Page 113 of Indecent Lies

“Me and the tank here had a gorgeous nap,” she looked down at a quiet Knox.

Whereas Harper went hundred miles an hour, Knox was quiet, even when he woke up he never screamed, just laid in his crib until someone went to get him.

Rider reckoned one day—if he decided to go into the MC business, his boy would be a level headed Prez.

Just imaging passing the gavel to the next generation warmed his chest.

It was a hard life but a great legacy.

All the shit he’d done in the past and the shit he continued to wade through today was all for his kids, to give them a better, easier life.

He wouldn’t tell Zara he got shot at twice tonight.

She’d worry herself sick and though from the moment she came back to him they vowed to never have secrets from one another … she knew it all, the good, the bad and the downright ugliness of his club life.

This he would keep to himself.

That showdown didn’t end at Otis’ door.

The fool Russian goons thought it would be fun to lay in wait for him and his boys.

Now those idiots were dead in the pig pen up in the mountains and Grigori had one more black mark against his name.

They were getting ever closer to getting rid of that man, and not just taking his lunch money from him. Though, Lawless loved doing that. It was getting close to 20 million in hidden money in an account only Lawless, Hawk and Rider knew about.

TheSoulsweren’t hurting for money, but for the fact they were siphoning off every last cent of profit the Russian’s were making in his state made Rider a happy fucking man.

After his important phone call tonight, he was ready to put a bullet in him.

“Good day, biker-man?”

Half of his mouth lifted up when she played with the back of his neck, sitting her little butt on his lap, she squirmed to cuddle in. He took a hand from Knox who was happily gazing up at his parents, and he rubbed her belly.

“It is now. How about we toss these hooligans into bed and have us a night?”

Her pale blue eyes twinkled and swear to fucking Christ, he loved putting that look in her eyes.

He’d walk through fire if it made happiness soak through her features like that.

Dropping a new kiss to the side of her neck, he lifted up easily and deposited Zara on the armchair, taking Knox from her. “Stay right here, I’ll be back, don’t move that tiny butt, Zara.” He warned, knowing his girl, she didn’t rest for a second, she’d be cleaning in the kitchen if he let her.

“Not so tiny anymore,” she grumbled and he sex groaned.

He fucking loved her ass, loved holding it and watching it bump into his stomach when he was doing her from behind.

From behind…fuck yeah, that’s what he needed tonight. Taking her from behind and his fingers on her clit, thumb in her mouth, making his woman fall apart, to bathe in her pleasure until this whole fucking day washed away.

He carted the kids upstairs, did a fast bedtime for Harper until she fell asleep with her feet on her pillow and clutching her action figures.

Rider found Zara right where he left her, with her head back, eyes closed.

“Bedtime already?” She asked when she was in his arms, taking his tiny woman upstairs after he locked the house down.

“Yeah, Icy.”

The baby kicked his belly and he got a sense of satisfaction to know they made another…and probably final baby between them. It was the first baby they’d found out the sex beforehand just a few months ago at one of those ultrasound appointments. Zara cried in the room making Rider crazy to fix her tears. She cried when she was fucking happy, so basically he was crazy all the time. But very soon his second son, Zane, would be here.

“You shouldn’t carry me, you’ll put your back out.” She didn’t appear worried about his bones as she nestled into Rider’s neck, with her arms looped around him.