. I didn't see a single thing that would raise alarm flags."

"What's your gut say?" I ask as I bring my cup to my mouth.

"Not everyone is involved. If I had to guess, it's a select few who are dirty. I just don't know who."

"How do we find out?"

He looks over at me. "Besides asking Trigger to go through and see if anyone's bank account is fatter than it should be? I don't know. I would say an inside man, but that's too fucking risky at this point."

"And they wouldn't trust anyone poking around." I nod, following his line of thought.

"Exactly."

"So we keep sitting on them and hope something pans out.

"Unfortunately, and we're approaching on our three-month grace period."

"Yeah, Tiny reminded me of that the last time I stopped by. I don't think any of them took it too well when I told them we weren't going anywhere until we figured out who killed my dad."

Fang smirks. "I bet they didn't."

"Have you heard from back home?" I ask, referring to Vegas.

"Yeah, everything is quiet right now. They are on standby if we need them."

"Fuck, if you ever tell anyone I said this, I'll deny it, but I kind of miss those bastards."

Fang chuckles. "You and me both. Fuck, I could go for some of Elenore's cooking right about now."

I groan just thinking about it. "Hell yes, and just think, Honk gets to eat her food every night."

"Lucky bastard. I hope she pulls through," Fang says, shaking his head with a smile on his lips.

"Me too. I can't imagine what he's going through."

"Me either."

The front door opens, and we both look over.

Kaitlyn pops her head out and smiles at the two of us. "Morning, boys. Are you two almost done sitting out here gossiping like old women?"

I scoff, placing my hand on my chest. "We are men, we don't gossip."

The corners of her lips kick up. "Whatever helps you sleep at night. Anyway, I was wondering if you guys are hungry. I was thinking about making some bacon, hash browns, and eggs."

"That sounds awesome, if you don't mind making some for me, I'd appreciate it," Fang tells her.

"I'll help." I go to get out of the chair, but she waves at me to stop.

"I got this. You two stay out here and talk about whatever. I'll let you know when it's done."

"Thanks, babe," I tell her.

She ducks back inside, only to pop back out for a second. "And Fang, I expect you to eat with us at the table for once," she says before slamming the door shut.

Fang chuckles. "Demanding little thing."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"How's it going with her?"

"Really fucking well, all things considered."

"Glad to hear it, man. You deserve a little piece of heaven in our fucked-up world."

"Thanks."

"Have you thought about what comes next yet?"

"You mean, have we talked about where we're going to live?" I shake my head. "No, and before you say it, I know we need to. I just don't want to. I don't know if I can ask her to leave the only home she's ever known and her family, but at the same time, I don't know if I could give up you guys."

"I get it, we're pretty great," he says, making me chuckle. "No matter what, though, you need to sit down and talk about it. Hell, maybe go home for a week and show her what it would be like."

"Maybe, that's not a bad idea." I sigh, rubbing a hand over my face. "But all of that will have to wait. I can't leave here. Not yet."

Fang stands and slaps me on the shoulder. "Come on, forget I said anything. Let's go inside and eat. If you're lucky, I won't tell your woman about all the embarrassing shit you've done."

"You wouldn't…" I say as I stand.

Fang smirks over his shoulder as he steps inside. "Wouldn't I, though?"

"Dammit." I curse under my breath when I hear Kolby cry.

The eggs are almost done, and if I walk away from them, even for a second, they will burn. His cries grow louder, making me cringe.

Fuck it , I think as I set down the spatula. Right as I do, the front door opens.

"I got him!" Colt calls out.

"Thank you!" I holler as I turn off the burner.

"Do you need any help?" Fang asks as he stops at the island.

"Sure, if you want to take the hash browns and bacon to the table, I would appreciate it," I tell him as I slide the eggs onto a serving plate.

"Of course."

I meet him at the table, and we set the food down right as Colt comes out, holding Kolby.

"Let me grab him a bottle," I say as I turn back toward the kitchen.

"Sit," Colt demands. "I got it. Eat while it's hot."

"What if I want to feed him while you eat first?"

Colt shoots me a look that tells me to stop trying.

Fang chuckles under his breath as he sits down across from me.

I look over at the man I hardly know as I sit. "I'm so glad you think this is funny. Grab what you want."

"Not happening, sweetheart. In our club, our women eat first," Fang tells me.

Colt slaps Fang on the back of the head as he passes him.

"Ow," Fang groans, his hand rubbing the back of his head.

"Don't call my woman sweetheart," Colt says as he sits down next to me and begins feeding Kolby.

I raise a brow and look at my baby daddy. "Was that really necessary?"

"It was, now eat," he says.

"So demanding," I tease as I fill my plate.

"I'll show you demanding," he says under his breath, making me duck my head to hide my smile.

"This is great, Kaitlyn, thank you," Fang says as he digs in.

"Of course. It's the least I could do since you came down here when you didn't have to," I tell him as I cut my hash brown.

He shakes his head. "It's nothing really."

"Agree to disagree. Now tell me, what do I need to know about my baby daddy that he doesn't want me to know?" I say in a conspiratorial tone.

"Absolutely not," Colt demands, making Fang throw his head back and laugh.

"I told you, brother," Fang tells him before looking at me. "Has he ever told you about the mechanical bull?"

I look over at Colt and raise my eyebrows when he groans. "No, he hasn't."

"So we were all at the clubhouse one night, right after he got there, and we were giving him hell like good brothers do. We were giving him shit about being from Texas, asking him things like, do you know how to make barbecue, do you know how to hog-tie someone, absolutely ridiculous shit. This dumbass says that he had ridden a bull." Fang points his fork at Colt. "And it was an obvious lie. Well, Honk's wife chimes in and says that there's a new bar in town that has a mechanical one and that he should give it a ride to prove to us he's done it."

"Okay, that's enough," Colt says, trying to cut him off.

"Oh no, Spencer. I want to hear this." I turn back to Fang, seeing the surprise on his face. "Go on, Fang."

Fang keeps going. "So we all load up in a van we have, and we set off to this bar. We get there, and he walks up to this thing all cock sure and tells the person working not to take it easy on him. What he didn't see was the attendant smirk. That bastard turned it all the way up on our boy, and needless to say, he went flying off in under five seconds."

By the time Fang finishes the story, I have tears running down my face from laughing so hard.

"That is fantastic." I wheeze between fits of laughter.

"You're going to pay for that," Colt tells him.

"I'm not worried." Fang shrugs before looking back at me. "Have you ever been to Vegas?"

"No, I haven't."

"I think you would like it. We have a good group of guys, and the ones who are in relationships have some pretty awesome women. A couple of the guys have kids, so there's always something going on."

"Does everyone spend a lot of time there?" I ask.

"Depends on what's happening. Honk's daughter is in high school, so he's trying to keep her as far away from the club right now as he can. Harlee's a wild card, and knowing his luck, she would have her way with a prospect. Then a couple of the guys have little ones, and they might stop by from time to time. Then one brother rarely brings his kids around," Colt tells me.

Fang nods. "Yeah, our brother Midnight has a set of twins and a crazy baby momma. She has custody, but he has visitation. He is trying to keep his nose as clean as possible so she doesn't try and take them away for good."

"Oh wow. I can't imagine not being with Kolby every day." I hold out my hands. "I'm finished, so why don't I hold him while you eat."

Colt hands Kolby over. "Yeah, his baby momma is a piece of work, and I'm saying that in the nicest way possible. Trust me, their time with him is a blessing. He tried fighting for them once, but the judge bought her act hook, line, and sinker."

I think about our situation. If Colt decides to go back to Vegas and wants visitation, would that mean I would have to be without Kolby sometimes? I can't even imagine.

"That's great that he's taking it seriously, though. It seems like he really cares for his children," I say as I adjust Kolby in my arms.

And it is. I don't know any guys in my dad's club who would take a step back if it meant putting their kids first. Don't get me wrong, they are all great guys, but they love the club life a little too much to step back.

A phone goes off.

"Sorry," Fang says as he takes his phone out of his pocket. "I need to take this. I'm sorry to eat and bounce."

"No go, it's all good." I wave him away.

"Yeah?" he says as he walks out of the house.

I look back at Colt. "Don't you want to heat that up?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, it's fine the way it is."

"It's no trouble, really," I tell him.

He smiles at me. "I know, but it tastes just as good like this. Why make you go through extra effort?"

I shake my head. "I need to go put him down. He's ready for a nap."

"I'll clean up in here," he tells me as I walk away.

I want to tell him to leave it for me, but I know he won't. I have never been so annoyed with a man for wanting to actually help.

It takes several minutes to get Kolby to go down for a short nap. I know he won't be asleep long, but he will sleep soundly.

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I smile down at him.

Then I shut him in his room before heading to my own. As I pass the bathroom, I hear the water falling from the shower. Colt is likely in there washing up for the day. I pause, thinking about him all naked and soaped up. He probably looks gorgeous.

Biting my bottom lip, I consider what I want to do.

I could continue on to my bedroom and get ready for my day. I have laundry to do, and I need to go through the clothes Kolby has already grown out of.

Or…

I step into the bathroom as quietly as possible, closing the door behind me. The steam in the room makes it feel foggy. Somehow, that makes me feel more sensual as I strip out of my clothes. Colt hasn't noticed me yet, his face is under the water.

Pulling the curtain back, I step inside the shower, then drop to my knees in front of him. When he turns, he frowns at the empty space in front of him until he glances down. His eyes heat as he takes me in.

"Little Mama, what are you doing on your knees? Do you want something?" he tells me, cupping the side of my face.

I watch as his cock hardens in front of my eyes. I never enjoyed blow jobs much, but after last night, I want to do this for him. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

"Yes," I tell him, moving my head closer to him.

His hands tighten in my hair to stop me. I look up at him.

"Are you going to take my cock into your mouth? Suck me right to the back of your throat like the good girl you are?" he asks.

"Spencer," I moan at his words.

"That's right, baby. Moan my name. Do you want me to use that throat like it's my own personal toy? You want me to wreck that throat for all others?"

My pussy clenches as my mouth starts to salivate. This is the Colt I met in that bar. The one who treated me like a dirty little secret.

Don't get me wrong, I love the caring father persona he has adapted, but this side of him turns me on like no other.

"Please fuck my throat," I beg him.

He smirks down at me. "Such a good girl, Little Mama. Open your mouth for me."

He hooks his thumb in the corner of my mouth as my jaw drops. Then he takes his free hand and grasps his cock as he sets it on my bottom lip. Then he threads both hands into my hair as he slowly presses into my mouth.

He starts off shallow, giving me time to adjust as I wrap my lips as tight as I can around him. As I start to get the hang of it, he picks up his pace, thrusting deeper and deeper into my mouth. It's so powerful seeing him losing control. The rougher he gets, the wetter I get. When my nose finally meets his skin, his cock all the way down my throat, my eyes are watering as I choke against his cock.

He holds me against him for several swallows before he pulls back. I suck in a breath through my nose as he allows me a moment of reprieve. Then he does it again.

Over and over, he uses my throat as he finds his own pleasure. The feel of his cum on the back of my throat has me worked up and ready for more.

When he pulls out of my mouth, I stand, kissing him deeply.

"Fuck me, Spencer. I need your cock inside me," I tell him.

He pushes me against the wall, dropping to his knees instead.

"Spencer, no. I want your cock."

He laughs. "You just had my cock, Little Mama."

"Not in my pussy. Fuck me, damn it."

He stands, his fingers finding my opening as he begins to finger me. When he curls his fingers up, I gasp at the sudden burst of pleasure.

"I know you want me. I want you too. I wasn't planning on this, though. I don't have protection, and as much as I would love to have a million babies with you, I think Kolby needs our attention right now."

I moan as I grind down on his hand.

"I'm breastfeeding. I think we still have like a month of protection," I tell him.

"That's not entirely true. While there are studies that show that breastfeeding can have some birth control properties, it is not one hundred percent. I won't risk you like that."

"Why do you have to be so logical?" I groan.

"Shhh. Now I am going to get on my knees and I am going to eat your pussy like it'll be my last meal. Lord knows it would be the only meal I would ask for on death row."

Then he does exactly as he says, dropping to his knees and bringing me to orgasm twice.

By the time he's done, I'm left wondering if I will be able to give this up when he moves back to Vegas.