The Biker's Fate Chapter 174

"Dare, we're at the point."

I nodded and took him deeper. He let out a hiss, gripping my hair tighter, his hips bucking. I reached behind him and grabbed his ass to hold him still and then focused again on the task at hand.

"Fuck, Darien," he hissed, and then his body went rigid as he came.

I grinned and made a smacking noise with my lips as I rose to my feet and kissed him quickly. "I love that."

"I can tell." He slid his hand to my neck and chuckled. "The lip smackin' might be a bit much, though."

"Nope, it's about right."

"Get your clothes off... it's my turn."

"To return the favor?"

"Yeah."

"What? No, you don't have to do that," I droned sarcastically, deadpan.

Mack laughed and smacked my bottom, and I headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Something evil swirling in my stomach woke me at an ungodly hour, and I took several deep breaths, while shoving Mack's arm away from my body. I shot out of bed and slid in front of the toilet just as I emptied said evil.

"Babe?" He gently pulled my hair back from my face. "You okay?"

"No, your child is killing me." I didn't look back at him, just spoke into the bowl. "Obviously." My hair was released, I heard the faucet, and then Mack knelt beside me and laid a cool cloth on my forehead. I sighed. "That feels so nice."

"When you feel like you can handle it...," he stroked my cheek, "...I have some Sprite in the fridge and saltines ready for you."

I licked my lips. "You bought saltines and pop?"

"And Ritz."

I smiled. "I love you."

"I know. Come and see if we can't get this under control."

I stood slowly and flushed, then washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair back into a ponytail before I contemplated stepping away from the toilet.

I walked into the bedroom and sat in one of the chairs by the window where Mack had opened a Sprite and laid out some crackers. "Just sip, Dare."

His over-protectiveness, although unnecessary, was sweet and made me feel squishy inside. He'd taken the time (and put thought into) buying things that are supposed to calm a pregnant woman's morning sickness, and he was awake with me while I tried them.

After a couple of nibbles on a saltine square, the queasiness started to ebb a bit. I took another sip of pop and felt even better. Mack sat on the end of the bed and watched me as I smiled and drank a little more.

"Better?"

I nodded with a sigh. "Much."

"You think you can sleep?"

I laid my hand on my belly. "As long as your little parasite can quit digesting all of the vitamins and minerals in my body for a few hours, yes."

He slid off the bed and held out his hand, pulling me up and kissing me gently. "Thank you."

"For?"

"For going through all of this." He stroked my cheek. "I love you."

"Wow, that's such a coincidence."

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "Because I love you too."

Mack grinned and took me back to bed.

Mack

My cell phone buzzed on the nightstand and I reached for it before I'd fully awoken. "Yeah?" I whispered.

"We got trouble," Train said.

"Here?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, be right down." I scrubbed my hands down my face and sat up.

"Honey?" Darien whispered, rolling over and reaching for me.

I pulled on jeans, a T-shirt, and boots, and faced Darien. "No matter what you hear, you stay in this room with the door locked."

She sat up with a gasp. "What's going on?"

"I don't know." Pulling open my nightstand, I grabbed my extra Glock. "I want you to keep this close."

"No!" Darien argued, and jumped from the bed, holding her hands as though to ward off evil. "Ohmigod, Mack, I've never seen a gun in real life, let alone shot one."

"You won't need to shoot it, Darien... unless someone other than one of us comes in."

"You're freaking me out," she snapped, and yanked on a pair of sweats.

I closed the distance between us and pulled her against me. "Just keep your wits about you and if someone comes in that is not one of the Dogs, pick up the gun. The safety's off, so don't pull the trigger unless your life is threatened."

"Oh, that's helpful, Logan, thank you," she snapped.

I kissed her quickly and walked out the door, making sure it was closed, and listened for the top lock to click. I rushed downstairs and heard the distinct sound of Crow's voice coming from the common room.

"I wanna know who let them in!" Crow bellowed.

"Put the gun down, Crow."

"Shit," I muttered to myself, and walked into the fray. Jaxon, Brock, and Dallas stood backs together, guns drawn, in an effort to protect themselves against no less than fifteen club members doing the same. "Crow."

Crow spun, his gun raised, and I scowled. "What the fuck, Mack?"

"Put the gun down, Crow." I holstered my own. "We're tryin' to sort this shit out with the Kozlovs' and Brock and his team are helping make it permanent."

"You think that might be something your Prez needs to fuckin' know, Mack?" Crow snapped, lowering his gun, but keeping it cocked.

"Yeah, well, I was supposed to get a phone call before anyone came by," I said to Jaxon.

"I called Carter and Aidan," Jaxon said, unapologetically. "Neither of them picked up."

"Yeah, well, Ace and Knight aren't here," I said. "Brothers, lower your guns. No one's gettin' shot today."

My brothers lowered their guns, which meant Jaxon's team did as well, and the situation was diffused... for now.

A phone pealed in the silence and Jaxon put his to his ear. "Yeah? Well, we're here, where are you? Yeah, Carter, I told you we'd come by this morning if we had anything. Well, la dee fuckin' da, little brother, I'm sorry you missed out on some beauty sleep."

While Jaxon and Ace hashed it out, I texted Darien to let her know everything was okay and she could come down whenever she felt like it. She arrived a few minutes later, Barney in tow. She stalled when she entered the room, her head moving from Jaxon's team to the Dogs.

Flick called Barney over and scooped him up before heading outside with him. Flick was one of the older members, a soldier through and through, with a failed marriage and four old ladies behind him. He wasn't much for niceties or patience, but Darien's dog had wrapped Flick around his paw, so to speak, and I found it hilarious.

I made my way to Darien, leaning down to kiss her gently. "How are you feeling?"

"A little nauseous and a lot confused."

"We got some business to take care of."

"I picked up on that," she said. "Where's Millie?"

"Upstairs."

Darien frowned and crossed her arms. "Is she allowed to come downstairs?"

"She is now that it's safe."

"Oh, right. Sorry." Darien relaxed and bit her lip. "I thought something else."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I picked up on that."

She gave me a contrite smile. "Do you want some breakfast?"

"If you're up to makin' breakfast, babe, I'd love some."

"I ate some crackers before I came down, which helped."

"You gonna call the doctor today?"

She smiled, the one that made me want to take her back to bed for a few hours. "Yes, honey, I'll call the doctor."

"Thank you." I leaned down and kissed her gently, and then let her go.

I took a minute to tell Train he could release Millie, and then joined the agents. Ace and Knight walked in a few minutes later and we all headed back to the conference room.