Many thanks to my beta, RAH07890 for cleaning this up and having patience for me to get this to her ;)

Lingo for this chapter:

patch holders—full members of the club

scoot—motorcycle

Feds—federal agents, FBI… just in case you didn't know :)

If you're confused over any of terms I use, let me know. I don't live this lifestyle… that's why it's fiction.

Disclaimer: Twilight and all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Also, Hells Angels is a trademarked name that I am not profiting off of. I use it with the upmost respect. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended.

Warning: This story has strong language and some lemons *wink*. If those things offend you, this story ain't for you.

"They totally used that lotion for unintended purposes."

BPOV

I felt it again and it was an unsettling feeling. Wariness and suspicion ate at my gut and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck told me I was being watched. I didn't like it.

I didn't like it one bit.

I grabbed the grocery bags out of the rental and quickly headed inside Rose and Emmett's house, which sat at the bulb of one of the cul-de-sacs in our neighborhood. I was happy to discover the house Edward had bought us was in the same neighborhood as, not only Rose and Em's house, but Doc and Esme's as well.

Esme had convinced Edward that hardwood floors were better for kids. They were easier to clean than carpet and would cut down on allergens, so we were staying with Rose and Emmett while the new floors were being put in.

"Hello," I called out.

"We're in the kitchen."

I followed the sound of Rose's voice as I made my way through their house. It was an open floor plan with big archways between rooms. It also had hardwood floors.

Setting the bags on the marble countertop, I turned toward the windows. If the guys weren't in the house, they were out on the basketball slab Emmett had in the backyard next to the pool. I had rolled my eyes when Rose told me Emmett had bought the house for that reason alone.

"Where are the guys?"

"No doubt getting into trouble," Gail said.

Before I could get out my phone, Rose turned me back around, saying, "They're probably with Doc in someone's garage. There's nothing to worry about."

I smiled and went to put away the goodies I had bought, pushing aside the uneasy feeling I had felt when I was outside earlier. When I was finished with my task, I noticed there was a woman in Rose's kitchen whom I had never met. Since coming to California, people who knew Doc, Esme, Dirty, or Gail just had a tendency to pop-up unannounced.

She was a tall brunette with olive-tone skin and striking green eyes. There was an exotic look to her features that no doubt caught men's attention wherever she went.

"Bella, this is Gina. Gina, Bella," Esme said, pouring herself a glass of sangria.

Mmmm…. sangria.

"Gianna; my name is Gianna," she said, interrupting thoughts of yummy alcoholic beverages I could no longer have.

She was standing next to Gail, but I found it interesting that if she had come with Gail, surely Gail would have spoken up on her behalf. I looked around the kitchen and noticed the tension I had missed when I first walked in.

Tension that was in the form of a big elephant in the room, which everybody, but me, knew about.

Gina or Gianna gave me the once over, all the while, wearing a smug smile. "So, this is the lucky girl that managed to snag Edward."

Yeah, I didn't like that one bit. Some exotic model, sizing me up and mentioning my very fuckable husband while I felt bloated.

Not one bit.

"Weren't you invited to the wedding and housewarming?" Alice asked over the rim of her glass.

"No," Gianna said slowly.

"Oh," Alice said before looking away.

I was definitely missing something, but at the moment I was having too much fun watching Alice play with this Gianna bitch.

"Of course you and Linc are invited to next week's barbeque," Esme said with a fake smile.

There was an awkward silence, and Gina/Gianna took her time looking at each woman in the kitchen. Finally, she huffed and said, "I don't know why I bother trying to be nice with you women like Lincoln asked."

"Maybe if you didn't have that annoying habit of throwing yourself at our husbands, we'd be a little fucking friendlier," Alice said, hopping off of her stool.

Rose pulled Alice's drink away while Esme snickered. I shot her a look and she huffed before saying, "Alice, sit down. Gina—"

"Gianna."

"Whatever, I think you've worn-out your welcome. Tell Lincoln that we look forward to seeing him next Saturday."

It wasn't until after I heard the front door slam shut that I asked if she was someone I would need to keep my eye on.

"Lordie, do you," Rose said. She handed me a bottle of water, and I thanked her while wishing it was a glass of sangria instead.

I took the barstool next to Alice and settled into their conversation. Before Gianna had arrived they were talking about the party next week—just bouncing ideas on who would bring what.

"Bella, did you want to do something today?" Alice said.

I frowned and shook my head.

Esme's eyes shot down to my tummy in a panic. "Is everything alright?"

I rolled my eyes. I didn't know why people did that whenever the babies were mentioned. Not like they had x-ray vision, and I wasn't showing yet. "I'm just feeling a little bloated."

I looked down to see what was tugging at my waistband, only to find Alice's wiggling fingers.

"It's no wonder," she said, ignoring the way I was slapping her hand away. "We need to start shopping for some comfy maternity clothes."

Honestly, if I wasn't feeling fat before, having an elastic waistband would do the trick.

"Bella, don't get your panties in a twist. They have really cute clothes now for expecting mothers," Gail said.

Rose ran from the room only to come back with her laptop in tow, so I resigned myself to their shopping since I made it apparent that I wasn't going out.

"No, bows," I said as they oohed and awed over shit I wouldn't wear.

Did they listen? Of course not.

= ADC =

When the front door opened and the sound of our guys' loud voices rang through the house, I thanked the powers that be for my prayers being answered.

It didn't escape my notice that Dirty wasn't there, and Gail acted like she didn't expect him to be. Instead, she poured another drink for herself.

Edward made his way over to me and wrapped his arms around me before kissing the side of my head and asking how I was feeling.

Rose and Esme finished with their purchases for me, and conversation shifted from maternity wear to prepping for the incoming Angels. So far, it was only a wedding/house warming party and I tried to make it known that I didn't want them tacking on baby shower to the list of things being celebrated. It was still my first trimester and I didn't want to jinx anything.

But, the all too innocent look that Carlisle gave me said it was too late.

"They know?"

"I mean, it's not like people don't know," he said. "Edward has a picture of the little jelly beans on his Victory."

Suppressing a laugh was difficult when I heard the way Doc begrudgingly said "Victory." Hell, I did smile because he reminded me of how sweet Edward could be. He had a picture of our babies on his ride. Very rarely had I seen stuff on other bikers' windshields. And Rose had told me that bikers could be a little obsessive about any changes made to their scoots. That Edward slapped that sonogram picture up like a proud daddy still brought tears to my eyes, but, then again, it didn't take much to set me off these days.

"How's the leg, Jasper?" Gail asked, her eyes on her son. She knew it had been broken, but while we were traveling, he had gotten the leg and wrist casts removed. So there was no visible evidence that he was still recovering if he was standing still.

He nodded and said, "Good. That reminds me, Bella, can you take me to my rehab appointment Wednesday?"

I smiled. "I thought Alice was doing your physical therapy."

He scowled at me and then his wife. "I'm leaving it for the professionals."

Alice and I both laughed while everybody looked either amused or occupied with their own thoughts.

"Yeah, I'll take you, but why me?" I quickly backtracked when his eyebrows shot up. "Not that I mind. I was just wondering why me over everybody else."

"They're all working," he said, shrugging.

"Seriously?"

Now everybody was laughing at me.

"It's not like we get paid to ride, Bella," Emmett said.

"So what do you do?" I asked, curious at how they made a living.

"Gail and I own a specialty boutique catered to riders," Esme said, her arms wrapped around Doc.

Alice added, "Sometimes, I'll work a shift there."

"I work in a garage with Em," Rose said, and I nodded because I could see that.

I turned to Jasper.

"Work with Doc, breaking down cars and restoring them," he said.

Looking up at Edward, I asked what he did, and it struck me as weird that I didn't even know my husband's occupation.

He smiled and said, "Somebody has to back all of these businesses. I'm like the silent partner that nobody knows about. Sometimes, I'll chip in when a shift needs covering."

"And Dirty?"

Gail spoke up. "He runs a bar."

I perked up at the possibilities of a job, but Edward quickly shut that down, saying, "No way. Forget it."

"But I have exper—"

"Are you kidding me? Bella, when I first laid eyes on you tending bar, I immediately thought of banging you." He continued, despite my mortification that he was saying this in front of his family. "There is no fucking way some sloppy drunk—most likely a patch holder— is thinking the same things I was about my wife."

Alice took one look at my face and busted out laughing. When she calmed down, she managed to say, "Besides, you don't need that now. Aren't you on your way to being a hot-shot photographer?"

It was true. I was already receiving an income with the photos I had sent to Marcus. I didn't need to pour beer for leering creeps anymore.

= ADC =

A particularly ticklish spot caused me to try to squirm away from my husband talented hands.

"Hold still," he said, smiling.

I tried my best, but that man knew exactly what he was doing. The way his fingertips gently stroked the areas he knew would make me squirm was no coincidence.

My legs were spread slightly while he kneeled over my body, rubbing the Palmer's Cocoa Butter into the skin on my midsection. "I think you've used the entire bottle on my stomach alone."

Edward shrugged. "I can't help that I enjoy rubbing my wife down. You want to try to prevent stretch marks, and I want to help you during your pregnancy."

"Hm-hmm, and exactly how did you know about this?"

"About the stretch marks?"

I smiled. "Did you read the books?"

"Jasper gave me an earful, and I might have skipped to the parts he mentioned," he said.

"You know, I might get stretch marks in other places," I teased, trying not to let the truth of the statement bring me down. Yeah, the truth sucked.

"Other places?"

There was a twitch in his boxers that brought a smug smile to my face. Licking my lips and trailing my hands down my body I said, "My hips and thighs."

"Yeah," he rasped. "Your thighs, yeah, we should take care of them." He quickly pumped some more lotion in his hands before taking my right thigh in his hands.

I moaned as he rubbed the muscles in my leg and hip and whimpered when his hand snaked under me to cup my ass. It wouldn't take long to work me up, knowing that my husband loved having his hands on me as much as I loved having them on me.

Edward crouched between my legs, his hands running the length of my legs, and lowered his head to breathe me in. "Baby, I need taste you." He didn't even give me time to respond before he hitched my legs up and dove in. His mouth licked, nibbled and sucked me into a frenzy.

Feeling like I was about to careen over the edge, I threaded my fingers in his hair and clutched him closer while grinding myself into his mouth. I needed more.

His arms kept my legs spread while his strong hands kept my hips pinned to the bed, preventing me from bucking into his mouth. Everything he was doing with his mouth was sinful, and the only thing coming from my mouth was a litany of desperate pleas.

My toes curled and my muscles tensed as I felt my climax shoot through my body. Reduced to a boneless heap, I could only watch as Edward lined his cock with my still spasming pussy.

We both groaned when he entered me and, somehow, I managed to wrap my arms and legs around him, pulling him closer to where I needed him.

Even after Edward came, he wasn't finished with his task.

I hummed in appreciation as he massaged every inch of my body.

He took his time rubbing the sweet-smelling lotion onto my breast and arms. And even though he had put his boxers back on, I could tell that rubbing my feet was working him up again.

"Stop thinking whatever it is you're thinking, buddy," I said.

He tried to give me an innocent look, but I wasn't buying it. "What?"

"You are not getting freaky with my feet again, Edward."

"Well… I couldn't help but notice that they're slick with lotion… and still sexy as fuck. Sue me."

= ADC =

Sounds of people in the kitchen made their way to our bedroom—the slam of cabinets and the clanks of pots and pans. I rolled over in bed and noticed that Edward wasn't there with me. Pouting, I turned to the bathroom and registered the sound of the shower going and groaned.

Hopping out of bed, I rushed to the bathroom to pee, smiling when I heard a very unmanly yelp coming from Edward caused by the cold air hitting him. I didn't look his way, because seeing his silhouette would slow me down, and I had plans.

Those plans included getting some work done before I spent the day with Esme.

My laptop was in its bag next to the dresser, so I didn't have to leave the room. I flopped, belly down, onto the bed and got comfy. And after quickly starting up my computer, I logged into my email. I had sent some JPEGs of our trip to Texas to Marcus and was eager for his response.

A typical response from Marcus was very short, sometimes one-word-short, like, "nice" or "beautiful." It should have been enough for me, but a teeny tiny side of me wanted more recognition. Not that I was starved for his good opinion.

He was my boss, and I wanted to please him because he took a chance on me.

I blinked in surprise when I saw the length of his response—one whole paragraph. Yeah, I was a dork because that one paragraph made me kick my legs in excitement.

"What has you so excited?"

Edward was standing in the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a towel, and I had to quickly look away before he distracted me. "I got an email from Marcus."

"Cool. What did he say about your work?"

That was why I loved Edward. He didn't see my photography as a cute little hobby like I knew some of Doc and Dirty's friends did. Edward saw it as my career, and it boosted how I viewed myself as a professional. Not that I was winning any major awards, but I still fancied myself a photographer.

I quickly read through the first few sentences and snorted. "He said, 'Awesome.' He also says he and Didy are coming to the barbeque this weekend," I said as I processed everything Marcus had written.

"Really?" Edward was pulling a shirt over his head, and I rolled my eyes when I noticed that he wasn't completely dry.

"Yeah, he's also hinting at us doing Route 66." Honestly, I was really excited about that. I wanted to do it before I got too big, and I still had hope that I could get Edward to let me on the back of his bike. I mean, he has to, right?

Edward smiled at me, leaned down, and gave me a kiss. "We'll see."

We'll see nothing; I'm going.

Choosing to ignore my scowl, he asked what I had planned for the day.

I shrugged. "Spending the day with Esme."

"How about you take Esme to go pick out furniture? That way we won't have to live with my brother."

I laughed as I headed to the bathroom to wash up. "Save me some pancakes!"

Because I knew, that despite my husband's valiant efforts to protect my pancakes, Emmett was like a black hole that sucked up anything in its gravitational pull, I sped through my morning rituals.

My hair was still dripping when I rushed into the kitchen just in time to see Edward shielding my plate and pushing his brother away.

"Emmett Cullen, I know you were not trying to steal my food," I said, walking up to him and giving him a hard smack on the shoulder.

It was true that since my morning sickness had lessened, I had become more territorial with my food. I pitied the poor fool who reached for my food when I had a fork in my hand. Lately, that fool's name has been Emmett.

"No! I-I was making sure that Edward kept those pancakes nice and warm for you and the jelly beans," he said, taking a step back.

Everyone laughed as I glared at my brother-in-law before kissing Edward and snatching the plate of pancakes out of his hands. Carlisle, Esme, Rose, and Emmett were the only ones there and I thought it was best, because I didn't feel like talking to Jasper.

Almost like she knew where my thoughts were, Esme asked, "How'd Jasper's physical therapy go yesterday?"

I snorted and shoveled another forkful of buttery pancake into my mouth.

"I think somebody else will have to take Jazz to his appointments from here on out," Edward said, making his way over to the coffee.

"What happened?" Doc said.

I shook my head. "Jasper was being difficult and I didn't appreciate his tone."

"Jasper was acting like a little bitch and Bella wasn't having it, "Edward said. "She told him that he would have to call a cab if he thought he could treat her like that when she was doing him a favor. Fucker was lucky I wasn't there."

"Edward," Esme scolded.

"No," Doc said, "Edward's right. That boy is not the best patient, and I have a feeling he probably took his frustration over the session out on Bella." He looked at me, his head cocked to the side. "Maybe Bella should be the one to take him to his appointments. She won't take his shit and sometimes a man like Jasper needs to be put in his place."

"I'll put him in his place," Edward grumbled into his coffee.

We finished breakfast and the guys headed out while Esme, Rose, and I talked about what our plans were.

"Edward suggested that we look at some furniture," I said.

Esme grabbed her purse and smiled. "Oh, that sounds like fun. I love furniture shopping."

Deciding not to touch that one, I looked at Rose who was trying not to laugh. We both knew how much Esme loved to buy furniture. Her and Doc's house was filled with arm chairs that didn't match and lamps in random spots.

"So, Bella did you try that lotion like you said you would?" Esme asked as we headed out the door.

I almost choked on my spit, because the first thing that popped into my mind was the sexy things her son did with that lotion. "Uh-huh."

Rose narrowed her eyes before sliding her sunglasses on. "They totally used that lotion for unintended purposes."

"Rose," I said, embarrassed that she called me out on it.

Esme laughed and pushed us out the door. "Bella, what happens between a man and his wife—or any couple, really—is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"That's not true," Rose muttered. "Once I farted on Emmett when he was going down on me."

"Oh, jeez," Esme said, shaking her head. "I'm sure there are plenty more stories between you two, so I'll just have to take your word." Then she looked at me and I could see the wheels spinning on the possible embarrassments in my bed.

"He gave me a massage. I'm not embarrassed," I said. We walked down the driveway to where Esme had parked her Ford Escape. "He also gave me a foot massage, but I think it was a waste of lotion. It's not like my feet are going to get stretch marks."

"Actually, I heard your feet are going to get bigger," Rose said, wincing.

Shit. I forgot about that.

Right before I climbed in, I felt it.

I felt someone watching me and I wanted to both look around and not draw more attention to myself.

"Ignore it," Esme said as she climbed in the driver's seat and slammed her door shut.

Taking the passenger seat, I looked over. "Esme?"

She sighed. "It's the fucking Feds. They're digging for dirt. Let them; we've nothing to hide."

I tried to not let it get to me, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

AN: Dun dun duuuun! What is it? What's going to happen?!

So this weekend is the ROT Rally in Austin. I'm avoiding downtown and all the madness. Every year people die because of recklessness in riding or arguments or just not noticing a biker while driving. Share the road, folks, and look twice.

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