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brand, but
you are not living here, and I am not marrying you.”
    “Jesus. You’re serious.” He was fucking laughing at her. His
eyes dancing with amusement while she seethed. “Let. Go. Of my hair.” She bit
out, but it was like he didn’t even hear her, staring at her like he was.
     
    He backed her farther into the house, scooping his arm under
her butt to lift her in a move so effortless that her fury evaporated like mist
as soon as her tits hit his chest and her hands curled around his strong, wide
shoulders to keep herself from melting into a puddle of goo. She jolted when he
set her down on her own kitchen counter and in a casual swipe of his big paw,
knocked her knees apart and stepped between them. He surrounded her with the
scent of him, wind, leather, amber, freedom, man. The heat of his body,
crowding her until she was pressed to him from groin to chest. Almost nose to
nose. He let go of her hair and cupped her hips, glancing down with this funny
look on his face at how her belly was pressed up against his.
    He shook himself like a lion, shaking water off its mane and swallowed loudly
before looking back up at her with those eyes of his gone narrow. “I know what
I look like. I know how to make a woman come so hard her eyes cross. Did it to
you. Five times. I’m not a pussy hipster, I ride with a club that’s got a good
reputation for taking care of business. You’re getting big with my baby, that
you chose to keep, which tells me you like something about me. Probably the sex,
don’t blame you, cause it was fuckin phenomenal. You tellin me you don’t want
to keep that, be my old lady, doesn’t really jive.”
     
    She just stared at him, unable to believe the shit that had
just come out of his mouth. Un, fucking believable. Bikers. Jesus, she knew
better. “You are one arrogant son of a bitch, Roar. You look like a fucking
lion, and you roar the fucking roof off like one too. Yeah, you do know how to
make a woman come so hard her eyes cross. Did it to me, and half this fucking
town. It was seven times, not five. No, you’re no pussy hipster, and your club,
has that reputation. Not you. Your reputation involves a lot of fucking.
Figures, that I hook up with that guy , at my first hog roast in eight
years. I’m not getting big, asshole, I am literally creating another human
being, inside my body. And what I like about you…can’t come up with one thing.
The sex was fuckin phenomenal, but there’s plenty of swinging dicks to provide
phenomenal sex. I sure as fuck don’t want to keep you, because I’m not stupid.
You can brand me, put a ring on my finger, make me your old lady in name only,
but I don’t believe for one second you’ll keep your vows and not fuck around
with the sluts at your club behind my back.”
     
    His nostrils flared, and that crazed rage filled his pretty
eyes again. His hands flexed on her hips and she felt him tremble with the
restraint it took to keep a lid on his temper. “You got the next eighteen years
to figure out what you like about me, and you’re talkin to the wrong fucking people
if the only reputation you heard about me was that I like to fuck.” She let her
brow quirk up and hoped her face displayed the disinterest she was forcing
herself to feel, but her pulse was pounding and her pussy was on fire, all for
this big, bad ass sexy fucking biker. “You don’t know me, yet, but you will.
First thing you should know, being born and bred MC, is what it means to a man
to wear a cut and claim a club as his family. You should know, that when we
give our word, it’s fuckin law. You wear my brand, you wear my ring and raise
my kid, and there will be no fucking around behind your back.”
    “Sorry, don’t buy it that you’re gonna give it all up, just
for little old me.”
    “Honey,” His breath washed over her lips, and the traitorous swells
quivered at the proximity. Remembering just how good it felt to have his mouth.
“Give me your eyes.”
     
    She