Page 39 of His Loyal Rebel

That was gross.

Bikers were notorious for screwing around, whether they were married or not. All the time she spent with Whip, she never thought of him having a wife or girlfriend or ex.

She curled her lip and looked away from him. Her opinion of him hit rock bottom. He was no different than Big, wanting the latest thing that tickled his wiener.

"Momma?"

"Your momma will be right back," said Whip.

"She's going to cry," shouted the little boy over the music.

"Don't tease your sister."

"Momma?"

"Already told you, sweetpea. She wants to talk to your daddy. Give her that, huh?" said Whip.

Twyla glanced at Whip again. The mother had two kids by two different men? Whip was okay with that?

"Hey, say hi to Twyla." He scooted the boy around. "This is Rocky. This sweetpea is Elizabeth, but we all call her Bethy."

She forced a smile as the kids looked at her curiously. "Hi."

"That was my sister who ran off." Whip's mouth softened in amusement. "You've met Rick. He's married to Tracy."

The relief that hit her came out in a huge exhale. He was the children's uncle.

At least she could wipe having oral sex with a taken man off her long record of unforgivable acts she'd committed.

"Momma?" The little girl held her hands out to Twyla.

She raised her brows. Hadn't Whip explained that her momma was in the other room?

"She wants you to hold her," said Whip.

"No, she asked for her mom." She set the fork down.

"Every woman is momma to Bethy." Whip tightened his hold on the girl as she tried to escape his lap. "She wants you."

"I don't know anything about kids." She looked around for another woman to rush to her rescue, and the only one she could find was Angie. No way was she going to put the child into Angie's hands.

Swallowing hard, she said, "What if I drop her?"

"She bounces." Whip leaned forward and, with a skill that impressed her, securely passed the child in her direction.

She put out her hands, and the little girl grabbed onto her, using Whip's knee to propel herself forward. Twyla held on to the squirming bundle and found herself staring into big, innocent brown eyes.

Bethy patted her cheeks. "Momma."

Okay, then.

She turned the child away from her and held her on her lap. Having never been around kids, she had no idea what to say or do. Apparently, holding her was all that was required because Bethy used the new position to pull her brother's hair.

"Bethy...don't." Rocky slapped out, knocking his sister's hand away.

"Be nice." Whip moved Rocky to his other thigh, out of arms reach of his sibling, and looked at Twyla. "She tries to surprise Rick when he can't make it home for dinner."

"Who?"