Chapter 4
BB
Fucking hell.
The last two months have been fucking hell.
I decided to listen to my dad and stay away from Beau Harper.
I didn’t want to. It went against everything in me to do it.
Still, I knew that I’d done enough damage.
I didn’t want to make things worse on her or the club.
Seeing her now is like a sucker punch to the gut.
After months of nothing but regretting how things ended, just taking her in makes me wonder how in the fuck I ever made the mistake I did.
Nothing about this woman says easy lay who wants to be a club play toy.
She’s the kind of woman you work for—one you earn.
I’m an idiot.
She’s wearing faded, cutoff jeans that hug her apple shaped ass.
They’re so worn there are some strings hanging down that I want to use to tug her to me—or maybe to yank them down and bend her over the damn picnic table.
She’s got a Harley Davidson peach colored tank top on that is curved over her tits and leaves very little to the imagination.
My hand shakes with the need to pull my shirt off, force it over her head, and cover her up.
I don’t know where the possessiveness I feel about her comes from, but I’m not going to question it.
I’ve regretted my actions since the day she got in her truck and pulled away from the club.
I’ve missed her constantly since then. So, I’m done second guessing myself.
I’ve never wanted a woman like this … ever. I don’t want to walk away.
I didn’t expect to see her today. I mean, I know Gordo works at Beau’s.
I just didn’t figure she would be here for a kid’s birthday.
It’s not like she has kids of her own. I’m here because Ty and Gordo’s kid, Slider, are tight.
I make it a priority to stay close to my son.
He’s getting at that age where he wants more freedom.
He spends a couple nights a week with Mom and Dad.
I usually crash at the clubhouse on those days.
I have a townhome close to Ty’s school where I live with him.
I make damn sure to be a presence in my son’s life.
I may have had him way too young, but I never want him to think for a second that he isn’t wanted.
Ty is my life and he’s already at the age where he thinks having his old man around is a pain in his ass when his buddies are there.
I knew it was coming, I just didn’t think it would happen this soon.
Beau Harper has spent this entire party ignoring me.
She’s sitting beside fucking Callum and Apex.
I’m at the table behind her with a few of the baseball dads.
I’m not really adding to their conversation.
I’m too busy listening to Apex flirt with the woman I pushed away—the woman I plan to claim as mine.
Making her my old lady was a thought in my head, because I wanted her.
After sitting through the hell that is today, it’s a necessity.
If I have to spend one more day watching another man trying to get what is mine, I’m going to kill someone.
Considering Apex is a member of our club—and one that holds promise—I’m thinking that’d be one more thing Dad would chew my ass out for.
“Aunt Beau the chocolate stuff was awesome!” Slider exclaims. My body stiffens as I watch his interaction with Beau.
There’s a bond there. I’m not sure why that bothers me, but it does.
Does she have something going on with Gordo?
It’s possible, but he doesn’t seem like her type.
Gordo is laid back. Beau needs a man to take charge.
Of course I don’t know the man well. I can only go by what I see.
Still, he seems like the type to let the woman have complete control.
For some women that would work. I’ve had Beau in my bed, though.
My cock has been in her mouth. She not only likes having a man that takes control—her body also craves it.
Gordo doesn’t belong to a club, so he and I don’t have much interaction.
I find it odd, though, that his kid is only ten, but he has club life written all over him.
It doesn’t hurt that they already gave the kid a road name.
Sure, he got it because of baseball, but the fact remains it’s a solid club name.
It sure is a fuck of a lot better than BB.
That’s the trouble with being the son of an integral part of the club.
You end up with the name your family has called you your whole life.
BB stands for Bad Bart. My parents think it’s hilarious.
I think they need their head examined. Hunter Bartholomew Evans is not a name anyone should saddle their kid with.
I don’t care if it is my father’s name. It’s not one I want.
I get it worse because at least Dad could run away from his middle name.
No one calls me Hunter. They all refuse.
I’ve always been Bad Bart or BB. My mother thinks it is cute.
My dad snickers like a little kid—much like he does at his own outrageous T-shirts that he wears.
That’s why my son has a simple name. Ty Evans.
That’s it. There’s no way in hell I was going to chain him to the hell I’ve suffered.
“I’m glad, Slider, buddy. Are you having a good birthday?” she asks, her fingers sifting through his hair.
“Yeah. So far though your chocolate stuff and my new Louisville Slugger you bought me are my favorites,” Slider says.
Yeah. They definitely have a special connection. What the fuck? Am I going to have to fight men to lay a claim to Beau? That is if I can ever get her to talk to me. Christ.
“I’m glad kiddo,” she says, grinning down at him and her eyes shining brightly. Fuck, her blue eyes make my dick hard. Hell, everything about her does that, but her blues eyes take my breath. “Maybe we should have cake and ice cream now,” she suggests.
“Okay, but I’d rather have more of your chocolate stuff.”
She laughs and fuck, the sound of it is beautiful.
I try to tear my gaze away from her, but I just can’t.
It’s impossible. The damn woman has me hypnotized.
“Hey, Beau.” I think I stop breathing as my son comes up to stand by them.
Beau smiles at my son and it’s genuine, I can tell that from where I’m sitting. “Hey, Ty.”
Hey, Ty. It shouldn’t matter how she is around my son, but it does. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. She’s just being nice to him. It still causes a reaction inside of me that I can’t truly describe. I just know I like it.
“Did you really paint Amie?”
“I did. Do you like her?”
Ame?
“For sure. When I get old enough to have a car, I want one just like her.” He pauses for a minute like he’s picturing it, then adds, “But maybe not that green color. It’s really cool, just a little too girly for me.”
“That was the original color. I did soup it up a little bit. I like it to sparkle.”
“Cause you’re a girl,” Ty jokes.
“Probably,” she says with a wink. “But I’ll tell you a secret.”
“What’s that?” Ty asks, and honest to God, he seems as enraptured with her as I am. Fuck, I screwed up so colossal that I want to kick my own ass over and over.
She leans down and whispers into my son’s ear and motherfucker, it’s twisted as hell but I’m jealous of my own son.
I have no idea what she’s saying to him, but I see surprise move over my son’s face.
When he looks back up at her, his face is filled with an emotion I’ve never seen on him before. It might even be adoration. “No way!”
“Yes way. You’ll keep my secret, right?”
“For sure!”
“You do that and maybe I’ll introduce you.”
“Holy shit. You’d do that?” That look on his face morphs into something even better.
There’s so much happiness coming from my boy that I can barely breathe.
Ty is truly an amazing son. He loves with his whole heart.
Hell, he keeps me going half the time. I was a kid myself so in a way, we grew up together—at least in the beginning.
I like to think I got my head out of my ass to be the father he deserved early on.
Yet, I know that not having a mother has been hard on him.
You can’t shield a kid from the world—or the bullies in school who pick up any differences and wield those like sharp knives.
Ty ignored it for the most part. I know it’s marked him, though.
He’s reserved around other parents when we are at baseball games and such.
He holds himself aloof from most female adults in general—the exception being my mother and sister.
He likes Beth, too. That’s about it, though.
That’s why seeing him with Beau makes my heart beat a million miles a minute.
“Sure. I’ll talk to Torch and have him bring you over when he comes and picks it up.”
“Awesome,” Ty responds, his eyes lighting up like it’s fucking Christmas.
My heart squeezes in my chest. My boy is many things, but he’s mostly reserved when dealing with others.
Watching him now is a gift that I rarely see—unless it’s me, him, and my immediate family.
Hell, even then it’s rare. Which is proof alone that Beau is different.
She’s special. I treated her like a bed warmer and kicked her out of my fucking bed.
I’ve fucked everything up.
I haven’t approached her today. To be honest, I’ve been fighting myself to keep from it.
I need to talk to her, though. I need to try and make this right.
I want Beau in my life. I want to explore this pull I have toward her, and I want to see my son have more of the happiness I see on his face right now. I want all of that and more.
I watch as the cake and ice cream are passed around.
My gaze keeps glued to Beau. Several guys are openly flirting with her.
I’m not positive she picks up on it. I do notice that she treats them all like family.
That’s probably the only thing that keeps me from taking their heads off.
I also notice that Callum is the only man she seems entirely comfortable around.
There’s a rapport between them that is completely familial.
I ate her food, and it was damn good—especially the chocolate stuff that Slider was raving about.
She’s apparently not only spectacular at painting vehicles, but also cooking, sucking cock, and fucking a man while wringing multiple orgasms from him.
Christ, I fucking screwed up.
I let my thoughts fade as I watch a gray Dodge truck with a white box trailer pulling up.
The trailer has Beau’s Customs painted in bright red letters on the side.
“Son, can you come up here a minute?” Gordo says once he’s standing at the door of the trailer.
I stand watching as Slider walks to his dad.
“Beau, I think you should be here, too. Since this gift is from both of us.”
Fuck, she is in a relationship with him.
It feels like acid is moving through my blood, burning me.
I’ve let this shit go on too long. I should have made her speak to me the same day she drove away from the clubhouse.
I look at the son of a bitch standing there proudly calling out to the woman who should have been mine.
Fuck that shit. She will be mine.
“Not on your life,” Beau laughs waving her hand as if to ward him off. “This is all you. I just prettied it up a bit,” she says refusing to join him. That’s a good thing. It might be the only thing that saves his damn life.
“What’s going on?” Slider asks.
Gordo opens the back of the trailer steps inside and then he’s rolling out a brand-new Yamaha Raptor 90.
It’s a kid’s dream I’m sure—I know because I got Ty one a while back.
What makes this one so nice is the custom paint job that I instantly know is Beau’s handiwork.
It’s a blue metal flake, but there’s an airbrushed complicated design of a baseball and a trail of fire on the front fender.
The back fender, however, has his nickname Slider written on it in the prettiest opal paint I’ve ever seen.
It’s done with such care it looks like the name is bursting out of the fender and coming closer to you with each letter. It’s fucking gorgeous.
Slider is moving his hands over it, hugging his dad and looks blown away.
He says something to Gordo. I don’t catch it.
What does get my attention is the way he runs to Beau and hugs her, wrapping his arms around her tight.
“I love it, Beau,” he breathes. I can’t see his face, but Beau is facing me and even from the distance between us, I can see her smile.
I don’t know what she tells him, since everyone starts clamoring around them.
It doesn’t matter. I saw the happiness that enveloped her features.
I’d already decided, but now? Now, I’m making myself a fucking vow.
I will be the man in Beau’s life and somehow, I will get us to the point that I’m the reason she’s that happy every fucking day.
Yes, I’m going to give my boy a woman in his life who will cherish his hugs like she clearly does Slider’s.
That’s one reason, but it’s more than that.
I want to be the man who gets her in every way imaginable.
Beau will belong to me—heart, mind, body and motherfucking soul.