Page 3 of The Biker's Forbidden Love
When I turn around Lily’s watching me, her green eyes flashing dangerously.
“I had it under control, Jesse.”
“Is that what you were doing, sweetheart?”
“Yes. I was about to knee him in the balls, actually.”
A smile tugs at my lips. I don’t doubt that for a second. She looks like she could handle herself, but I’d rather be there to protect her. I can’t explain the wave of protectiveness that’s come over me.
She bites her lower lip, and she looks up at me in a way that sets my skin on fire.
“Why would I let a boy touch me when I’m looking for a real man?”
My breath catches in my throat. There’s no denying what she’s implying. I take a step towards her, and she backs up. Now I’m the asshole backing her against the wall. But I make no move to step away.
“Careful, Lily…”
My eyes flicker to her lips, so full and glossy and kissable. I’m aching to kiss those lips, to pin her to the wall and show her what a real man feels like.
“I’ve been waiting for you to get back, Jesse.”
She arches her back so her chest grazes mine, sending a raw heat coursing through my veins. I’m confused by what she’s saying, by this whole situation.
I’ve been around Lily ever since she was a baby. I bounced her on my knee and chased her around the clubhouse when she was a little girl. As she got older, she got shy around me. I thought she was just being an awkward adolescent girl and didn’t pay her much mind. I’ve barely seen her in the last few years. With Bruno inside, she’s not been around the clubhouse, and I’ve not thought much about the teenage girl.
“I’m a woman now, Jesse. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
She steps towards me and presses her fingernails lightly on my chest. It’s so delicate, her touch, but it sets my whole body zinging. My gaze follows her fingers as they trail down my stomach and stop at my naval.
“Lily. What are you doing?”
I should pull away but I’m enthralled by her, by the things she’s making me feel. Waking up my senses and heating my blood.
Her lips part, and she leans toward me. I can smell her sweet breath and cherry lip balm. My head goes fuzzy, and I’m almost overwhelmed by desire.
“Daddy doesn’t need to know.”
Daddy…Bruno, the MC president. Shit.
I spin away from her just before her lips brush mine. There is no way in hell I should be here kissing Lily. She’s eighteen. She’s the president’s daughter. It cannot happen.
I throw open the front door and stumble down the steps, needing to put as much distance between us as possible.
“I gotta go,” I call behind me.
When I get on my bike, my heart’s beating fast. I almost kissed the president’s daughter. My best friend’s daughter. She’s got a teenage infatuation with me, and I almost exploited that.
What the hell was I thinking?
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JESSE
Four years later…
“Where the fuck is she?”
Bruno paces the clubhouse, his phone pressed to his ear, Lily’s number on repeat. I’m just as anxious as he is. It’s not like Lily to not show up when she’s meant to.
