45. Zane
45
ZANE
They’ll deny it later—three of the most dangerous men in Wolf Pike, sitting cross-legged on our back patio while my four-year-old stepdaughter teaches them some complicated hand-clapping game. But right now, watching Violet direct Clay’s massive hands with all the authority of a tiny drill sergeant, I can’t stop grinning.
“No, Uncle Clay.” She sighs with the infinite patience of the young teaching the old. “Like this. One, two, cross, snap.”
Clay’s fingers tangle again. For a man who can strip and rebuild a Harley blindfolded, he’s hilariously uncoordinated at children’s games.
“Maybe demonstrate again?” He wipes sweat from his forehead, deadly serious about mastering whatever pattern Violet’s invented.
Kip catches my eye and winks. He’s got the rhythm down already, his quick hands matching Violet’s perfectly. Show-off.
“Uncle Teller needs help too.” Violet pivots, zeroing in on her next victim. “Watch me.”
Our MC president, the man who’s faced down rival gangs without flinching, nods solemnly. “Yes, ma’am.”
From my position leaning against the doorframe, I study the scene like I might a piece to ink—the contrast of huge bikers and tiny teachers, the way the afternoon sun catches Violet’s dark curls, how naturally these hardened men soften for our girls.
Our girls. The thought still hits sometimes, how completely they’ve become ours, how family grows in unexpected ways.
I turn to find Evie beside me, one hand resting on her growing belly. Thirteen weeks now, the twins are making themselves known in subtle changes to her body.
I wrap an arm around her waist. “She’s got them wrapped around her finger like everyone else.”
On the patio, Violet’s game evolves to include foot movements. Clay nearly trips over himself, trying to coordinate his hands and feet, which makes her giggle.
“Again!” she demands. “You almost had it.”
“Gonna need a beer first.” Kip stretches. “Work up to the advanced moves.”
“Me too!” Violet bounces.
“Nice try, princess,” I call out. “Juice for you.”
She pouts but accepts the compromise, especially when Teller offers to get drinks for everyone.
“Look.” Daisy holds up her sketch, which features quick lines that capture Clay’s concentrated face and Violet’s animated gestures.
“That’s really good.” I crouch beside her, studying the details. “You got Clay’s expression perfect.”
She beams at the praise. “Chase showed me how to do expressions. Said it’s all in the little lines.” She flips pages, revealing more sketches. “Speaking of Chase…I’ve been practicing. For when I’m old enough.”
The drawings show tattoo designs—flowers and birds—that are becoming more sophisticated. One page catches my eye, three interwoven wolves rendered with surprising skill.
“That’s beautiful, baby.” Evie joins us. “But you know the rules.”
“Twenty years.” Daisy sighs. “I know. But I want one like Daddy Chase’s. All the cool designs and colors.”
The word Daddy catches me sometimes. How easily both girls adapted to having three fathers.
“Tell you what.” I tap the wolf drawing. “Keep practicing. By the time you’re old enough, you’ll be better than Chase.”
“Don’t let him hear that.” Evie laughs. “His ego’s big enough.”
“Too late.” Chase appears from inside, carrying more drinks. “Already planning her apprenticeship.”
“Twenty years.” Evie insists again.
“Twenty years.” Chase kisses her temple. “Plenty of time to perfect her style.”
Violet abandons her game, drawn by our conversation. “I want one too! With unicorns and dragons and?—”
“And juice.” I hand her a cup, cutting off what would definitely be an elaborate mythological menagerie. “Drink up, game master.”
She gulps her juice, already planning her next activity.
The afternoon settles into comfortable chaos. More MC brothers drift in, drawn by laughter and cold beer. Owen arrives with Draven and Rose, immediately joining the girls in their game.
I watch it all through an artist’s eye—the composition of a family built from broken pieces. How naturally bikers and children mix. The way Rose relaxes into Draven’s side, her federal agent edge softening.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Rick appears, handing a bottle to me.
“Just observing.” I accept the bottle. “How normal this feels. MC members play kids’ games. Former FBI agents at the grill. Three brothers sharing one woman and five kids.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Five?”
“Two here.” I touch Evie’s stomach as she passes. “Two cooking. One Owen. Do the math.”
His laugh carries across the patio, making others look up. But he gets it—how our family expands in unexpected ways, how love grows to include more than we planned.
“Daddy Zane!” Violet calls. “Come learn the new part!”
“Duty calls.” I hand Rick my beer. “Try not to laugh when I fail as badly as Clay.”
But I go because that’s what fathers do. We learn complicated games and talent and build families from whatever pieces life gives us.
Night settles over Wolf Pike, transforming our backyard into shadows and starlight. The party’s wound down—kids tucked into beds, MC brothers rumbling home on their bikes. Just the quiet aftermath of family chaos remains.
Evie moves around the kitchen, loading the dishwasher while humming something under her breath. The sight of her in bare feet, wearing one of my brother’s shirts, hits me harder than any whiskey.
“Girls asleep?” I slide behind her, hands finding her hips.
“Finally.” She leans back against me. “Violet made Teller promise three times to learn the rest of her game tomorrow.”
“Poor bastard doesn’t know what he’s in for.” I kiss her neck, tasting salt and sunshine. “She’ll have him doing choreography next.”
Her laugh vibrates through both of us. “Like you were any better at it.”
“Hey, I nailed that cross-snap thing.” My fingers slip under her shirt, finding bare skin. “Got talented hands, remember?”
“Mmm.” She turns in my arms. “Prove it.”
The challenge in her eyes, the way she bites her lip—she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Ever since that first day she moved in next door.
“Here?” I glance toward the stairs where my brothers disappeared to shower. “Bit public, don’t you think?”
“Since when are you shy?” She pulls me down for a kiss that tastes like promise. “Besides, they’ll find us eventually.”
She wants them to find us. Wants them to watch what I do to her before joining in.
“Fucking tease.” I lift her onto the counter, hands already pushing that shirt higher. “You planned this.”
“Maybe.” Her legs wrap around my waist. “Working so far, isn’t it?”
Her breasts have grown fuller since the pregnancy, and her nipples are darker and more sensitive. When I take one in my mouth, she arches with a gasp that goes straight to my cock.
“Quiet.” I remind her. “Don’t want to wake the girls.”
She bites her lip, trying to muffle her sounds as I work her nipples. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in when I suck particularly hard.
“Zane.” My name comes breathless.
I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her soaked through her panties. “So wet already. Sure you want to start without them?”
She grinds against my palm. “I don’t care.”
Who am I to deny her? I push the thin fabric aside, sliding two fingers deep while my thumb works her clit. She’s tighter than ever.
“Fuck.” The word escapes when she clenches around my fingers. “Love how responsive you are like this.”
Movement on the stairs catches my attention—Chase leaning against the wall, watching us, his hair still damp from the shower. His eyes meet mine over Evie’s shoulder.
“Don’t stop on my account.” He grins. “Enjoying the show.”
Evie moans at his voice, riding my fingers harder. “Join us?”
“In a minute.” He settles into a chair. “Want to watch Zane make you come first.”
The exhibitionist streak that made her put on window shows comes roaring back. She throws her head back, giving Chase a perfect view of where my fingers disappear inside her.
“Close?” I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her shake.
She nods, beyond words. I work her faster, harder until she comes with a cry muffled against my shoulder.
“Beautiful.” Chase’s voice comes rough. “Now get those clothes off her.”
I obey, stripping her shirt over her head. Her panties join it on the floor, leaving her naked and flushed on our kitchen counter.
“My turn.” Chase moves behind her, hands cupping her breasts while I drop to my knees.
The first taste of her is like heaven, sweet and perfect. She’s dripping, swollen, and sensitive from her first orgasm. I lap at her slowly, savoring every drop while Chase works her nipples.
“Please.” She rocks against my tongue. “Need more.”
“More what?” Rick’s voice joins us. “Started without me?”
“She was impatient.” I come up for air, chin wet with her arousal. “Couldn’t wait.”
He moves closer, already hard in his sweats. “That right, baby? Couldn’t wait for all of us?”
She reaches for him, pulling him in for a desperate kiss. “I want all of you now.”
“How do you want us?” Chase asks, still teasing her nipples. “Tell us what you need.”
She shivers between us. “Want to feel you all. Want—oh!”
My tongue finds her clit again, cutting off her words. Chase keeps her upright while Rick swallows her moans with kisses.
“Bedroom.” Rick finally says.
I carry her upstairs, loving how she clings to me. My brothers follow, already stripping clothes.
Our bed’s big enough for four—had to be. She sprawls in the center, skin glowing in lamplight. The slight swell of her stomach only makes her more beautiful.
“How do you want to play this?” Chase asks her.
She reaches for me. “Want you inside me. Want to taste them while you fuck me.”
Jesus Christ.
I settle between her thighs while my brothers position themselves by her head. When I push inside, we all groan at how perfect she feels.
She takes Rick’s cock in her mouth first, one hand working Chase’s shaft. The sight nearly makes me lose it—her taking all of us at once, giving and taking pleasure.
“Fuck, baby.” Rick’s hand fists in her hair. “Just like that.”
I find a rhythm that works, each thrust pushing her further onto Rick’s cock while she strokes Chase. The sounds she makes around Rick drive us all crazy.
She switches to Chase’s cock, taking him deep while stroking Rick. I pick up speed, angling to hit the depth of her core.
“Close,” Chase warns. “Gonna come.”
She doubles her efforts, working both cocks while I pound into her. Chase comes first, spilling down her throat. Rick follows moments later, marking her breasts.
The sight triggers my own release. I drive deep one last time, emptying inside her with a curse.
After that, we gently clean her, taking turns with warm washcloths. She drifts between us, thoroughly satisfied.
“Love you,” she murmurs, already half asleep. “All of you.”
“Love you too,” we answer together.
She falls asleep, curled against Rick while Chase spoons her from behind. I settle at her feet, one hand on her ankle.
Some love expands to include everything. Some passion can transform into forever.