“Thank you, and be nice to Jaylah. She’s a cool chick.”
“She’s a pain in the ass.”
“A hot pain in the ass.” She winks, standing and disappearing down the hall.
She’s right about that. Jaylah is fuckin’ stunning. Saw it the minute I opened the door and she gave me a mouthful of sass. The girl could talk underwater with a mouth full of marbles, and she could go right ahead and make it sassy and cute at the same time. It’s not what makes her fine, though. No . . .
It’s her fuckin’ body.
She looks the way a woman should look. Curvy, full ass, full breasts, an abundance of thick hair . . .
Fuck.
Fine.
God help me, I want to fuck my nanny.
~**~**~
JAYLAH
“Oh my God, how much can one baby poop?” I groan, pinching my nose while lifting a dirty diaper and folding it up.
“Mack!”
I clench my eyes at the moan of the woman in Mack’s bed. I’m getting more than tired of it now. It’s been five days since I started here and Mack has had a woman in his bed every one of those nights. I picked him as a player, and I was right. He brings them in, says very little, fucks them and throws them out.
Emotionally detached.
I’ve noticed on more than one occasion that he struggles with any kind of emotion. Except anger. He seems to be able to hold that one strong. He’s broody, but he’s not an asshole. He keeps to himself most of the time, and is fiercely loyal to Maddox and the club. Santana told me he spends a lot of time as a nomad, travelling about and not staying in one place.
Mack intrigues me; I won’t lie.
However, he also frustrates me. Like right now, for example. The sounds of his woman screeching has just gotten too much. I don’t know who she is, and I don’t fucking care. There’s a baby in the house, and he’s a baby Mack refuses to acknowledge, for whatever reason.
“Harder, oh God, yes, harder.”
That’s it.
I stare down at the diaper in my hand, and a sly smile spreads across my face. Oh yes, yes, yes. I quickly finish up with Diesel and place him in the crib, then I take the rolled up diaper and walk out of the room. Without hesitation, I go to Mack’s room and swing open the door.
I don’t think, or pause, even though the sight I get is Mack’s super fine ass clenching as he drills into the woman he’s got pressed against the wall. Instead, I make a disgusted sound, causing them both to turn. I hold the diaper in my hand and in a loud voice, I growl, “I’m tired of this. You want to fuck, go and do it somewhere else. Your son is in the other room, you selfish bastard, and I’m tired of hearing the sounds of whores when I try to get him to sleep. So, from now on in, every time you bring one of them home, I’m going to drive them right back out.”
Then I lift the diaper and I hurl it right at the blonde woman’s head. It hits her in the face because she’s detangled from Mack and has stepped around him, no doubt to abuse me, fully naked. I watch in fascination as the diaper breaks open and shit goes everywhere. Her screams fill the room, and I can’t help it—I burst into a fit of hysterical giggles.
“That’s what you get when you enter this house, lady. Go get your kicks elsewhere.”
Mack storms towards me, also fully naked. His face is twisted in rage. I shut the door before he reaches me, and then I turn and run back to Diesel’s room, shutting and locking the door before collapsing onto the sofa in hysterics. I’ll never forget seeing that woman’s face covered in baby poop. As I sit, I hear her screams, her gagging, and Mack’s abuse as he orders her out.
“You can’t send me out. There’s shit in my hair.”
My giggling gets so intense I double over with a bellyache.
“Get out. We’re done,” I hear Mack say.
“Mack!” she screeches. “You can’t kick me out!”
“Out!” he barks.
A few minutes later the front door slams, and I hear the pounding footsteps as Mack comes towards the room. He bangs on the door, and I cover my mouth to smother my giggles.
“Open the door,” he orders.
My laughing gets more intense and I stand, walking over to the door, still unable to control myself. I open it and Mack is standing there, arms crossed, a wild look on his beautiful face. Oh boy, someone is angry. Hehe. I try not to laugh, I swear, I really do but he just looks so pissed off.
“You think this is funny?” he growls.
“Oh.” I giggle. “It’s funny.”
“There’s shit all over my bedroom.”
My giggling gets more intense.
“And all over the woman I just had my dick inside.”
I lose it, hysterically laughing, to the point where tears are streaming down my face.
“Now you’re goin’ to clean it up.”
I wave a hand, trying to gather myself enough to speak.
“No,” I breathe between giggles. “I’m not.”
He takes hold of my arm, jerking me out of the room, still in hysterics. He drags me down the hall and we stop in his doorway. He points to the mess and hisses, “Clean it, now.”
“I said,” I pant, “no.”
He spins me around and suddenly I’m pinned against the wall. He leans down close and my giggling stops. I stare up at him, realizing that every inch of him is pressed against me, and he’s only wearing a pair of unbuttoned jeans. Images of his mighty fine ass flash through my mind and I lick my lips.
“You interrupted my fuck. I don’t sleep without it, and now I’m goin’ to have a long night. You gonna take her place? You gonna be the one in my bed every night? ‘Cause if you ain’t and I see you behave like that again, I’ll pick you up myself and throw you out the fuckin’ door.”
Oh, I’d love to be in his bed every night.
Yum.
His brown eyes flash and scan over my face before meeting my eyes again. “Well?”
“Well, what?” I breathe.
“Woman, if you keep lickin’ your lips and lookin’ at me like that, I might just take what I need . . . like it or not. Is that what you want?”
“Maybe.”
Shit. Did I just say that out loud?
I did, because his eyes turn to milk chocolate and his face softens in a way I haven’t seen it do since I’ve been here. Oh, boy. Would Mack take me to his bed, every night? I swallow. Oh, oh, oh, boy.
“Be careful what you wish for, Lah,” he murmurs.
My knees quiver.
“About the poop,” I squeak, changing the subject. “I’ll clean it.”
I duck out from his grip and rush into his room.
That didn’t go how I wanted . . . No.
It went better.
~*~*~*~*
“I don’t know about this,” I say, staring at the massive cabin surrounded by large sheds.
Santana laughs. “They won’t bite in here, I swear.”
“It’s a biker club.”
She hooks an arm through mine. “Come on, I promise I won’t leave you.”
“I’ve heard about your escapades.” I wiggle my finger at her. “I know you and Maddox like to get dirt-ay in the sheds, the office, the—”
“I get it!” She giggles, cutting me off. “But I swear, today I’ll behave.”
“Ladies.”
We both turn to see Ash coming in with a gorgeous, but very tiny blonde by her side.
“That’s my little sister,” Santana says proudly. “Pippa.”
I’ve heard the story of Pippa and Santana. Ash told me last night when she came by to give me some extra formula they had at her house for Diesel. Apparently Santana had left it there, and we were way out.
“Pippi,” she croons when her sister stops.
I watch them hug and I take in the tiny, blonde girl. She’s super small and extremely fragile looking, but she looks sweet as hell. She smiles and pulls back, staring at Santana like she’s God. I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face. I adjust a sl
eeping Diesel in my arms and extend my hand. “You must be Pippa. I’m Jaylah.”
The tiny girl turns and flashes me a killer smile. “I’ve heard about you,” she says in a soft voice. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“I’ve heard about you, too.” I beam.
“How’s my little monkey?” Ash croons, leaning in and kissing Diesel’s head.
“He kept me awake all night,” I say, and at the very thought of it, I begin to yawn.
“We heard about your little poop-throwing contest.” Ash grins at me.
I start giggling, unable to stop it. “God, you should have seen that girl’s face. There was poop in her hair!”
“I can’t believe you had the guts to do that to Mack,” she says, laughing.
“Mack is a big softie,” Santana says, waving a hand.
I give her a horrified look. “Softie? You’re joking, right?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Yeah, maybe softie isn’t the right word, but he’s not as bad as he seems.”
Ash and I stare at her.
“He’s not!” she protests. “I swear. When things were bad with Maddox, he would crawl into my bed and just hold me. Mack is loyal to those he loves, he just has to learn how to love them . . .”
A pang radiates through my chest. I didn’t realize Santana and Mack had such a strong bond. Hell, I didn’t even know it would bother me that they had a strong bond. I guess it’s because all I get from Mack is constant grunting or nothing at all. Sometimes he doesn’t even answer my questions.
“Well,” I say, my voice small, “you’re lucky because trust me, living with him isn’t easy.”
“Are things okay?” she asks, her eyes concerned.
“Sure, he’s just a hard one to crack.”
“You’re right about that,” Ash says. “Are we going in?”
I stare at the club again, surrounded by all those bikes.
“Jay is scared.” Santana grins.
Ash hooks her arm through mine. “Don’t be, I swear they don’t bite.”
Oh, God.
Someone help me.
CHAPTER SIX
Oh. My. God.
I’ve never seen or even pictured a biker club or what it might be like on the inside, but even if I had, it would have been wrong.
Very wrong.
This is . . . insane. Upon first glance, I get an eyeful of bikers. Lots of them. About twenty, maybe more. They’re strewn about, some playing pool in the large living area, others drinking the indoor bar, others kissing and fondling what I assume are whores and some are just lazing about, smoking. They’re all dressed in leather, but some are young and others are older, with long, grey beards.
“I . . .”
Santana laughs, waving to the guys as she drags me past, as if they’re just long lost uncles. A chorus of “Tana” travels through the room, and I shudder. Damn, I wouldn’t want to mess with any of these girls. Not with these clubs behind them.
“Are those women . . . whores?” I whisper to Santana.
Ash is behind me, but she answers for Santana. “Yeah, they are. There’s anywhere between three and ten of them that come in and out, basically for the boys’ pleasure.”
“Aren’t they married?” I squeak.
“Some have Old Ladies,” Santana adds. “Even then, it doesn’t stop all of them.”
“Old Ladies?” I gasp. “What the hell is an Old Lady?”
“That’s what you’re called when you’re a biker’s woman. It’s a term of endearment, believe it or not.”
Old Lady? That’s a compliment?
“Ah, okay,” I say, pressing Diesel closer to my chest.
“Ohhhhhheeeeee!”
The squeal comes from behind us. We all stop and turn to see a gorgeous, tall woman rushing towards me. I realize she’s looking at Diesel, and I tighten my grip.
“That’s YaYa,” Santana whispers. “She’s harmless.”
“Is this Mack’s baby?” she croons, skidding to a stop in front of me and leaning down. “Ohhhhh, he looks just like him.”
I blink. Awkward.
She presses kisses all over his face, which in turn causes him to cry and me to be bombarded with all her hair, and trust me, she’s got a lot of it. She finally lifts her head and looks down at me, narrowing her eyes. “Who are you?”
“This is Jaylah,” Santana answers for me. “Mack’s nanny. She’s awesome.”
She studies me, then smiles. “Takes a good strong woman to put up with that man.”
“You’re telling me,” I mutter.
She laughs. “Well, you call YaYa if he gets too much, you hear?”
I stare at her, confused.
“It’s her first time in the club, or any club,” Santana informs YaYa.
YaYa laughs, loudly, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “You’ll be just fine, honey. They’re all big teddy bears.”
They might be teddy bears, but they’re filled with steel.
“Come on. Let’s get a drink while we wait for the guys to get back.”
The girls lead me over to the bar area and I notice Tyke sitting, drinking. I smile at him, and he flashes one right back. Thank God, a familiar face.
“Austin,” Santana calls and a young, good-looking biker comes out.
“Hey Tana,” he says, nodding to the rest of us.
“Can we have some drinks?”
“Alcoholic?”
“No, not for now.”
He nods and begins making drinks. Santana sits next to me on the stool and reaches out for Diesel. I hand him over and we all sit down.
“So, tell us more about the night you threw poop on Mack’s woman,” Ash says, leaning forward.
“It was hilarious, even when he was angry at me, I couldn’t help but laugh until it hurt. She was horrified, and I got them right in the middle of doing it.”
Santana’s eyes widen. “They were doing it? Like . . . fucking?” she whispers.
I nod, grinning. “I walked in and they were against the wall, I just made a noise and when she turned, I threw it. Hit her right in the face.”
“Oh my God.” Ash giggles. “That’s gold. How did he react?”
“He chased me down the hall.” I laugh. “And when he finally got me, he pinned me to it and told me I ruined his nightly fuck, and unless I was willing to take her place, I’d better stop.”
Their mouths drop open.
“He offered you to take her place?” Pippa gasps.
I blink. “He was kidding.”
Ash shakes her head. “Oh, honey, I bet he wasn’t.”
“Pretty sure he was.”
Santana leans closer. “Honey, trust me, if you wanted a piece of Mack you could get it. He likes his women; he just doesn’t get close to them.”
A piece of Mack.
Oh, yes.
I shake my head. “It’s fine, I just got out of complicated. I don’t need it again.”
“Come on,” Ash says, leaning close too. “You can’t say you’re not curious. Even I’m curious about broody, silent, sexy-as-hell Mack.”
I shrug. “Sure, he’s good looking but we clash in big ways and I’m just the nanny.”
“Not even a taste?” Santana asks, wiggling her brows. “You wouldn’t want just a sip of all that fine ass?”
I snort. “No . . .”
“You’re such a liar.” Ash laughs. “If he came in and offered his dick, you would so jump on and ride it.”
“Ash,” I squeal softly. “You devil!”
“You want to ride Mack,” Santana taunts.
“I don’t want to ride him!”
“You so do. Just admit it.”
“Look,” I say, unable to wipe the smile from my face. “I won’t deny that I’d like a piece of that, but it’ll never happen, so lets drop it.”
“It might happen,” Santana teases.
“There is no way in hell Mack is putting his dick anywhere near me. Trust me.”
“I saw how he looked at you
in those panties.” Ash winks.
“Those are my pajamas!”
“Those are what you wear when you want to get some!”
I laugh. “Wrong.”
“Admit it, just once, and I’ll let it go.” Ash grins. “Just tell me there’s a part of you that wants to have a ride of that sexy biker?”
“You just don’t give up.” I grin.
“Come on,” Santana teases, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Fine, if things were different, I’d most certainly jump on and ride the fuck out of that sexy biker. Happy?”
Santana is about to laugh, but stops suddenly and stares at the door. My heart starts pounding because I know even before I twist to see, that we’re not alone. Biting my lip, I turn around and squeak when I see Mack, Maddox, Krypt and another biker standing, watching us.
“Please tell me they didn’t hear,” I say, more to them than the girls.
“They were fuck-me panties,” Maddox says. “And I’m sure Mack would be all for you havin’ a ride.”
My cheeks burn and I turn, but not before catching a glimpse of the dark brown eyes trained on my lips. Mack heard all right, and now he thinks I want to have a piece of him, a piece of him while I’m riding him. My God, it couldn’t get any worse.
“Stop teasing her,” Santana chastises Maddox.
“Baby,” he growls. “It was fuckin’ hilarious listenin’ you to girls goin’ on . . .”
Oh, man.
Mack hasn’t said a word, and when I dare to look up, he’s still watching me. His eyes flicker, and I’m almost sure he’s undressing me and making me ride him right there. I reach over, taking Diesel from Santana’s arms. “Well, it was great seeing the club but I have to go. It’s time for his nap.”
I turn and rush out of there like a crazy person.
That was not cool.
~*~*~*~
I run to the car quickly, horrified. I cannot believe Mack heard me. All that time I was sitting there and he was just listening to me rambling on about how I wanted to ride him. Ride him! I'm horrified; no, scratch that, I'm beyond horrified. There are no words to describe the mortification that I feel.
Diesel wiggles in my arms, bringing me back to the here and now. I soothe him with a few gentle rocks before swinging the SUV door open and buckling him in. I'm halfway through when cool fingers curl around my upper arm. I turn my head slowly to see Mack. He’s staring at me. I'm not entirely sure if he's amused or angry—the look on his face is unreadable.