Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
She didn’t answer him. Instead, she reached out and took Umberto from him. “Hello, little guy. Oh dear, you do smell quite badly, don’t you?” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You’re so cute. Come on, we’re going to teach, Uncle Big, er, George, Uncle Big George, how to clean your diaper, so that it’s nice and clean, and you’re not having to cry.”
She held Umberto close. The little guy reached out for her hair and began playing with it.
Big Dick looked at her, a little taken aback. There was no way she was supposed to look so … natural.
And why do you suddenly want to be the one to put a kid inside her?
Hands clenched at his sides, he refused to think about impregnating the priest’s daughter. This would piss off Smokey. His life at the clubhouse would be a nightmare. No, he couldn’t allow that to happen.
“Is everything okay?” Larissa asked.
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll let you deal with the shitty diaper.”
“Don’t be silly. Come on, you claim that you don’t have a clue, even though I’ve heard you bragging about how much you remember from taking care of your sister. It’s time for a little crash course in remembering.”
Big Dick couldn’t believe it. She had known he was lying.
He rubbed the back of his head. “I, er, I don’t know.”
“And it’s about time to be taught, especially with what all the women say in town.”
He tensed up. “All the women?”
“You’re famous, George. Your name precedes you, and a lot of women like to talk about how good you are.”
Shit. Fuck. This wasn’t good. “No one should be talking about me.”
Larissa laughed. “It’s fine, but I imagine with how many women you … date, it’s only going to be a matter of time before you’re a daddy of your own.”
This wasn’t a good conversation.
She started to walk toward the changing rooms, but Big Dick was pissed off. The women he was with shouldn’t be talking about their time with him. They should be learning to keep their mouths shut. It was none of their fucking business who he spent time with.
Anger raced down his spine, but he quickly pushed it aside. Larissa didn’t deserve his anger. She hadn’t done anything wrong.
The women he’d been with, they were to blame.
Following behind Larissa, he couldn’t help but look at her ass as she walked in front of him. She always wore freaking dresses. The kind that rarely molded to her body. She never showed off her body, even when she wore the dresses, but he knew she had a stunning body. Full tits, ass, and hips. He’d even caught sight of her thick thighs. On a particularly windy day, the wind had lifted the skirt of her dress up, and he’d seen how sexy they were. He’d also thought many times about how good it would be to have them wrapped around his body.
Get your head out of your ass.
This is the priest’s daughter.
She isn’t yours.
She will never be yours.
He was going to have to listen to himself because a part of him wanted her to belong to him.
****
Harlow was annoyed.
In the drama of Abriana and Ugly Beast arriving, then of course, Ava, Hunter had made his escape. She was so irritated by him.
At least the finishing touches had already been in place for Smokey, so he didn’t need to worry about the perfect gift for Ava. Harlow, Raven, Abriana, and Larissa, along with the club, had done everything Smokey asked.
She was so impressed with what they’d gotten done. It looked amazing. The tree was stunning.
Larissa had done wonders with the baking as well. The fresh bread she’d cooked had been gone within minutes. The guys were begging for her to come to the clubhouse to make it regularly.
Harlow looked around the kitchen, but there was no sign of Hunter. She made her way around the clubhouse, even going toward the games section, but he was nowhere to be found.
She had noticed many of the men were giving her a wide birth, and she figured that had something to do with her brother. Not that she cared about any of the men. Nope. She wanted to figure out Hunter.
Who you should leave.
This isn’t a good idea.
You need to leave.
He’s not for you.
She made her way back to the kitchen, but this time, she saw some dishes mounting up near the sink.
Raven had warned her to not even attempt to get into the dishes, as the guys would take full advantage of it. She hated the mess though. After rolling up her sweater sleeves, she shoved her hands into the water and started to do the dishes.
As she did, she happened to look up and cried out as Hunter was on the other side of the window, staring at her.
Her heart raced. Fuck, that was freaking scary.