Free Bad Boy's Baby: Wicked Angels MC by Heather West Page B

slim but there was a little roundness to her belly. I imagined putting my hand against it and cupping the hot skin. The image made my cock jump in my pants and I felt a shiver of lust.
     
    “I’m sorry, too,” Jenny said. She bit her lip and looked deeply into my eyes.
     
    Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed Jenny and pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth was soft, yielding, just like it had always been, and I slipped my tongue between her soft lips. Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close, pressing her dynamite body against mine. I could feel her nipples stiffening into little pebbles of desire and pressing against my chest. My cock twitched and chafed in my pants and I was rock hard in seconds. As Jenny slipped her little hands down my back, I nibbled her lower lip between my teeth. Jenny moaned softly and arched her back. My hands wormed around her body and squeezed the cheeks of her ass until she was moaning and grinding her hips against me. Her ass was just as succulent as I could remember, and just as firm.
     
    At the sound of approaching footsteps, Jenny broke apart from me and jumped back. Her lip was glistening with saliva and I could see her pulse pounding in her throat.
     
    “Leave me alone,” Jenny said in a shaky voice.
     
    I shook my head and laughed. “Fat chance, mama,” I told her. “I’m going outside. I’m going to wait for you until your shift is over. Then, we’re going to pick up Phin and take you both over to my place.”
     
    Jenny opened and closed her mouth without speaking. I thought she was going to try fighting me again, but finally she sighed. “Okay,” she said. “Fine. You win.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
    Jenny
     
     
    When I left the library at the end of my shift, I wasn’t surprised to see Tristan in the parking lot. He was sitting on the back of his bike and giving me a cocky smile. Whenever I saw him look at me like that, my insides melted. I hated that he inspired that reaction, but I couldn’t help it. Tristan was like oil to my water—we’d always clash, but we looked so damn good together. Part of me wanted him to bend me over and take me right there and then. The other part of me remembered my responsibilities, my life. My son. Our son , I corrected myself. Our son.
     
    “You ready to go get your boy?” Tristan winked at me and I felt my stomach do a flip-flop.
     
    I nodded. I almost corrected him—the words “our boy” would have fell out of my mouth without a second thought. But when I realized that he’d likely spoken that way for a reason, I changed my mind. A numbness sat over me. He knew that Phin was my son, the son I’d raised alone. And he apparently didn’t even want that to change.
     
    “Tristan, this really isn’t necessary,” I said, giving him my fakest smile. “I mean, we’d only be in your way. You know that’s true.”
     
    Tristan sighed. “Stop trying to talk me out of it, Jenny,” he said. “You know that once my mind is made up, it can’t be changed.”
     
    “Nice to see that some things haven’t changed,” I snapped. I blushed as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I was such a bitch sometimes! No wonder no one else had pursued me since Tristan left.
     
    “Jenny, come the fuck on,” Tristan said softly. “I’m not fucking around. You both need to come with me, and the sooner we do it, the better. Get on,” he said, tapping the back of his bike. “Leave your car here.”
     
    I shook my head. “No way,” I said quickly. “I need to drive, okay? That’s my one caveat.”
    Tristan set his mouth in a thin line. I knew he wanted to argue with me, but he kept his mouth shut. I could tell that he was probably even more stubborn than he’d been as a teenager, when I’d last known him. Back then, it was impossible to get him to change his mind about anything. I thought that