Page 17 of The Biker and His Bride

I swallowed hard. “I’m not sorry.”

A low rumble of a laugh escaped his throat. “Good,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my lower lip where her ring had grazed it. “Because neither am I.”

He leaned in slightly, voice rough, husky.

“Also…” He glanced toward the door, then back at me, a crooked grin teasing one side of his mouth. “That whole catfight? Sexy as hell.”

I blinked. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope. The way you handled her? Wild and fierce. Might’ve been the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”

My face flamed. “You’re twisted.”

He smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”

I knew this biker king slipped into all the cracks in my heart. I never loved Caleb—he was a family obligation. But Rogue— I could see myself going all in on loving a man like him.

8

ROGUE

Everything was coming at me all at once.

Brielle blowing back into town. Riley caught in the crossfire. Cartel whispers in the wind. A rival club poking at our borders.

And now, the one woman I actually gave a damn about was sleeping in my bed, her presence sinking into the bones of my life like she belonged there. It was hell keeping my hand off her. So I took a few cold showers, did what I had to— to bring my libido under control and slept in the bunkhouse.

It was too much.

And not enough.

I stood at the edge of the lot, boots on gravel, watching the fireflies rise from the ground and go over the hills while wondering how the hell I was supposed to protect everyone.

“You good?”

Trigger came up beside me, Glock in hand, eyes sharp.

“No,” I said honestly.

He nodded like he respected that. “You need me to handle her?”

“Brielle?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“She’s not the problem. Not the biggest one, anyway.”

He checked his clip. “You think Riley’s gonna stick?”

“I don’t want her caught up in this.”

“Too late for that.”

I knew he was right.

And when I walked back into the clubhouse, Riley was there, barefoot, wearing one of my shirts and nothing else, her hair messy, her eyes soft as she got into my bed.

She looked at me like she trusted me.

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