Page 71 of Bedlam

“Nope, it’s definitely mine. Your swimmers are shit.” I say and he laughs.

“Is that so? And how did they taste going down that tight throat last night?” He mocks and I laugh, shaking my head.

“Ahhh, subpar. You need to drink some pineapple juice, Jay, then you would taste ravishing like Ryder does.” I smirk, but he doesn’t find that shit funny. He launches the carton of eggs at me and rounds the island pushing me against the cold stove.

“Wanna run that back, Spade?” He spits and I lick my lips.

“You heard me.” I say, and he growls before a throat clears. We both turn and see our girl with her hands on her hips staring at us with lust in her eyes.Oh she’s missed this even if she doesn't remember.Wait, she blinks and blinks again. I push Jay away and rush over to her.

“Babygirl, another vision? I ask as her eyes glaze over and she sways, I grab a hold of her hips to steady her and finally her vision comes back and her green eyes sparkle while biting her bottom lip.

“Please tell me what I just saw was real because if it was, I need it to happen again. Goddamn that was hot.” She says, biting back a moan.

“Well what was it?” I ask, leading her over to the chair to sit in while I cook us some breakfast. Jay walks past me mumbling that we aren’t finished and I shake my head laughing.

“You were blindfolded while me and Caveman went down on you. There was running outside in the backyard and then some tattooing.” She says and I smile.

“Two separate memories. The tattooing is a story for another time. But the running in the backyard was not too long after that, because we got interrupted by Dario letting us know that Ryder was missing and Ryker was in the ICU.” I inform her and she nods.

“Well, I’d like to do that again soon if you two are up for the challenge.” She smirks, grabbing some fruit from the fridge.

“Whatever you want, Princess.” Jay replies.

“Speaking of my brothers. I’m going to kick Ryker’s ass for not coming to see me yet.Where is the other fuck?” She asks as I slide her the note from Kane and take out my phone to shoot the Doc a text.

“That prick. What is with these Irish fucks just up and leaving like it’s okay?” She sneers and I laugh.

“I’m glad he’s gone. I went ahead and programmed all the important numbers you need into the phone he left you, and Ry will be back later tonight. Club business.” I say and she shakes her head.

“That’s another thing I need to do. Check on the clubhouse and visit John’s grave.” She groans.

“First things first, we need to feed you, Princess. Then the Doc is coming.” Jay says, handing her a cup of orange juice which she wrinkles her nose at.

“Just drink it, it’s good for the baby.” He says and her eyes widen.

“You’re really sure about this huh?” She says, taking the glass from him and sipping from it slowly.

“If you want me to drink OJ, I’mma need some pulp. So add that shit to the grocery list, please.” She states and I shake my head,

“So demanding, Babygirl. Do you want some bacon and eggs?” I ask and she covers her mouth, running to the bathroom.

“Well, that’s a no. Shit. She really is pregnant.” I say and Jay smiles as Dario enters the kitchen,

“She throwing up again?” He asks and we all nod as my phone pings with a text.

“The Doc will be here soon, he’s on his way.” I say and they nod, waiting for Jade to return.

“We have plans after the Doc sees her. It’s time we go have some fun.” Jay says, wiggling his eyebrows and my eyes snap to his.

“What do you have in mind?” Dario asks.

“There’s snow on the ground. Let’s go to The Academy and get the snow mobiles. They ain’t going to miss them. Fuck it.” He says as I smile.

“Fuck yeah, I’m down. Plus we can see what’s going on over there because we need to figure out where to place the bombs. I had Sergio clear out our rooms; everything is in the garage.” I say and Jameson’s brows hit his hairline.

“My fucking computer is sitting in the cold fucking garage. Are you insane?” He yells, running to the garage.

“Jesus Christ Jay, how the fuck am I supposed to know that the computer can’t be left in the cold?” I say, throwing my hands in the air.