KAT
A week after the party, Maria and I returned to Little Rock to start packing up the townhouse. The most difficult part was being away from the boys for half the day. To distract me, Maria kept us focused on our to-do list.
Meanwhile, Rowdy supervised the club prospects moving the heavy furniture. Sabrina, Vanessa, Moe, and Xandy worked on packing the kitchen and living room. Maria and I organized our clothing and daily necessities.
Rowdy decided to bring two trucks. One haul was destined for his condo’s storage unit. The second truck included bigger furniture headed for a larger storage unit we rented near his parents’ house.
Though we couldn’t pack up everything in one day, we made a large dent. Maria and Farley planned to return later in the week to tackle the arts and crafts room.
Sensing I needed to see the boys, Rowdy dropped me off at his parents’ house before he guided the others to the storage units.
I felt so strange being away from the boys for so long.
Bebe had sent updates every thirty minutes.
The boys had mostly slept while I was gone.
Yet, I couldn’t help feeling as if I’d missed everything.
I was able to settle down once I snuggled each boy. Their soft skin and clean scent helped me think clearly again. Despite the emotionally stressful day, I was happy to have taken another step toward intertwining my life with Rowdy’s.
Over the following weeks, Maria and I quit our jobs.
We changed our address on various accounts.
Nova recommended her pediatrician in Little Memphis, while Elle suggested I see her OB/GYN.
Soon, I’d made appointments for my upcoming checkups.
Once the townhouse was emptied out, we hired contractors to do repairs to ready it for sale.
As Rowdy began riding during the day, Maria and I ventured out of the condo more often.
One weekend, we joined Bebe and Shay at the farmers’ market, where we met up with Darby Curran and her live-in girlfriend, Keener.
As we explored the various stalls, Cavan slept in a sling against my chest. Cuddled in Maria’s sling, Colson looked around.
A few days a week, Maria and I walked with Ivy around the area by the condos. We explored stores and restaurants. The boys slept well as long as we kept moving. On the weekends, when Boone and Nova stayed at their condo, we spent time with them in the courtyard, game room, or pool.
Most evenings, I spent time alone with Rowdy and the boys. I often cooked dinner while he played with the babies. We alternated between Kung Fu movies and rom coms. Once a week, Maria and Farley joined us for dinner, or we went to Farley’s condo.
My sister hadn’t taken long to jump into the handsome biker’s bed. I didn’t blame her. I was dying to fully share my body again with Rowdy.
“I’m going to fuck you into a coma,” Rowdy kept threatening.
Finally, I told him, “Okay, but then you’ll need to deal with the night feeding on your own.”
A grinning Rowdy murmured, “In that case, I’ll fuck you into a light nap.”
Despite our lack of fully penetrative sex, our future looked set. My paintings were on the condo walls. A cat tower was set up in the corner. By then, though, the cats’ favorite spot was on top of Goblin’s cage.
One night, before the boys’ feeding, Rowdy woke me to reveal a picture he took of the cats and Goblin downstairs.
Witchy and Wicked had given in to the dog’s begging and joined him in the cage.
Rowdy’s picture showed the girls curled up together with Goblin’s little body stuck in the middle.
Their new friendship was one more step to merging my life with Rowdy’s.
With sex on my mind, I went to a spa with Maria, Lula, and Ivy before my eight-week checkup. I planned to get waxed and exfoliated to help me feel sexy for my first time fully naked in front of Rowdy. Maria and Ivy mimicked my beauty routine, but Lula chose to simply get a pedicure.
“I’m pregnant,” she whispered when we encouraged her to go wilder with her beauty routine. “It’s very early, and I’m paranoid about everything. So, I’ll stick to pampering my feet while you foxes go nuts.”
As we took turns hugging her, Lula hid her feelings better than her younger siblings. Yet, I could tell she was both excited and terrified about the pregnancy. She made us promise not to blab until she finished with her first trimester.
As Maria and I were exfoliated, my sister spoke in Estonian, “Everyone is having babies.”
“Has Farley mentioned kids?”
“He’s wild over the twins. I’ve warned him that I would likely get pregnant with twins, too, but he makes it sound like a good thing.”
“I promise to take care of you with the same devotion you showed me.”
“You have the boys and the cats to worry about.”
“I’ll still treat you like a queen,” I said and reached for her hand. “But we’ll have help from so many people while you had to care for me all by yourself.”
“It’s not a competition.”
“No, it is, and you won.”
As Maria smiled softly, I felt her thinking about the future. She was normally a very pragmatic person. We both were, even if I had a weakness for a specific biker.
Now, Maria was willing to toss aside her prudent nature and embrace a wild desire for a man she barely knew.
My own crazy need left me giddy after I visited the OB/GYN. Not only was I cleared for normal activities, but I had an IUD inserted during the visit. I was good to go for my big date night with Rowdy!
We drove to his parents’ house with me behind the wheel of my minivan and Rowdy riding his motorcycle. Bebe promised she would call if she had any questions or concerns. Despite trusting her, I kept cuddling the boys as if I wouldn’t see them for a week rather than only until tomorrow morning.
“We’ll be over early,” I said as Rowdy wrapped his arms around my body and maneuvered me toward the door.
“Take your time,” Pax said from the couch where he ate from a Cheez-It box. “Vanessa is staying over tonight to help us old folks. We’ve got plenty of hands, so you sleep in and enjoy running around naked.”
I frowned at Pax, who handed the box to Vanessa as they watched “The Rifleman” on TV. He either didn’t notice my gaze on him or didn’t care. Rowdy ignored my grumpiness and shuffled us out of the house.
“I thought we could go riding today,” Rowdy suggested once we were on the front porch. “I’ve got you a helmet, gloves, and a jacket. You know, just in case you fall off. This way, you won’t get scratched up.”
I glanced at his motorcycle and frowned. “The babies are only two months old. We can’t leave them overnight.”
“Why?”
I gripped his shirt and hissed, “I have no sensible reason. I just don’t want to leave them.”
Rowdy grinned at my threatening tone. “We’ll go on our date, head back to the condo where I’ll plug your deprived pussy with my thankful dick. After we’re fucked-out, we’ll drive back here and sleep in the guest room. We’ll only be gone for a few hours.”
Sighing, I admitted, “I do like the sound of that pussy plugging part, but our babies are so small.”
“They won’t forget you.”
Feeling panicked, I whined, “You can’t possibly know that.”
“Of course I can. I’ve read plenty of stuff about baby development. Are you calling me dumb?” he asked and put on his saddest expression.
“That pouty shit won’t work,” I muttered and stared into the house, where Bebe talked to the babies in their bassinet.
“What if I dance for you?” Rowdy asked and strutted around the yard while humming the Sinatra tune, “I’ve Got You Under My Skin.”
My grumpiness faded at the sight of his shaking ass. “Well, you are a very talented dancer. Maybe I shouldn’t argue with your plan.”
Rowdy grinned like a man with the world in the palm of his hand. Unable to deny his charm, I put on the gloves, jacket, and helmet. Rowdy helped me climb onto the back of his motorcycle.
“Despite how sexy this will feel,” he said, looking at me over his shoulder, “try not to fondle me while we’re riding. My boner might spring out of my jeans and cause a wreck.”
“I make no promises,” I said and wrapped my arms around him. “Where are we going?”
“Just around the neighborhood.”
“That’s it?”
“It’s your first time,” Rowdy murmured and smirked over his shoulder. “I plan to treat you with the kid gloves you offered my dick during our first blowjob.”
Giggling at his bullshit, I held on and exhaled deeply. I’d dreamed of this moment since I was a teenager. Every school day, Rowdy would roll into the high school’s parking lot. Though his hair was shorter then, it would get just as wild from the wind.
Of course, in my fantasies, my hair was also flying in the wind. Today, though, I was mostly concerned with avoiding injuries and ruining our date night.
We rode around the mostly undeveloped Sleepy Eye Community. A few people sat on their front porches and waved each time we passed by.
Rowdy was so careful with every turn to ensure I didn’t fly off. I followed his body’s movements, much like I did when we were in the back seat of my SUV.
Tonight, after we shared a dinner out, we would return to the condo, where I’d finally get to feel Rowdy Reed inside me again.