I had an impromptu trip to the doctor’s office after I experienced some sharp pains in my stomach. Worried, of course, that something was wrong with the baby, but my doc said it was just stress-induced pains, and that I should try to separate myself from stressful situations for the sake of the baby and me. But what the doc didn’t realize was that my entire life was one stressful situation after another.
“It looks like you’re about seven weeks along now. I have a printed photo of your ultrasound here.” She leaned forward and handed me the photo as a ball of emotions formed in my throat. I looked down at the tiny ball on the black and white photo and gulped back a sob. “It’s just a little peanut right now, but it’s growing just how we want it to. Will your husband be joining you next time?”
I tore my eyes away from the ultrasound photo and up into her eyes. “I’m not married, and the father and I are separated right now.” That’s all I could tell her without giving any more details.
The doc nodded but showed no sign of judgment, which I was thankful for. I had enough people judging me and my life, I didn’t need one more. I was also emotional that Dusty wasn’t here to share this with me and I didn’t need another reminder of how sad that was.
“I’d like to see you in two weeks' time to see how everything is going. Until then, keep your stress levels down, okay?” The doctor gave me a pointed look as I nodded. Even though I knew it was going to be an impossible task.
Gearhead waited for me in the lobby, and I noticed the nurse that had walked me out gave him a disapproving glance. People got one look at our cuts and biker boots and immediately cast judgement at us, which I was used to.
“Everything okay?” Gearhead asked as he helped me into the truck.
I nodded. “Yeah, just got too stressed out. The baby is fine, though.”
“I’m sorry for telling you about Dusty. I knew it was going to stress you out.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be sorry. I asked you to keep an eye on him. I just didn’t think he would be with someone else so soon after us.” My voice faded away as I tried to think about anything but Dusty. I didn’t need to stress myself out again. This was the exact reason why I had to end things with Dusty.
I looked down at the ultrasound photo and my heart pounded. Even though Dusty wasn’t in my life at the moment, and I said that I was done with him, I couldn’t be happier with the knowledge that I was having a baby. His baby.
“Is that it?” Gearhead asked as I saw him nod at the photo in my hand. “Damn, that’s awesome,” he noted as he stared down at the little peanut. His face dropped when he sat back. “When are you going to tell him?”
“I’m not,” I whispered, shoving the photo deep into my purse before I threw it into the backseat.
“You know he’s going to lose his shit when he actually does find out, right? I mean, you can’t hide the pregnancy for too much longer. He’s going to see that baby bump and know that you’re pregnant.”
“Well, no shit, Sherlock,” I replied, losing my patience. “I just haven’t thought that far ahead yet. And who says he’s going to think it’s his?”
“Well, it sure as hell isn’t mine!” Gearhead started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot.
“No, it’s not,” I replied under my breath as I looked out at the passing foliage.
When we got back to the clubhouse, I went straight inside and back to the office, hoping my dad was gone. I just needed a moment alone and was thankful when the office was empty. I threw my purse down on the desk before I took the captain’s chair and shook the computer mouse to wake up the computer.
“You must be Evie.” A strong male’s voice broke the silence and startled me as I looked up to find a guy with dirty blond hair, green eyes, and a perfect jawline.
“I might be.” I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest, studying his face. He looked familiar but I couldn’t pinpoint where I knew him from.
But when he stepped completely inside the room, I realized who he was. I couldn’t ever forget those tattoos. He wore the normal club attire; jeans, boots, a white tee, and of course, his cut. The name patch above ‘SRGT. AT ARMS’ read ‘JIMMY’ and my heart raced while my palms turned sweaty.
Many years ago, Jimmy and his dad Charlie, stayed at the clubhouse when Jimmy’s mom Charlotte passed away. She was given the full club funeral and all of our chapters rode in for it. We were just kids then, around fifteen or so, and a time when me and Jimmy had a fling. It was our dirty little secret we’d kept to ourselves for all these years. I remembered all the feelings I had for him back then as he sat down in front of me, his grin heating my blood all over again.
“How are you, Evie?” His voice was laced with the familiar softness he seemed to only have for me.
“I’m good. What brings you way down here?” I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, trying to keep my cool.
“Charlie sent me down here for a few days to blow off some steam.” He shrugged.
Jimmy locked his gaze on mine, half-grinning as he added, “Your boyfriend is a real piece of work, Eves.”
I swallowed as my heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t sure what affected me more; that he called me by his secret pet name again, or that he was the one who was keeping tabs on Dusty. How ironic. An old lover keeping tabs on my baby’s daddy. I couldn’t help but wonder if Jimmy had lied about it to maybe have another chance with me after all these years, or if he was being honest about all of it.
“So, you’re Gearhead’s inside guy,” I noted as he nodded. He reached inside his cut and pulled out his phone. “How do I know you’re…”
I didn’t have to finish my question when Jimmy turned his phone around to show me the photos that damned Dusty. There was no way Dusty could deny it now. Jimmy had photographic proof that Dusty was an asshole.
“See this?” Jimmy pointed at his battered lip and bruised cheekbone. “Your lovely boyfriend did that this morning.”
“He isn’t my boyfriend,” I corrected immediately, studying his face. “I’m sorry he did that. He has a real bad temper.”
Jimmy eyed me through hooded eyes. “I’d have a bad temper too if I lost a girl like you.”
His statement made me uneasy as I stood up and walked to the filing cabinet to pull out… Well, I wasn’t sure, but I knew I needed a distraction.
But it didn’t work when Jimmy came right up behind me, his hands on my biceps as I felt the heat of his presence cover my entire backside. Goosebumps cascaded across my skin as I bit my bottom lip and squeezed my eyes shut.
“Eves, I’ve missed you,” he rasped.
And that’s all it took.
I spun around as I threw my arms around his neck and fervently kissed him. I moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down and cupped my ass hard before he pulled one of my legs up to wrap around his hip. He pressed his erection against my throbbing pussy as I fought the moan building in my chest. My breasts ached for his attention as my nipples pebbled into hardpoints.
He picked me up by the back of my thighs before he carried me over to the desk. Pushing the contents to the floor, he laid me on my back and pulled at his cut. His hands slid up the bottom of my shirt before he groaned when he realized my breasts were bare.
“Just the way I like you.” He leaned forward and took my mouth with his again.
My hands traveled up the back of his shirt as my palms burned against his skin. I desperately needed a release. It had been days since I had had an orgasm and I needed one like my life depended on it.
He flicked his finger across my nipple and I nearly screamed.
“Jimmy!” I cried out as he grinned.
He pulled a hand from my breast as I heard his belt buckle jingle free and then a moment later, he reached for my jeans and panties and tore them down to the middle of my thighs.
I tried to shimmy free, but Jimmy pressed my knees together before he wrapped both of my legs around one side of his hips. Then he pushed into me, filling me to the brink as I cried out.
“Fuck,” Jimmy groaned out as he began to pound into me at a feverish pace.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how great sex felt with all these pregnancy hormones flowing through me, but that’s when it hit me. What the hell was I doing? I was carrying another man’s baby! Even if I didn’t want to be with Dusty, I felt like I was no better than him at this particular moment.
Placing my hands on Jimmy’s chest, I pushed against him as I felt his cock slide out of me. I sat up away from him as my cheeks blushed. We were both out of breath as he stepped back with confusion etched on his face.
“What’s. Wrong?” He asked between breaths.
“I can’t do this,” I admitted.
“Do what? Fuck?” He shook his head. “I’m confused right now.”
“I’m no better than Dusty if I start sleeping around, too. This isn’t who I am, I’m sorry. I just… I let my weakness overcome my senses.”
Jimmy laughed as he stepped back between my legs and placed both hands on either side of my hips as he stared deeply into my eyes.
“Dusty won’t ever care about you like I do. I would never do what he’s done to you. You have to know that, right? We had something really special once upon a time, Eves, and I’ve never been able to stop thinking about that, or about you.”
“Jimmy,” I breathed out but he silenced me with a sweet kiss.
“I can promise you that Dusty has forgotten all about you, but I never will.” He continued to kiss me as my emotional hormones took over.