“Fuck,” I groan in my sleep, shifting slightly on the sweaty sheets. “That feels amazing.”

Whatever I’m dreaming about has just kicked it up a fucking notch…or eight. My blue balls are being alleviated in a big way as a slick, tight mouth works my dick. I grip the sheets in my fists. Jesus, the girl has a mouth on her. I don’t need to see her to enjoy it.

Wait.

Don’t need to see her?

Aren’t I dreaming?

I should be able to see. I force myself to open my eyes.

“Fuck! Molly, what the fuck are you doing here?”

I spring up from the sheets, and the movement sends my hard cock further down the back of Molly’s throat. I blink hard, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. She’s still here, between my legs, going to town. Every part of me wants to tell her to keep going, to lean back and close my eyes and let her continue. She looks up at me seductively and mumbles something.

“Molly. Get my dick outta your mouth and talk to me.”

Slowly, she pulls back. “I’ve missed this,” she whines, sitting back on her knees right there between my legs on the bed.

“What?”

“This.”

“What exactly, Moll?”

She starts in on me with her tight little fist gliding up and down my shaft, and I buck my hips whether I want to or not. “This.”

“Fuck.” I don’t know what to do or say. She’s fisting my shaft and driving me closer. I can cum any second now. She probably won’t believe me if I admit I haven’t slept with a soul since she packed up her bags and left the clubhouse over two weeks ago.

“Shut up and let me touch you,” she rasps out, switching up her technique.

My head falls back onto the bed. There’s something so right and so fucking wrong with this picture. My scrambled half-asleep brain tries to shove the pieces of the puzzle together. It sure would help me out if the mother of my child would stop purring like a kitten. I can feel the vibrations all the way up in my balls. I can’t think past the orgasm about to twist through my man parts.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, baby,” I groan, then bolt upright in the bed again. “No, Molly. Stop. We ain’t doing this unless you and I have a chat.”

She releases my dick and glares at me. “Please don’t give me that bullshit. Just because I’m carrying your baby doesn’t mean everything between us has to be serious. I don’t care if you fucked all the sack demons and every woman in sight while I was gone. I care, but I’m back…we can use a condom before you—”

“Stop right there,” I say, cutting her off. I haven’t slept with anyone else, I’m not ready to admit to that. “You and I need to talk.”

“I told you I don’t want to discuss anything. I came all the way here for you. Don’t try to turn this around.”

“It’s three in the morning, woman.”

“Wasn’t I doing it the way you like?”

“Don’t go there. You never disappoint… Will you stay on the topic?”

“What’s the problem?” She pouts those perfect lips …Awww, hell. I’m going to lose it. Her hand returns to my shaft, idly working my dick. I moan and settle into her sure, supple movements as those pouty lips wrap around the tip. Yes, I fucking missed this too. I close my eyes, then open them again to enjoy the image of Molly’s head between my legs. There’s nothing to regret. She knows how to please me. I groan beneath her touch. Maybe if I wasn’t acting like such a douchebag, things would’ve gone better. After all, I know where she lives. I could’ve gone to see her and demand answers. But I’m glad she’s here now, working her magic. I grip a handful of her hair, directing her motions as she whimpers.

“That’s it, right there.” I forget whatever I was objecting to earlier. My hips lift off the bed each time her head lowers down along my shaft. I hear and feel her moan with pleasure. “Take it, baby. Just like that…”

She does something with her tongue around the tip, and the suction of her mouth just about takes me over the edge. But I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to be inside her, nice and deep, to own her again. Shit. I lean forward and pull her up, lifting her on top of me. Then I see why she’s been enjoying herself so much. She’s naked from the waist down, drenched from touching herself. She stretches her hand up to the top drawer of my night table, pulling out the condoms I keep there, and rips the side of one open with her teeth. Looking me in the eye, she rolls it slowly over my thick, engorged cock while I try to figure out a nice way to get her to stop so I can—

Wait, so I can what?

Tell her how I’m feeling?

So I can get serious with the woman who may or may not still be carrying my kid? I shudder. I almost don’t want to know if she’s still pregnant. If she went and got rid of my boy, it would tear me up. How the hell does any of it make any damn sense? Molly’s here. I want her here, yet I’m partway turning down one hell of a blowjob, a hand job, and her sweet tight pussy now, because why exactly?

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Tate,” she says, her hand still gripped around my wrapped dick. “Then we can go back to this.”

I snap out of it. Now I’m angry.

“You haven’t answered any of my calls since you left here two weeks ago. I have to rely on Axe or Silas to know you’re fine. I’m the father of that baby, and I hope to God you’re still carrying him!”

“Excuse me?” She lets go, and suddenly my cock is very cold. I jolt up in bed again. My little wildcat is off the bed, standing in the middle of my room, sexy and mad as hellfire.

“What the hell do you want me to think, Molly? If you have to do what you have to do, I’m not okay with it, but dammit I have a right to fucking know.”

Molly finds her panties and jeans and drags them up her body faster than I could’ve ever taken them off. “Call me again when you get your head out of your ass, or you figure out how the hell you want to handle this baby daddy drama, Mr. Sensitive.”

“Don’t go…how are we supposed to have a conversation if you keep running away every time I open my mouth?” I ask. “Do you even know how hard this all is for me too?”

Probably not, because she’s already in the hallway, slamming the door behind her.

Fuck this.

I need a drink.

I throw on some clothes and stick my piece in the side of my waistband. My hand lands on the door at the same time that Axe pushes it open.

“It’s meeting time. Los Diablos are ready for the sit-down.” Axe shoves his thumb in the direction of the stairs and eyes my hand on my gun. “You need to leave that here too. President’s orders.”

Axe leaves and I’m still standing in the same spot, blinking at an empty hallway. My fingers grip the piece. After I stick the gun in my safe and straighten my cut, I can’t focus knowing that Molly showed up and now I’m the one leaving. I want answers, but she’s not in the sharing mood. I make it downstairs and find the guys all waiting at the main entrance, serious and tense.

“The two of you need to kiss and make up,” Cole says. “This shit’s getting old.”

“All right,” Silas shouts and pushes through the front door. “That’s enough. We’ve got business to handle. I need everyone focused on this peace treaty talk. The last thing we need is another firefight, okay? And I hope we’re all unarmed.”

“You got it, boss man.” I’m angry all over again when I glance over at my empty parking spot. “I still can’t get over this. Why’d we let that Jett fucker live? Fucking piece of shit destroyed my ride.”

“We’re working on a new one, buddy.”

“Unless you want the money to go toward a kickass baby shower.”

Axe laughs and squeezes my shoulder, but quickly takes a step back. I’m not in the mood for jokes about my ride or the kid Molly may or may not still be carrying.

“No one mentions my kid.”

There. A nice, threatening blanket statement for everyone within earshot. That should do it.

Axe shrugs and shakes his head. “Si, you sure you want this motherfucker in the Los Diablos meeting? I don’t know if we’ll even make it through the front door.”

“He’ll be fine.”

I walk off and hop up into the truck with Cole.

He shoots me a sympathetic smile. “Let’s ride, brother.”