The Biker's Baby (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 10)

“You gonna behave and give me a name? One woman. A woman who betrayed you and the rest of them bitches you ride with in exchange for the greater good?”

“And what’s this greater good?”

“You. Here with me making the life you deserve. The life I’ve wanted to give you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“You paint a real pretty picture, Hound. I’ll give you that, but love…babies. That’s never been my gig and you know that.”

“Guess I’m calling Roane to do a house visit.”

“What?”

“Claimed you. Told you. My ink is going right here.” I push up from where I lay and glide my palm along the expanse of her ribs. “Told you the score. This is it. No more runnin’. You’re home. You’re mine.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Is if you let it be.”

“And I what? Play pretend. Like Gia and Archer aren’t dead? I just make babies with you and bake cookies or some shit?”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s a fantasy. It isn’t real.”

“This…” I cup her cunt. “Real as it gets.” I bring my mouth down on hers hard and savage, drinking her in.