Keeping The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 4)

“Not even for a second.”

James gets down to business eager to make a baby.

I wish I could give him a son, but the thought is truly terrifying. I can’t go it alone a second time. Not that I think he’d walk out on me, but what if something else happens to take him away? I won’t survive losing him a second time.

“Whatever thoughts you got running through that overactive mind of yours, shut it down, Lex. If you got more on your mind than my dick right now, I gotta work harder.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I shake my head and my man stops what he’s doing.

“Cold feet?”

“No.”

“This baby business?”

“I’m scared.”

“I’ll never do a damn thing to hurt you again. Promise you.”

“It’s not that. Its everything else. You’re the President of an outlaw motorcycle club and yeah I’ve always known that and how dangerous it is, but I can’t lose you a second time.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

“You can’t promise me that.”

“Baby, stop worrying and go with it. Life is giving us a real shot. Let’s not fuck it up with what ifs.”

I know he’s right.

“You gonna stop all that worrying so I can eat and fuck you?” his finger slides back in my sweet spot. That mouth gets back to devouring me and yeah, I’m good. Better than good. I’m great.

I got the guy.

May have taken us twenty years to get here but we’re here.

James switches positions, moving to line the head of his cock up with me. “Fuck, pretty girl. Every time I slide right in its as though God himself has opened the gates to Heaven for me.”

I smile at that because I know exactly what he means. When our bodies meld together, only then do I truly feel whole.

Chapter Two

“Everyone in?” I glance around the table, noting that Hardy, AKA X, isn’t present. Brother did it and left for the Anchorage, Alaska Chapter. Good for him. Prodigy is back after spending some time out west looking after his mother. Crawl slips in at the last second.

East gives me a nod.

“Right. Where are we with this Cloud Nine business?”

“More reports of bodies turning up. Shit is hitting our streets hard. Lost another dancer from the Kitty Kat. She had two kids.” Hound shakes his head.

“Banks, see to it them kids are good.”

“Will do.”

“Anyone know where them Dry Ridge punks have set up shop?”

Crawl shrugs. There’s no point in asking Prodigy being he hasn’t been around.

“Not yet.” Viking sniffs. “Got my feelers out to the guys at the gym.”