Page 23 of The Biker's Forbidden Craving

“Do it. Come inside of me,” I beg, desperate to feel his warm come in my womb. Desperate to raise his babies and grow a life together.

He grips my hips tighter, thrusts one final time, and grunts out as he comes inside of me.

“My fucking God,” he moans, pumping slowly in and out as he helps me into a sitting position. “Sorry if I got out of control there. You felt so damn good. Are you feeling okay? I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“No,” I smile, pressing against his chest, “you didn’t hurt me. That was… so much fun!”

“Good. I, umm… I can’t wait to do it again.”

We’re both smiling ear to ear, and I’m on top of the world until the bell above the door rings and my brother is standing in the doorway.

“What the fuck?” He turns away quickly, his fists clenched. I don’t know how much he’s seen as there are a few cardboard cutouts in front of us, but we’re still nude and Hank is still inside of me. So… there’s that.

Hank grabs my shirt and tugs it over the top of me as he pulls up his jeans and buckles them into place. I’m not sure there are words to get us out of this one.

“Dude, I—”

“Save it,” Duke groans. “Just fuckin’ save it. I don’t want to know why you’re fuckin’ my sister in the fuckin’ middle of the day in a god damn record store. I don’t want to know why neither of you respect me enough to respect my wishes, and I don’t want to fuckin’ know anything else. Just tell me you’ll be out by morning ‘cause I can’t fuckin’ look at you anymore.”

“Yeah,” Hank groans, “I got it.”

“Duke,” I hop off the counter and step toward him, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I—”

“Look, I love you, but what the hell is happening? You wanted a family. You wanted kids, and he’s old, Abby. Jesus! You’re not going to have any of that with him.” Duke lowers his head and glares up at Hank before glancing back at me. “You’re all I have, and I hate this. I fuckin’ hate it. You’re making a huge mistake, and I really do want him out of the clubhouse, but… I don’t know if me forbidding everything is helping. I came back to apologize—which I regret.”

“Please don’t regret it. I don’t usually do things like this.”

“Good to know.” He groans and looks away, folding his massive arms over one another. “I’ve gotta go out of town for a while. I’m putting Ghost in charge of things while I’m gone.”

“What?” My brows narrow. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got some shit with the ranch I have to take care of. I trust Hank will take care of you. I’ll be back in a month or so.” He turns back toward the door. “I’d say don’t do anything else stupid, but you two are beyond that.”

It’s not the happy-go-lucky sweetness I was hoping for, but he also didn’t murder us, so I’m calling this a win.

When he’s outside again, Hank looks toward me. “Well, that’s something, I guess. He’ll come back with a fresh head.”

I’m not sure I believe that, but I know talking to him isn’t going to make much of a difference. So, I find happiness in small victories, lean against Hank’s shoulder, and find calm in the one thing in life that’s going well, though it doesn’t last long. Nicole is heading back from the pizza shop with a box in her hand.

“I should probably let you get back to work,” Hank groans, kissing the top of my head, “unless you want to be sick the rest of the day.”

I smile and lean into his lips as my cell phone beeps. “As much as I’d love that, I need to do some damage control here. Plus, I think this countertop could use a solid scrubbing.”

He smiles and brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. “I’ll be back at four.”

I nod and reach for my phone, checking the message that just came in. I don’t know why but I’m half hoping it’s my brother with the rest of the apology he’d started a few minutes ago.

“It’s Maci!” I shout, my stomach clenching. I scan the messages quickly as I hold my phone out for both of us to read.

Maci: You go girl! I’m glad my disappearance brought you two closer together. I’d have totally taken that chance.

Me: Where the hell are you?

Maci: On the road. I’ll be back soon. I think I’m onto something good.

What the hell? How do I know it’s really her? In those crime dramas they answer for the people they’ve kidnapped so no one thinks anything bad happened.

Me: What do you mean you’re onto something good? Also, what record did you buy me at the shop yesterday?

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