Chapter Twenty-Seven
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PREACH
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I spend nearly an hour with Daisy, just holding her and letting her cry. I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life; my father’s abuse, prison, damn near drinking myself to death, but nothing compares to witnessing the pain I caused my woman. I swear her tears feel like acid, burning a hole straight to my heart.
When she finally cries herself to sleep, I lay her down on the bed and go to talk to Ice. Screw waiting until tomorrow. Daisy’s getting her date tonight. Since I don’t know shit about this kind of thing, I need Ice’s help.
As I walk into the common room, I see her and Mary sitting at the bar. I make my way straight to them. I hesitate for a second, wondering how I became such a pussy, but then I remember the sound of Daisy crying and think fuck it . “I want to take Daisy somewhere special tonight.”
Both look at me. A big smile spreads across Ice’s face. “You two finally get your shit straight?”
Did we? I’m not sure. “I think we’re finally heading in the right direction.”
“About damn time,” Mary says, taking a swig of her beer.
“So, where the hell should I take her?”
The women talk amongst themselves for a moment before responding to me. Mary nods to Ice, and she gives me my orders. “Daisy loves Buena Comida’s in Kansas City. Take her there for dinner, and then spend the night at The Wintergate.”
“Mexican food and a hotel? That’s it?”
Mary shrugs. “Daisy’s a simple girl. She doesn’t need you to spend a ton of money. All she wants is to spend some time with you.”
I know she’s right. Daisy has never asked me for anything. Even when she was younger, all she ever wanted to do was go for a ride on my bike. “Alright, you two go help her get ready, but don’t tell her what we’re doing.”
They don’t even respond, just get up and head straight to my room. I slide into Ice’s empty seat and motion toward the prospect for a drink. When he goes to grab a beer, I shout out, “No, just give me a bottle of water.”
“I see you’re hanging in there,” Timber says as he takes the seat next to mine.
I nod. “Yeah, man. Hanging on as fuckin’ tight as I can.”
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DAISY
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The sound of the door flying open wakes me. I have no clue what the heck is going on when Grams and Ice come rushing into the room. I sit up and shake the sleep from my brain. “What’s happening?”
Ice grabs my leg and gives it a little shake. “Get up. It’s time to get ready.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, as I’m lead across the room to the closet.
They both ignore me as Ice takes a suitcase from the closet and hands it to Grams.
She lays it on the bed and flips it open. She rummages through the few clothes that Preach brought from my apartment. After looking through everything, she turns to look at Ice and me. “There’s nothing here, just jeans and tee shirts.”
“That’s not gonna work.” Ice shakes her head then rushes toward the door. “Just wait a second. I have something.”
“What the hell is going on?” I shout as she leaves the room.
“You got a date, and we’re helping you get ready,” Grams says as she picks out panties, a bra, a pair of jeans, and my old AC/DC tee. She places them all in the suitcase and turns toward the dresser holding my makeup. “That will do for tomorrow. Now, all we need is your makeup and stuff.”
“What are you talking about? What date?”
Grams stops what she’s doing and smiles at me. “Preach is taking you out tonight.”
Tonight? “He said tomorrow.”
“I guess he changed his mind,” she says with a shrug before turning back to the dresser.
I watch as she starts to pick through my stuff, but jerk my eyes to the door when Ice walks inside. “Don’t pack her make-up yet. We’ll need it.”
She throws a red dress on the bed, followed by a pair of badass gold heels, then heads my way. As soon as she gets near, she starts ripping my clothes off. I struggle to stay dressed, but she has my shirt off before I can stop her. My pants come next. She bends down and pulls them off quickly. With that done, she walks back over to the bed.
“Hey!” I shout as she leaves me standing in just my bra and panties.
She looks over her shoulder. “You can handle the rest.”
I stare as she pushes the dress aside and pulls out a sexy, white lace underwear set. She tosses them at me and says, “Hurry up.”
I barely catch them before they fall to the floor. “Can someone tell me what the rush is?”
Ice looks toward Grams. “You didn’t tell her?”
She nods back. “I did, but she’s being stubborn.”
Now, wait just a damn minute. “I’m not being stubborn. I just don’t know what the hell is going on.”
Grams’ walks over to me and places her hands on my shoulder. “The man you love wants to make up for the fact that he treated you like shit. Take my advice and let him.”
I think for a second then nod. If he wants to do this for me, I’ll let him. Everyone is right. It’s time to let the past go. “Okay.”
I quickly change my panties and bra before Ice hands me a dress. “I bought this about a year ago, and it’s been hanging in my closet ever since. It’s got an empire waist, and you are a lot shorter than me, so it should fit over your belly.”
I slide it over my body and am shocked by how soft it feels. It’s a little tight across my chest, but everything I own is now that I’m pregnant. “It fits.”
Ice doesn’t bother replying, just leads me to the bed and sits me down. There, she spends the next hour doing my makeup and fixing my hair. After she’s done, she leans down and helps me into her favorite pair of Jimmy Choo’s and leads me to the mirror across the room.
I stare into the mirror and take in the way the dress flows around my belly as I run my hands over my baby bump. It’s noticeable, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m proud of my baby, and I don’t want to hide her.
“Nope, you need something,” she says as she starts digging through my stuff. She shakes her head then rushes out the door again.
I look towards Grams. “Where’s she going?”
She shrugs as she starts to put my makeup and perfume in the suitcase. “I don’t know, Daisy girl.”
We are both silent until Ice comes back into the room, carrying her ‘stripper case’. “I have just what you need in here.”
She tosses it on the bed and starts digging through it. Within seconds, Preach’s bed is covered with boas, crops, and more than a few G-strings. Finally, she pulls out a fake rose. It’s red with black paint lining the edges of the petals. “This will work.”
“You’re not putting a plastic flower in my hair,” I say, shaking my head.
She gives me a look that says to shut the hell up. “Just trust me.”
A minute later, I’m back in front of the mirror, staring at myself in awe. She was right, so right. The flower made all the difference. “I sort of feel like Cinderella right now, the biker babe version.”
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PREACH
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Timber and I are still shooting the shit when Ice walks into the common room. “She’s ready.”
My dick goes from soft to hard in an instant when I turn my head and see Daisy walk into the room. She’s wearing a blood red dress that stops just above her knee. It flows from her body, hugging her tits but leaving room for our child. It’s cut just low enough at the top to give me a glimpse of what I’ll be feasting on tonight.
Her gorgeous blonde hair is starting to grow out, nearly reaching her shoulders now. She has it pulled back on one side, with some sort of flower propped behind her ear. On any other woman, it would look fuckin’ ridiculous. On her, it looks incredible.
Her shoes are the icing on the cake. Never in my life have I noticed a woman’s shoes before, but these damn near bring me to my knees. They’re bright gold, tall as hell, and have some sort of string that crisscrosses around her legs to mid-calf. I imagine them digging into my back as I pound into her and have to adjust my dick.
“Well, fuck me,” Timber mumbles out before letting a low whistle slip from his mouth. “I never thought a woman could look as good with her clothes on as she does without, but she just proved me wrong.”
I jerk my head toward him as I send my fist into his stomach. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”
“That’s a gorgeous ass woman I’m talking about,” he wheezes out.
I’m about to respond when Daisy steps in front of me. “I’m ready.”
“Yeah, you are,” Timber says with a laugh.
I cut my eyes to him, but decide to let the comment go. No need for blood to be shed. It might piss Daisy off. I look back to her and try to keep my mind off of fucking her senseless. “Okay, Little Flower. Let’s go.”
Ice and Mary follow us outside, as well as half my brothers. It pisses me way the fuck off that they are staring at my woman, but I understand why. Daisy is abso-fuckin-lutely beautiful. I growl as I step past Reese, his mouth hanging to the ground. “Sorry, brother, but damn, she’s looking good.”
I ignore his words as we walk toward my bike. “I’m not sure how you’re gonna get on while wearing that dress.”
“It’s not just the dress. I’m pregnant. Even if I could get on, I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
I brought her to the clubhouse on my bike, and I never once thought about her safety. “Shit, Little Flower. I never thought of that.”
“We can take my car.”
“It’s not here.” I never even considered bringing it over. When I locked her in the room, a car was the last thing I wanted her to have.
Ice steps up to my side and holds up a set of keys. “You can take my baby, but if there is so much as a scratch on her when you get back, I will bury your ass.”
I stare at her keys like they are a snake ready to strike. Ice loves her car; I mean loves it. Everyone knows to not even touch the thing.
“Hello, did you go deaf on me? Do I need to go get that hot ass cop? I’m sure he’ll be happy to take Daisy somewhere.”
“Fuck no!” I say, jerking the keys from her hand. “If I see that dick, I’ll fuckin’ end him, and that will be on you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Quit being an ass. I was just trying to get your attention.”
Daisy steps between us placing her hand on my arm, “Let’s just go. I’m excited to see where you’re taking me, and I don’t want to wait.”
I can tell she’s placating me, trying to make me forget about Ice’s comment, but I don’t give a shit. Her thoughts are too close to mine. “Sounds good to me.”