Page 20 of Dagger's Target
“You’ll figure it out. I promise you, though, when you do, you’ll understand the difference.” I bring her hand back to my lips, kissing it once more. “If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable, you tell me. Kat, one thing about being mine means you don’t take shit from anyone. Not from my brothers, which I doubt they’d say anything, not the ol’ ladies, though they wouldn’t do that, and sure as fuck not from the clubwhores. They fuck with you, and I’ll deal with them.”
Katrina gives me a small smile, and I’m glad to see that I’ve broken through her nerves, even if it’s just slightly.
“It’s gonna be all right, baby,” I tell her, releasing her hand.
I get out of the truck and round the front just as she closes the passenger door. I take her hand once again, tug her close, and tuck her against my side, my arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. She’s not exactly tall, but she wasn’t short either. With her height, her head meets my shoulder.
My opinion is that she’s the right mixture of everything. On her knees, she meets my cock without lowering further or stretching upward. When I have her bent over the bed or couch, I can easily slide inside her pussy and not worry. Most of the time, I keep her ass in the air and feet off the ground while taking her from behind.
The best view, though, is when I’ve got her riding me while I play with her tits.
I know in the months coming, I’ll have to get creative in what ways I take her. I read where pregnant women should avoid lying flat on their backs as it can cause issues with blood flow and digestive issues, as well as back pains. I intend to make sure Katrina is as comfortable as possible throughout the whole pregnancy.
Working in the medical field during my military years, I didn’t have to deal with pregnancies on deployments, so I know nothing about it, but I knew plenty of cleaning up bullet wounds and such that my brothers in arms would get.
“Finally.” Avery’s exasperated sigh pulls me from my thoughts as we approach the group of women who had eyes on us, my Prez’s woman, though, glares at me. “You’ve been hogging her for way too long and not letting us bring her into the fold.”
“Sunshine,” Hammer grunts, his lip twitching.
“Don’t Sunshine me, Hammer. I speak only the truth, and you damn well know it,” she snaps and looks over her shoulder. I’m sure to make sure her kids didn’t hear her curse.
The women were constantly making sure to check their language around the kids here. Ever since Taylor repeated after Avery by saying ‘Fuck’. It’d been hilarious at the time, still is because it was her first word. Hearing that little girl say ‘Momma fuck”. Who wouldn’t laugh.
“She’s here now, so let’s ditch the guys and go talk,” CJ says, stepping toward Katrina, taking her hand, and tugging. “Come on, Rina, let’s lose these guys and have girl time.”
“Rina?” I cock a brow at CJ in question.
“Yeah, Rina.” She nods. “Can’t call her Katrina all the time, that’s just to much. Kat is her vocal name, so it’s not special enough. Rina, though, it’s got a ring to it.”
Damn, if the woman isn’t right.
Katrina tilts her head back, and I lean in, pressing a kiss to her lips.
“Have fun, baby,” I tell her, letting CJ pull her away.
As the engulfed her and moved away from the group, my brothers stepped closer.
“Heard from Grinder last night,” Hammer states, watching me closely.
“What did he have to say?” My gut tightened at the mention of the Colorado Charter President. I get he wants to meet his sister, his dad wants to meet his daughter, but they can’t push in on her.
“They were in Tennessee visiting Lucky and his ol’ lady. Driver went to visit his sister and the baby. Grinder and Boxer joined in, along with a few other brothers.” He pauses and shakes his head. “Said he was coming here. They left early this morning and should be here within the next hour. They’re done waiting.”
“Fuck.” I let out a breath of frustration. “Do they not realize the stress they could cause by showing up and her not knowing it? She’s fuckin’ pregnant and doesn’t need the stress.”
“I think your woman will be fine,” Gunner remarks. “She’s tougher than you think. If the stress of her studio being trashed didn’t fuck with her, this shouldn’t either.”
I take in Gunner’s expression as he nods. He really believes what he’s saying.
“Gunner’s right,” Malice grunts.
“She’s tough and can handle this,” Axe adds. “Though you might want to warn her before they get here.”
I nod my agreement, my jaw clenched, my mood soured by the news. “She might be tough, but this is her first family cookout here at the clubhouse, and she was nervous enough about that. Add in her family showing up, she’s gonna freak the fuck out.”
“But you’ll be with her. Let her lean on you,” Hammer advises. “Long as she’s got you, she’ll be good.”
“How do you know that?”
