Chapter 10

"Iam not pregnant," I sputtered. "Which you darn well know since you took my virginity just last night."

"And I didn't use a condom," he reminded me, stroking his thumb across my cheek. "I filled you with so much of my come, I'd be shocked if I didn't already knock you up."

"Oh." My lips formed a perfect circle as the possible outcome of all the unprotected sex we'd had finally dawned on me. "Wow, yeah…I guess you could be right since I'm not on any kind of birth control."

One of his hands dropped down to cover my belly. "I figured you weren't, baby."

"And that doesn't worry you?" I peered up at him and didn't see even the tiniest inkling of concern in his dark gaze. "Do you have a bunch of baby mamas running around with your children or something?"

His lips curved, reminding me of how he'd told me he liked when I got possessive over him. "I can't remember the last time I've been with anyone. It's been that damn long. But one thing I know beyond a shadow of a doubt is that I've never gone bare before last night. You're the only one, Oakley."

"That makes me feel better, but I'm still not sure what to do with the fact that you seem unbothered that you might've already gotten me pregnant when we've only known each other for a day. I still have to finish my bachelor's degree, then three years in law school." My stomach let out a loud growl as Snowball wound around our legs with a plaintive meow. "I think I need breakfast before I try to wrap my head around how quickly things are moving between us, and I definitely need to feed Snowball before he starts yowling the clubhouse down."

He jerked his chin toward the closet. "I put a bunch of your stuff in there. You can get dressed while I feed the fluff ball."

"He's kind of picky about his food." My nose wrinkled. "I hope you grabbed the cans out of the cabinet, or he'll refuse to eat."

Kendrick brushed a quick kiss against my lips before turning me toward the closet with a pat on my butt. "Don't worry, baby. Snowball will be fine. I got everything he'll need."

Swinging open the door to his closet, I found two duffel bags overflowing with my stuff on the floor. "Everything and then some."

By the time I was dressed—after using the bathroom with Kendrick standing guard in front of the door—and ready to head downstairs, Snowball was curled up on the couch with a belly full of his favorite cat food. I gave him a quick scratch behind the ears and looked up at Kendrick with big eyes. "Would it be okay if I bring him down with us? Judging by how much of my stuff you grabbed, it looks as though I'll probably be here for more than just a day, so I'd like for Snowball to get the chance to check out some of the clubhouse."

"Definitely more than a day," he grunted with a nod before guiding me downstairs with his hand on my lower back while I cuddled Snowball against my chest. The delicious scent of breakfast—bacon, for sure—wafted toward us as we neared the kitchen, and my stomach growled again.

"I should have gotten you a snack last night since we worked up an appetite."

My cheeks heated as I recalled all the ways we'd done that. "And I should have taken Cat up on her offer of food when we were in the kitchen, even if I wasn't hungry yet."

"Shit, baby. Sorry, I didn't realize you hadn't gotten anything to eat last night." He pushed the door open and nudged me toward the table. "I would've come down and gotten you something before I got ready this morning."

"I had no idea Doc could be so sweet," Cat cooed from the stove. "Aw, Snowball is even more adorable in person."

"And he didn't make her keep the fluff ball in his room." The man standing next to her flashed us a grin over his shoulder. "I guess the grumpier they are, the harder they fall, kitty cat."

"Shut up, Scout," Kendrick growled, stomping over to the stack of plates at the end of the counter.

"Is that any way to treat your VP?" Scout asked, turning toward Kendrick and crossing his arms over his chest.

He would've been intimidating if it weren't for the obvious spark of humor in his eyes, letting me know he was having a lot of fun pushing Kendrick's buttons. Not that it worked. Kendrick ignored the verbal jab and started to pile a bunch of food onto the plate he grabbed—about half of the bacon piled on a paper-towel-lined plate, a few pancakes with a thick square of butter on top, and several scoops of eggs. After tucking a fork and knife into the hand that was holding the plate of food, he grabbed the container of syrup.

Another guy strode into the kitchen as Kendrick turned toward me. "Thanks, Doc. I would say that you shouldn't have, but I'm fucking starving."

Kendrick yanked the plate out of his reach. "Not for you, Grey."

"C'mon, man. I'm just trying to help you out. That pile of food is a lot, even for you," he teased with a grin.

"It's not just for me." Kendrick stomped toward me and set the plate, silverware, and syrup on the table. "Oakley is hungry."

"Not that hungry," I mumbled at the pile of food in front of me.

"You sure about that, baby?" I blushed at his question since we'd just talked about how I'd worked up my appetite with sex. Brushing my bangs away from my glasses, he explained, "I didn't know what you liked, so I got some of everything and figured we could share."

"Whoa, Doc is willingly sharing his food?" Grey turned to stare at me. "With a chick I didn't even see sitting there? So much for me being observant."

"Don't worry, I tend to blend into the background a lot." I cast a meaningful look at Kendrick, even though he'd seemed pretty set on me not helping them search the judge's office. "Which can be useful in certain situations since most people don't pay much attention to me."

"I don't see how that's possible when you're so fucking gorgeous," he muttered, dropping down on the chair next to me and sliding the full plate between us. They must have bonded last night because Snowball climbed off my lap and onto his.

"Neither can I," Grey agreed with a grin aimed my way. "I spotted you right away last night when you popped up on the courthouse security feed."

"Also not for you," Kendrick grunted, getting to his feet to shrug out of his vest. Then he dropped it over my shoulders and tugged my arms through the holes before sitting back down.

My eyes widened as I tilted my head to stare at him. I assumed that the television shows had gotten a lot wrong about motorcycle clubs since he hadn't acted like any of the bikers on them, but there was something universal on all of the shows—a biker's cut was sacred. If he put it on a woman, he was serious about her.

Then again, considering the fact that he was so blasé about the possibility of getting me pregnant when we'd only met last night, I probably shouldn't be so surprised by this turn of events. Especially not when none of the other people in the kitchen seemed shocked by the sight of me wearing his vest.

"Shit, sorry." He lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I heard you brought the chick from the judge's office back to the clubhouse, but I missed out on the fact that you claimed her. I assumed you were just worried about her tipping him off to the fact that we're onto him before we got what we needed."

Cat rolled her eyes as she moved bacon from the frying pan to the paper-towel-lined plate. "If you didn't figure that out on your own, you were right about not being as observant as usual. Maybe you've been spending too much time at your keyboard lately."

"Or maybe I'm just having fun pushing his buttons," Grey suggested with a grin.

"Leave Doc alone," Scout muttered, flinging his arm around Cat's shoulders and pulling her against his side. "He's finally less of a grump now that he's caught himself some sunshine."

"And earned you fifty bucks," Cat mumbled.

Leaning close to Kendrick, I whispered, "What's she talking about?"

"Nothing important, baby." He glowered at the couple, who were both grinning at us. "They just like to make silly bets with each other to keep things interesting."

I was certain there was more to the story but judging by the way he was glaring at them, I probably didn't want to know. Instead of asking, I gave into my hunger and dug into the stack of pancakes after slathering them with syrup. But I made a mental note to ask Cat about it later.