I loved it that he thought that. Loved it.

And I loved it that I did that. I was proud of myself. Another new feeling that I liked.

“Thanks, sweetie,” I mumbled.

His other arm stole around me and he gave me a light squeeze.

Minutes passed before he asked softly, “You goin’ to sleep, Butterfly?”

“Do you mind?”

“Fuck no.”

He liked me there.

I liked that because I liked me there too. Right there. Doing nothing with Joker.

“One dollar and five cents,” I muttered, blinked, blinked again, felt something shaking, but it felt good.

So I fell asleep and missed that something being Joker’s long, hard, warm, strong biker body…

Laughing.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

What You Need

Carissa

I WAS JOSTLED gently before I settled, but I settled blinking.

I didn’t know where I was, though when my eyes finally opened it all came to me.

I sleepily pushed up on my forearms in the cushions and lifted my head to see a pair of jeans clad hips rounding the arm of my couch.

I looked up and over the back and saw a messy-haired, drowsy-eyed, phenomenal biker.

“Sweetie?” I called, and he looked down at me.

The second he did I became a puddle of goo on the couch.

“Hear him fussin’,” he said softly.

I stared.

Joker disappeared.

I pushed up to sitting and was on my feet when Joker walked in, carrying Travis, who was rubbing his face on Joker’s black T-shirt at the same time clenching it in his little fist.

I stared again as I became a new puddle of goo, but this time standing.

I pulled my goo together, walked to Joker, and grinned at him before I got close, put a hand on my son’s back and whispered, “Mornin’, baby.”

Travis rubbed his face again, lifted his head in a wobbly way then gave up and planted his cheek on Joker’s chest.

Total goo.

My boy loved his mommy, and he loved getting morning snuggles from me.

But he definitely liked Joker too. I knew this because he was happy where he was and not reaching out to me.

I found I liked this. All of it. I liked that Travis liked it, and I liked that Joker liked giving it.

I leaned in and kissed Travis’s head.

“Want ’im or want first turn in the bathroom?” Joker asked.

My gaze lifted to his. “What do you want?”

“I’m easy.”

He was.

I just didn’t know how he could be. He’d had a crappy life and now he belonged to a club of bikers.

But he was definitely easy.

“I’ll take him,” I offered, moving my other hand to Travis. “You go first.”

We did the baby transfer. Then we took our turns doing morning stuff in the bathroom. While Joker did his, with practiced ease balancing my baby, I made coffee.