Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I didn’t expect to see her today. I mean, I know Gordo works at Beau’s. I just didn’t figure she would be here for a kid’s birthday. It’s not like she has kids of her own. I’m here because Ty and Gordo’s kid, Slider, are tight. I make it a priority to stay close to my son. He’s getting at that age where he wants more freedom. He spends a couple nights a week with Mom and Dad. I usually crash at the clubhouse on those days. I have a townhome close to Ty’s school where I live with him. I make damn sure to be a presence in my son’s life. I may have had him way too young, but I never want him to think for a second that he isn’t wanted. Ty is my life and he’s already at the age where he thinks having his old man around is a pain in his ass when his buddies are there. I knew it was coming, I just didn’t think it would happen this soon.
Beau Harper has spent this entire party ignoring me. She’s sitting beside fucking Callum and Apex. I’m at the table behind her with a few of the baseball dads. I’m not really adding to their conversation. I’m too busy listening to Apex flirt with the woman I pushed away—the woman I plan to claim as mine. Making her my old lady was a thought in my head, because I wanted her. After sitting through the hell that is today, it’s a necessity. If I have to spend one more day watching another man trying to get what is mine, I’m going to kill someone. Considering Apex is a member of our club—and one that holds promise—I’m thinking that’d be one more thing Dad would chew my ass out for.
“Aunt Beau the chocolate stuff was awesome!” Slider exclaims. My body stiffens as I watch his interaction with Beau. There’s a bond there. I’m not sure why that bothers me, but it does. Does she have something going on with Gordo? It’s possible, but he doesn’t seem like her type. Gordo is laid back. Beau needs a man to take charge. Of course I don’t know the man well. I can only go by what I see. Still, he seems like the type to let the woman have complete control. For some women that would work. I’ve had Beau in my bed, though. My cock has been in her mouth. She not only likes having a man that takes control—her body also craves it.
Gordo doesn’t belong to a club, so he and I don’t have much interaction. I find it odd, though, that his kid is only ten, but he has club life written all over him. It doesn’t hurt that they already gave the kid a road name. Sure, he got it because of baseball, but the fact remains it’s a solid club name.
It sure is a fuck of a lot better than BB. That’s the trouble with being the son of an integral part of the club. You end up with the name your family has called you your whole life. BB stands for Bad Bart. My parents think it’s hilarious. I think they need their head examined. Hunter Bartholomew Evans is not a name anyone should saddle their kid with. I don’t care if it is my father’s name. It’s not one I want. I get it worse because at least Dad could run away from his middle name. No one calls me Hunter. They all refuse. I’ve always been Bad Bart or BB. My mother thinks it is cute. My dad snickers like a little kid—much like he does at his own outrageous T-shirts that he wears. That’s why my son has a simple name. Ty Evans. That’s it. There’s no way in hell I was going to chain him to the hell I’ve suffered.
“I’m glad, Slider, buddy. Are you having a good birthday?” she asks, her fingers sifting through his hair.
“Yeah. So far though your chocolate stuff and my new Louisville Slugger you bought me are my favorites,” Slider says.
Yeah. They definitely have a special connection. What the fuck? Am I going to have to fight men to lay a claim to Beau? That is if I can ever get her to talk to me. Christ.
“I’m glad kiddo,” she says, grinning down at him and her eyes shining brightly. Fuck, her blue eyes make my dick hard. Hell, everything about her does that, but her blues eyes take my breath. “Maybe we should have cake and ice cream now,” she suggests.
“Okay, but I’d rather have more of your chocolate stuff.”
She laughs and fuck, the sound of it is beautiful. I try to tear my gaze away from her, but I just can’t. It’s impossible. The damn woman has me hypnotized. “Hey, Beau.” I think I stop breathing as my son comes up to stand by them. Beau smiles at my son and it’s genuine, I can tell that from where I’m sitting. “Hey, Ty.”