Page 15 of The MC’s Surprise (Bikers and Babies #4)

Vegas

I was sweating and covered with dog slobber by the time the event was over.

I’d honestly thought these events would be stressful and possibly messy, but I actually had a blast. Sierra shoved me toward one of the playpens, saying she and Skylar were in charge, and my job was to look pretty.

I’d laughed it off, but more than once that afternoon, I felt her eyes on me and it was one hell of a distraction.

A good one. I felt carefree for the first time in years, and I loved the blush on her face whenever I caught her staring.

She was handing out bottles of water to the crew when I finished up.

I picked up the toys, putting them in a plastic tote.

They were being donated to the shelter for repeat events in the future.

The bigger stuff would be returned and we put it in the back of Butch’s truck so he and a few guys could return it before the store closed.

“Might need to make this an annual event,” I commented as I joined Sierra and a few of the other old ladies. I wasn’t surprised when Prez, Butch, and Wraith followed behind me. If their old ladies were in the area, they were headed in that direction.

When I stepped up to her, Sierra’s gaze dragged down my sweat covered body automatically. When her eyes came back up, I raised an eyebrow, a grin on my face. She blushed scarlet, practically throwing the water at me in her embarrassment.

“I, uh–” Her eyes flicked to my chest and away again, making my smile grow wider every time she did it.

I took my shirt off at one point, since I was sweaty and gross anyway.

The weather was nice enough that we could get away with it.

Most of the guys did, but Sierra’s attention was locked on me, as much as she tried to hide it.

“I talked to Kennedy. She’s going to ask her boss to make a series, following us to each event to promote a sense of community.

She, uh, she thinks her boss will go for it. ”

“Sounds good to me. You alright? You’re looking a little flushed.”

“I’m fine,” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Just a little hot. We’ve been out in the sun all day.”

She was trying to play it off, but when I tipped my head to catch her eye line, the flush only got worse.

A wicked grin crossed my face. It felt good, getting her all flustered like that.

I’d admit, my flirting was a little rusty.

Charlotte only responded to my flirting on occasion, just enough to keep me hooked on her.

Sierra wasn’t that kind of girl, though.

She was fun, and if I started playing with her, she was going to play back.

“You should’ve joined in. Maybe helped the guys who were washing the dogs? I don’t think anyone would’ve complained about seeing you all wet.”

Less subtle than I had hoped for, but it got the results I was after. She looked like she was fighting off a smile, her eyes finally meeting mine as she lifted her eyebrows slowly.

“Oh really? And how, exactly, would that have helped with our event?”

“Would’ve improved my day,” I winked.

Unlike all my interactions with Charlotte, Sierra wasn’t the type of woman to make me question if I was overstepping.

I didn’t have to play a guessing game on if she was interested or not.

She flirted back, her eyes dancing as she teased me.

I had to pump the breaks a little, because I felt almost desperate for her attention.

It’d been a long time since a woman I was interested in showed any interest back.

And I remembered how it felt to be with her. I wouldn’t mind a repeat.

Jacob, the head of the animal shelter, interrupted us before I could make any progress, his smile wide as he shook the hands of everyone in the near vicinity.

“You have no idea how much I appreciate this. We did a lot better than I expected. With the donations and the adoptions, we might actually be able to afford to expand. There’s never enough room, even in a small town where you’d think the stray population would be really low.

This event will go a long way to getting animals off the streets and into happy homes.

” He turned to Sierra, shaking her hand enthusiastically again. “Really. Thank you. Thank you.”

Sierra’s smile was kind, and she laughed when Jacob shook her hand for a little too long.

“Like I said when I called, this benefited the both of us. I want the town to see the crew as they are, instead of seeing them as a bunch of thugs. You helped with that. So thank you for working with us. Not everyone was willing to get involved with a motorcycle club.”

“Well, I loved working with all of them. If you want to do more events, please let me know.”

He walked away, still smiling, talking to himself under his breath about what upgrades he needed and how much he’d have to save for a full expansion. Prez leaned into my side, whispering, “Check the coffers. See what kind of donation we can make.”

I nodded. That part we were good at, and we purposely put a portion of the club coffers into a charity account.

Circus jogged up to us, waggling his phone, before I could pick up the flirting again. I liked how Sierra responded and the flush in her cheeks, and I wanted more. Couldn’t do shit when we kept getting interrupted, though.

“We’ve already got a thousand followers and counting. The internet can’t decide between thinking we’re hot or adorable for playing with pups. Might need to make a couple of thirst traps, see if we can sway ‘em a little.”

Sierra rolled her eyes with a smile. “Is that really how you want to get attention? Selling sex?”

Circus’s grin said he loved the idea. Prez pointed his finger at him before he could get ahead of himself.

“No. We’re trying to show we’re good for the community. This town has too many conservatives. Just riding bikes is bad enough to them. Don’t make it worse.”

He pouted, but didn’t argue. “Alright, alright. What about on my account, then? It’s personal, and I can attach a link to the webpage Wraith is putting together. Come on, Prez. Think of the views.”

I didn’t see anything wrong with that, it was his personal page after all, but Prez was more hesitant. To take some pressure of him, I stepped in.

“Show me what you’re thinking first. If it looks bad for the crew, I’ll let you know. And we should check in with Mel, too. She’s good with all that social media voodoo. She can tell us if we’ve gone too far.”

He nodded quickly, his eyes snapping to Sierra when she suggested, “Tell her to look up something called Booktok. Videos like that would be really popular there.”

“Alright, yeah! I’ll talk to her when we get back. You’re joining us at the clubhouse, right? We’re celebrating with a party.”

That went without saying. Our crew would take any excuse to throw a party.

As long as we were keeping it at the clubhouse, Prez figured it’d be fine.

We were far enough away from the community that we never got any noise complaints, and no one had to drive to get home, since we made them sleep it off before they left.

Besides, I wanted to spend more time with Sierra, so I wasn’t going to argue.

“Uh, sure? For a little while, at least. Aren’t you guys supposed to be lying low, though?” she asked, a wry smile on her face.

“We don’t get too crazy,” I reassured her. “Drinks, music.” Sex. I left that part out. There was a reason the guys liked to have parties at the house. Rooms right upstairs made hookups easy. “Do you need a ride?”

I wanted her on the back of my bike, but not until the baby was born.

While it technically wasn’t illegal, I didn’t trust it.

For our crew, it was rarely the biker who caused an accident.

Clueless drivers who didn't know to look out for us were usually the cause for the crashes. I didn’t trust them with Sierra and the baby.

She could ride back with Mel, who had plenty of room in her car, or with Maggie, who drove like the picture perfect citizen.

Any of the old ladies would be happy to help.

“Nope. I’m good. I borrowed my dad’s truck again.” She chewed on her lip, brow furrowed. “I’m going to need to find something else soon. If the weather turns, he won’t be able to ride his bike into work.”

That made me pause, curious. “He rides?”

She nodded, lifting a shoulder. “He goes to rallies sometimes too. Not enough to where he’d join a club, but he still enjoys it.”

“You should have him come to the clubhouse,” Prez suggested, his arm around Maggie with Zoey on his opposite hip. “Some of the older generation still hangs out there. They’re good company and don’t discriminate if someone’s not part of a crew.”

I didn't think anyone in the crew felt that way, but we’d never had a random rider come hang out before. Might be a good way to get more prospects once this batch was promoted.

“I second that,” I offered.

Sierra looked contemplative, her lips pursed. “I don’t see why not. You’ll have to meet him eventually.”

My eyebrows flew up. “I will?”

Butch snorted, giving me a look that said I was an idiot and even Prez was shaking his head.

“What? What’d I miss?” I demanded.

“That’s your kid,” Butch said, jabbing a finger in the direction of Sierra’s belly. “You really thought you’d never run into her folks while raising it together? Your mama’s gonna want to meet Sierra too. You’re family now, relationship or not.”

Oh shit. I hadn’t thought about it that way. I thought about Sierra being part of my crew, but I honestly hadn’t thought about the families meeting. I blanched a little.

“Uh… You’re not like a daddy’s special princess kind of girl are you?”

Sierra’s grin was positively wicked when she replied, “Well, I am his only kid. What do you think?”

Fuck. I wasn’t the guy you introduced to your parents. Especially not after I already knocked her up and stuck her with me for the next eighteen years at least.

Rooster came up beside me, having obviously heard the whole thing, and patted my shoulder. “Might want to start digging, brother. I get the feeling her daddy isn’t going to be happy you knocked up his only kid. You’ll be six feet under by the end of the night.”