Chapter two
Zarah
Drinking from my coffee and then spitting it out in front of my brother-in-law’s club wasn’t something I wanted to do but here we are. Ana laughs and hands me a napkin to clean up my jeans, where the coffee landed.
Some of the men laugh but say nothing thank God. These guys are cheeky buggers but luckily for me I can keep up with their banter.
“Oh, this I need to see. One of this lot dressed up as jolly old Santa Clause,” I jest, while still cleaning my jeans off, thank the Lord that the hot liquid didn’t touch my suede boots, that cost me a small fortune.
“That’s good to hear, Z because you have been volunteered to play Santa’s little helper. We need to size you up for an Elf costume.” Lola winks at me and I joke on the air I suck into my lungs.
Ana rubs my back as I gasp for air and I look up to see Maze smirking at me. Oh, the little shit.
“I think Maze would be an amazing Santa. You know how much he loves kids,” he doesn’t. He really doesn’t. He is okay when they are small and don’t do much but as soon as they starts wriggling and crawling, he freaks out.
His eyes widen and people chuckle at his response. I wait for his backlash, but it doesn’t come, he just stares at me before he slides off the stool and steps over to me. My heart rates picks up the closer he gets. My palms sweat, and I am thankful for the napkin still in my palm.
He is like walking sex, in his jeans, long sleeve Henley and club cut. His boots thud with every step. One side of his mouth kicks up, and he brings his hand up to brush his hair back off his face. He reminds me so much of Taylor Kitsch in the Friday Night Lights TV show.
Everyone goes quite waiting to hear what he will say to me. Leaning forward he rests his hands on the arms of the chair I am sitting in and brings his mouth to my ear before he speaks.
“Are you going to wear a sexy little Elf outfit for me, sweetheart? A tiny little skirt, stockings, and no knickers, just for me.” His words hit me right in my core and I have to force my thighs not to press together to give away my bodies reaction to this man.
“Maybe. Are you going to go commando under your Santa suit just for me?”
“I will if you want me too, but after we get back from the hospital, I can peel you out of the outfit and fuck you into the new year.” His breath coats the shell of my ear and I can’t stop the shiver that takes over my body.
He has never spoken to me like this before, bantered back and forth yes, but never speaking dirty right to me, making my body hum with desire for him.
I am about to answer when the main door opens, and woman walks in looking like she just walked off a catwalk. She looks around the room, searching for someone, until her gaze settle on Maze.
Her eyes narrow then she steps over to us, and Maze straightens.
“Can I help you?” Suede asks the woman. He is the President of the Unforgiven Riders MC and everyone answers to him.
“I suppose you could as well, but I have a Christmas gift for him in my car.” She nods her head at Maze.
“I don’t know you, lady.” He pipes in squaring his shoulders. She sniggers and explains.
“Not me, but you did know my sister. Carrie-Ann ring a bell?” she asks him, and I can see his eyes go wide with recognition. I step closer to him and touch his hand, to my surprise he wraps his fingers around mine, holding me to him.
The atmosphere around us feels thick, because these two people who clearly don’t know each other but have a connection.
Plus, what the hell is with all the mushy feelings I am feeling towards Maze all of a sudden?
I have known the man for years, but it is only when he dropped that skank Roberta, that I noticed a change in him.
The change brought forward my feelings for him, but I wasn’t sure how to handle them.
He used to shag all the time, then he stopped and tried with her, but it was her that fucked him over, so he went back to sleeping with random women, but he never seemed to put any effort in after that.
Maybe Maze wants to settle down. Greater things have happened.
“What has this got to with Carrie-Ann?” Maze asks.
“It is out in the car, I have enough to take care off. Now it is your turn.” With that she walks out of the room and into the cold air of a typical English December day. We are two weeks into December, and it is colder than a witches tit out there.
We have been collecting toys and gifts for the children at the hospital but now after Suedes update, we need to look for more adult gifts for parents and staff. That I can do, I will set up a page asking for people and business to donate gifts for men and women.
Maze walks out after her, leaving us gawking at them both until I snap out of it and follow behind the men following their brother. Before I make it through the door, I hear his voice bellowing in anger.
“You left a fucking baby in your car, in this fucking cold. What were you thinking?”
Baby? What the hell?
I push through everyone and see Mae holding a bundle of Christmas blankets, talk about giving a gift of life.
“Hey, I was only in there for a few minutes, it is not like she would get cold. She is wrapped up. She is yours, Maze. Her papers are in her bag.” She explains and hands the bag over to Dyson who is closest.
“What happened to Carrie-Ann?” Maze asks her as she gets back into her car, not giving a fuck that she is leaving her niece with complete strangers. She looks back at him right as she closes the door. You can see the pain in her eyes and my stomach drops into my boots.
“She died,” is all she says and drives off leaving everyone stunned.
I snap out of my stupor and step over to Maze.
“Come on. Let’s get her inside, in the warm.”
His eyes are narrowed as he keeps looking at the retreating car, then he looks down at the bundle in his arms and finally he brings his gaze to me.
His nostrils flare a few times before he sucks in a deep breath and nods his head.
With my arm on his back I guide him into the building where the girls are already waiting for us and information on what happened.
“How the hell did this happen?” Dyson demands dropping in a chair and pulling Jamie into his lap.
“Handsome, if you don’t know how babies we are made, then we have been doing something wrong.” she tells him, stroking his short beard.
I have always wondering what it would feel like to have a man beard rubbing against my skin in the right places, Maze has a stubble, not a beard. Shit where did that last part come from?
My feelings for him don’t matter anyway, he doesn’t want what I want.
He wants to fuck his way through life. I want a man that loves me with his whole heart, I want a family, a few pets maybe.
The date I was on tonight looked promising until his sister phoned saying that his ex-girlfriend has turned up at her house looking for him, damn I have never seen a man move so fast in my life.
That’s why I was late, he left me at the restaurant after picking me up, so I had to get a taxi home and get my car before coming here, but I wasn’t ready to let this lot know that my date run out on me so I lied and said it overrun. I also didn’t miss the way Maze’s body responded to that.
“I know how babies are made, I am talking about Maze fucking up and getting a chick pregnant when he doesn’t like kids.”
“I like kids enough, fuck face.” Maze snaps back at Dyson. “I always glove up for fucks sake, but we were drunk off our arses that weekend, so it is possible that I didn’t a time or two. Fuck I don’t know.” He sounds panicky all of a sudden.
“So, you do remember her?” Ace ask and Maze nods.
He is standing in the middle of the room, me close to his side but when I go to step away because this doesn’t involve me, he cuts his gaze to me and gives me a pleading look, like he is begging me to stay close. With a slight nod I step back to his side.
It sucks that this is happening to him, to a man that never planned on settling down but now he has to step up and be a father.
Be a man that this little girl deserves, but I know that he has plenty of good role models as I look around the room as his club brothers, who are watching his every move, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
“Umm, Maze. These were in her bag.” Sabrina says breaking my thoughts. She holds two pieces of paper.
“What are they?” I ask.
“Her birth certificate and a letter to Maze.”
“Can you read it out, please, sweetheart,” he asks her, his voice taking on a quieter tone. With a nod she reads.
“Dear Maze. Being with you was such an amazing weekend, one that I will always carry with me, in life and now in death. You see that weekend was my final goodbye to the world before things got worse in my life. I was dying when we met. I wanted one last carefree time for me and only me. No doctors or family members breathing down my neck. So, I thank you for that. I also thank you for our daughter. She is a true angel. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew that I had to stop any treatment I was receiving, and I needed to give her a chance of a life. Anyway, since she is with you now you, you have gathered that I didn’t make it.
But she was worth it, I got to hold her for a short time before I became too weak.
The club will support you; I have heard they are great men with even greater women.
All I ask is that you give her the best life a little girl can have and find her a perfect mummy to do girly things with her.
You need a brilliant woman in your life, Ash because you deserve it.
Take care of our baby girl and live life. Sincerely Carrie-Ann.”
By the time Sabrina has finished, every woman in the room is crying, Jamie included. You can hear a pin drop until Maze speaks.
“Well fuck me with a twisted wreath,”