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There were plenty of times Kingpin would send Jassica home and help me solo. But it wasn’t help, he kept reminding me. He was the father. Jassica was engaged to his Vice President, Pagan, after all and didn’t want to be anyone’s live-in nurse again like she had with Cece. She reminded us of this often. Thus, it was no surprise after a couple of weeks when Jassica refused to spend the night anymore. She only came during the day. Kingpin relieved her at night but slept in a separate room. Prince, who was busy catching up when it came to growth, ate nearly every two hours. Up all hours of the night, I didn’t feel sexy at all when Kingpin woke me up to feed him. My breasts were out, but ran ragged himself, I didn’t think he ever noticed.
Eventually, I made my way to the clubhouse again. Jassica watched the baby for us sometimes. Paisley was no longer around. Kingpin had sent her packing, thank goodness. She went back to Shakey’s where she came from. The Getty’s exchanged Kingpin’s file for something they wanted more than a child, information on Noah Fond. They wanted out from under his thumb.
Kingpin said he was sure they copied everything inside, but the file wasn’t anything but stats from the fights they no longer ran. The arena was still in a state of construction. All the mafia could do was use the information to bet on the fights. He found everything else Sky stole from the vault at the Big House. The Mob still wanted her baby, but Kingpin promised he’d never divulge her location.
And he finally confessed to me Sky and Hallow were in Alaska. Hallow took a job in commercial fishing. Working on a big boat was something I knew he always wanted to do. I felt somewhat happy for him. Kingpin said they’d move to California when it was safer though. He worried that Sky was trying to get back to her old life. He hoped Hallow could keep her safe. Then he spoke of the most shocking news, Kingpin had his divorce, and Sky and Hallow were married before they became new people. It was all very surreal for me to think about. They were together, married and had a baby when just a couple of months ago they’d been practically strangers. But Kingpin and her had married quickly too.
Him and I were courting if anything. All the tension from before was there, sexual and otherwise. The thuds in my chest pounded. His steady gaze reminded me of all our times together. We wanted in each other’s pants, but it hadn’t happened again yet. I was holding out. The baby was one excuse. He took all our time, and when the baby slept, I threw daddy out of my room. Kingpin wanted more, no doubt. He told me every day, I was his and he would have me again.
I never disagreed. But it hadn’t been the time. My body like a deflated balloon, I didn’t feel myself. And I was being careful, so my heart didn’t get broken again. I couldn’t be sure the biker truly wanted me. Being so close to giving up and in for someone and having it all come crashing down, devastated me. That was holding me back. Plus, I’d let myself feel for Hallow again before he found out and left. I was recovering from that wreckage, as well.
When Kingpin wasn’t riding his Harley, attending to club business or being a dutiful dad, he was on stage a lot more. I felt like he was taunting me with it. He knew I loved to sing. Though it was a passion of his too, he was trying to make me jealous, so I’d give it a go again.
I often met him in the bar. “My Angel, the beautiful mother of my son, he’d call attention to me.”
I would always complain.
“Just be my Ol’ Lady already,” he said, kissing my hand.
“I ain’t ready.” It wasn’t exactly a no.
“I know. If you were, I’d be on one knee.”
“I just need you to wait for me. Like I waited for you,” I said.
“I know. You’re stubborn.”
He stepped on stage and dedicated a song to me, “Wild Horses”, by The Rolling Stones.
It was his way, I guess, of saying he’d wait. That he’d never leave. He wouldn’t run out on me.
That night we found ourselves in my bed together.
I woke up in the dead of night. It was pitch black in the room all but the nightlight near the door. My left boob was out of my nursing bra. I felt for Prince in the crook of my arm as I had dozed off a time or two while feeding him. I panicked for a moment when I didn’t find him at first. Thankfully, he was safely on the bed beside me. I stroked his soft skin and checked where his face was, making sure nothing covered him. Prince was fine, breathing. Then my hand landed on Kingpin’s bare back. The biker hardly ever wore a shirt.
He was fast asleep beside the baby. The baby was safely in between us. I repeated it in my sleepy mind. Since Prince was snoozing so peacefully, I decided to quietly lay down and go back to sleep. Besides, it wouldn’t be long before the baby roused again.
The baby cried, waking me once more, I fed him and took him to his crib in the other room. When I climbed back in bed, I’d not forgotten about Kingpin. However, I wasn’t about to wake him. He’d been just as tired as me. So when Prince’s cries woke me before first light. Moving to get up, I discovered the biker spooned me. His hands cupped my naked breasts. In my exhaustion, I had left them out. His warmth felt too good at my back. It’d been a long time since I’d been hugged. I needed a hug and was getting a full body one. But I needed to check on the baby. I tried to move carefully.
Kingpin mumbled in my ear, “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on these.”
“You’re awake?” I asked, my voice high. But I didn’t rush to move away from him. I quieted and listened for Prince. When I didn’t hear him anymore, I relaxed.
“Not really,” Kingpin murmured. His breath in my ear sent shivers down below, telling me I needed more than a hug. Instead of pulling away from him I rolled in his arms to face him. Met by his high eyebrows, I could tell I surprised him.
“You’re not fixin to kick me out of your bed?”
I had to think for a moment of the timing of my last shower, but I knew I wanted to be touched. Being in his arms felt more than right. Come to find out watching a man take care of a baby was a complete turn on. A man, my baby’s father, taking care of our baby. Taking care of me. Kingpin had been nothing but a gentleman, too.
“No,” I said, deciding. “I ain’t kicking you out of my bed.”
He wasted no time. His hands at my back made it to my breasts again in a hurry. They were engorged and leaking, but I didn’t mind his rough touch. Not at all. I hummed in response as he ran his thumbs over my nipples. Then in a rush, Kingpin took the back of my head and kissed me. He kissed me like he’d missed me bad. He kissed me like we had never stopped. He kissed me like he didn’t want to ever stop. That kiss was all it took. We were at it like animals. Like all the times before, we weren’t slow. Kingpin had his dick into me lickity split. It had been eight whole weeks since I’d given birth, so I was more than ready physically. Emotionally, I was stunned on how hard I fell as our bodies got reacquainted.
In Kingpin’s arms afterwards, I felt completely at peace.
From then on out, the biker Prez practically moved in with me. We went riding on his Harley. We ate most of our meals together even if he was busy at the club. Jassica would watch Prince, and we’d go out for an hour or two, leave Royal Road to do something, anything. He needed away from his baby as much as we needed away from ours. I was dating the MC President and more content than I’d ever been. I started singing again, privately, practicing with Kingpin. When we weren’t caring for our infant, we were trying to find a moment alone in the bedroom. I’d never had so much sex. We weren’t careful, but I was breastfeeding. I thought that would protect us.
I was dead wrong.
