MADMAN
H er back is to me as I enter my office, and the excitement curling in my gut shouldn’t be present, yet it is. I’ve known her for eighteen years now, and every time she’s in my office, I find myself anticipating her visit and at the same time, dreading her departure.
“Audrey,” I murmur, my cock already growing hard from having her presence here alone.
She stands, turning to me with a warm smile.
“Thank you for letting us come, Gavin.” Her eyes light up when she sees me, and I know mine are doing the same.
If I were friends with women, she’s one I’d almost consider a friend.
She’s been a client and in my life for so long, I’ve let my guard down with her.
It’s not common for me to easily grow comfortable with outsiders, but Audrey has this way about her.
A powerful allure that somehow draws you to her. At least for me, she does.
“Anytime. I told you, this is a safe spot for them if you ever need it.”
She nods, her smile turning a bit shaky. “I don’t know why River’s like this. Everything with his father doesn’t help, I’m sure.”
He’s rebelled since he turned twelve, pushing boundaries.
I’ll never forget the first time she called me, crying.
She didn’t know what to do; he was starting fights, talking about getting a tattoo, and said he wanted a motorcycle.
To me, he sounded like a regular pre-teen boy.
To their uppity, privileged lifestyle, River had been raised in, he sounded like a black sheep.
As if he didn’t belong. A troubled youth.
“Is the divorce final?” I can’t help but ask. Every time I think of her, I find myself wondering if the asshat is finally out of her life for good.
“It’s supposed to be this week.”
She told her ex she wanted a divorce years ago, and they’ve been fighting back and forth over assets and everything under the sun.
I only found out back then because she’s high profile enough to warrant a news story on their split.
One thing I’ve learned is that when a powerful, wealthy woman asks for a divorce, the men in their life will do what they can to throw a fit over it.
They’re weak, can’t take the split like a man, and nurse their broken hearts over a country tune and a bottle of Jack, but rather, they try to ruin whoever they can on their way out the door. Fucking idiots.
One of the ways her ex-husband decided to rebel was to tell Audrey’s children that he was not their true father, that she used a surrogate to get pregnant.
His actions led to the first time I met our son, River, in person.
Along with Piper, our now fourteen-year-old daughter.
Lincoln, our seven-year-old son, and Hazel, our three-year-old little girl.
It’s been nearly three years ago, when she called, frantic, unsure of what to do, and I’d told her she could bring the kids for a visit.
To meet the man who helped father them since their curiosity was off the charts, and she needed someone other than herself willing to put in the work with them.
Audrey has always been good about sending me pictures of the kids over the years, along with general updates on them.
That’s the thing with King’s Breeders; it’s up to both parties how much they want to share or know.
I have a few brothers who don’t want any information, so photos or information we’ve received from their clients are in a file in my office, where they always have the choice to see if they’re ever ready.
In the same respect, we sign our rights away in the initial contract so the women we impregnate do not have to tell us a single thing about the children they have, unless they choose to.
We have many who’ve gotten pregnant and have never heard from them again.
Luckily, Audrey isn’t one of them and has sent me regular updates on the kids.
I’ve gotten to watch them grow up from afar and see them blossom into these amazing little humans that I was fortunate enough to help create.
Do I wish I could be their father? At times, sure, I think several of us long for that feeling, but in the MC life, it’s not always the smartest move, putting such important people in our lives in direct danger.
Of course, some brothers aren’t ready for the full responsibility of being a parent, so our contract works out for them as well.
It's not that none of us don’t care where the kids end up, it’s the opposite.
We provide this service because it’s one way we can help women fulfill a need in their lives.
We give women who want to be mothers a chance at achieving one of their dreams, without the strings of fucking the wrong man and getting chained to problems with them for life.
Sure, there are sperm banks out there, but we prefer a more hands-on approach.
Many women find it much more fulfilling how involved in the breeding process we are.
“You’re sure this is okay? Rivers is supposed to be moving into the dorm in a few months.”
“He isn’t ready for college. River told me he wants to work the ranch. We already discussed this, Audrey. You said you’re okay with him moving here. I won’t let anything happen to him.”
“I know, and it’s the right thing for him. He needs you right now, his father…” She shakes her head. “Even growing up in the same house, they’re nothing alike.”
Because he’s my son, not his.
But I don’t say as much; this is all part of the deal we strike. We sign contracts. I have no say in these kids’ lives, even if they do carry my DNA, and the oldest looks like my mini-me.
I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly as I place a kiss on top of her head.
I’m not affectionate with any clients. I’m not close with any of the women I’ve impregnated.
Most were around the same time as Audrey.
The second time she came to me and told me she was pregnant, I knew something was different with her. I felt it.
The same day, she signed a contract to have two more of my children.
She told me she wants six babies with my blue eyes someday.
She left, and the next client showed up, and I couldn’t bring myself to agree to be her stud.
How could I, when I had a woman wanting six of my children who didn’t need me in any way?
Suddenly, I wanted only her, but I wasn’t allowed to have that option.
Or any, for that matter, where she’s concerned.
So I did what I could, backed off on making as many client deposits, and concentrated more on everything else.
Every baby I put inside Audrey pushes me further away from the other women.
She’s not mine, we have no committed relationship of any sort aside from breeding, and by business rules, we never will.
I’m her sperm donor, and she’d probably say we have a friendship.
It’s not friendly from my side. I want to fuck her twenty-four-seven.
I want to see her grow big with my children again and again, and watch her wobble all over the place.
I want to care for her, and most of all, raise those children with her, but it’s not our reality.
We’re in two different worlds, and she’s still fucking married .
The important thing is she has no idea how I feel. No one does.
“Kids are at the house?” There’s an older ranch-style place on the property that’s mine, but I don’t use it. I prefer to stay at the clubhouse with my brothers.
Her hands move to my chest, my pecs flexing under the leather of my cut at her warmth. “Yes, except Hazel. John asked if he could keep her this week.”
She’s three. She should be with her mother, not that fuckstick trying to drain Audrey of whatever he can get. Of course, I say nothing, again, it’s not my place.
My hands move to her hips, fingers giving them a tender squeeze. “Are they happy to be here? What am I walking into this visit?”
Her face lights up, lips pulling into another beautiful smile.
I swear this bitch makes my heart skip a beat.
Fucking ironic, and I don’t have time to catch more feelings for her, so I drop my hands and take a step back.
“They’re excited to visit again. They had trouble falling asleep last night because they all had fun during the last trip. ”
I had them doing chores around the ranch, along with driving the four-wheelers and other ATVS.
Blew their minds, I was bossing them around and letting them get dirty to have some fun.
I also tossed them all into the pond and taught Lincoln how to swim.
Every little kid needs to know how to swim; it could save their lives someday.
My phone pings with our alert system at the same time a persistent knock lands on my office door. I spin around, still standing close. Opening the door, Slasher’s raised brows greet me. “Slash?”
“You get the alert?”
I nod, “What’s going on?”
“Sheriff's on his way to the clubhouse.”
“Damn it. How many does he have with him?”
“Only one cage.”
“He’s alone?”
Slasher nods, sending an uneasy glance toward Audrey, then pins it back on me. I get what he’s saying, this is club business, and not King’s Breeders’ business.
“I’ll be at the house as soon as I take care of this.
” I direct toward Audrey, then order Slasher, “Walk her to my place. I think there was a faucet leak on the side of the house, and I need you to take a look at it.” He knows what I’m silently telling him to do, to stick around and make sure nothing goes down around her and the kids until I know more and can give him an update.
“Okay, I’ll get out of your way for now. I’ll see you then,” Audrey offers, without skipping a beat, striding out of my office.