Page 51 of Never Distract a Biker

“We’re having twins,” she says again, her gaze locking onto mine. There’s awe in her voice—a wonder that I can’t ignore.

“Yes,” I say simply, my voice steady but my mind a whirlwind. I keep my hand over hers, grounding us both in this moment.

The drive home is quiet, the weight of the news settling between us like a tangible presence. Scarlett stares out the window, her hands protectively cradling her belly. I steal glances at her, noting the way her brows knit together, lost in thought.

“Are you all right?” I finally ask, breaking the silence.

She turns to me, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” she admits. “It’s a lot to process.”

I nod, understanding her sentiment even as I wrestle with my thoughts. The road stretches ahead, but my focus remains on the woman beside me and the future we now share.

The tension in the car thickens as Scarlett finally speaks, her voice cutting through the quiet. “I’ve been thinking,” she begins,her tone measured yet determined. “About the future … and the twins.”

I glance at her briefly, my hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Go on.”

“I think it’s best if I move out after they’re born,” she says. “We can co-parent. You’ll have access to them anytime, and I won’t stand in the way of your involvement.” Her words come out steady, but there’s a faint tremor beneath her calm exterior.

The suggestion is like a slap, but I keep my gaze fixed on the road. “Over my dead body will my children grow outside my home.”

“You do not expect me to live under your roof forever. And I am not leaving my children behind when I go.”

“You are not going anywhere.”

“Of course I am!” She fires back. “I am not going to play mistress to you. I am going to enjoy a normal life whenever you deem it fit to free me.”

“My children will grow up under my roof.”

“Is under my roof not good enough?”

This lady is trying my fucking patience.

“And how do you intend to protect them?”

“Well, I’ll certainly get married. I and my husband will keep them safe.”

She is fucking fucking joking.

The weight of her words is too much to ignore. I pull the car to the side of the road, cutting the engine. Scarlett looks at me with confusion in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asks her tone a mix of suspicion and unease.

I turn to face her fully, my eyes locking onto hers. “I’ll fucking kill any man that dares look at you. You are mine, and I do not share. Understand?”

Her jaw tightens, her defiance flickering to life. “No, I do not understand. I do not belong to anyone; I am not a piece of furniture to be owned. And I will fuck whoever I….”

I did not let her finish that stupid sentence. “Do not dare me.” I groan, pulling her to me. I cover her mouth with mine and instantly feel my cock rising.

The air in the car grows heavy and charged with unspoken emotions. When I release her lips, she doesn’t move or speak, as if caught in the moment's intensity. There is no way I can get enough of her soft lips, so I lean in again.

When my lips find hers again, it’s not calculated—it’s instinctive. The kiss is fierce and consuming, a collision of frustration and desire. Scarlett gasps against my mouth, her hands pressing against my chest as if to push me away, but then they curl into my shirt, pulling me closer instead.

She moans my name, and I lose myself in the taste of her, the feel of her. My hands move with purpose, sliding down her sides, finding the button of her jeans. She doesn’t stop me—if anything, she arches into my touch, her body responding to mine in a way that sets my blood on fire.

I undo her button and zipper in one move, and she wiggles the jeans down to her knees. My fingers find her already warm, swelling clit, and a groan tears through my throat. I deepen the kiss as I gently roll her the tiny bud between my thumb and forefinger. She sobs my name, and my body begins to burn at her cry of pleasure.

The world outside the car ceases to exist. It’s just us, tangled in this storm of passion and tension, each touch igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both.

I dip a finger into her moist slit and rub the wetness on her clit.

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