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three pack of rubbers for emergencies. “You
done looking through my shit?”
     
    Her tight growl made his cock so hard it was fuckin
ridiculous, and when he turned around to answer, he almost swallowed his
tongue. She’d changed out of her jeans and her work shirt, braided her hair in
one long tail, put on a tight long sleeve black shirt and a jean skirt that
left her long, long, beautifully pale legs bare all the way down to the tops of
her biker bitch boots. “Fuck me.” He growled, shaking with the restraint it
took not to put his hands on her and fuck them both into a coma. She snorted
indelicately, tossing that long red whip of hers all sassy like. “We going or
what?”
     
    He’d hauled a few bitches on the back of his bike before, and
maybe it was the fact that this one was carrying his kid, or he had some kind
of sex deprived insanity eating at his brain. But no bitch, had ever felt so
good behind him. Her arms were snug around his waist, her breasts pressed tight
against his back, against his cut, her cheek turned to his shoulder while his
pipes roared and the road fell away under his tires.  At any stop light
they hit, he kicked a foot out to balance them and curled his hand around her
calf, rubbing at her soft skin while they idled. Each time he did it, he felt
her shiver behind him. Felt her take a deep breath and just shiver. Men who sat
in their trucks beside them looked over and he could tell they thought his
bitch was every bit as sexy as he did. Gave him a hell of a thrill, pride mixed
with furious jealousy. Pride because his bitch was so beautiful, and jealousy because
those cocksuckers were looking at her with hunger in their eyes.
     
    He just smirked at the assholes, knowing that they’d never
have a chance. He wasn’t going to give them one.
    His brand.
    His ring.
    His kid.
    His wife.
    He’d never wanted a family of his own. Never wanted to settle
down with just one bitch. He liked his life, he had his brothers, the club,
cash flowing in like water, peace with their enemies for now. Hadn’t wanted
anything more. Hadn’t needed it. Till the ginger bitch on his bike, had walked
in and knocked him on his ass.
     
    He parked outside the tattoo shop and held his hand out for
her to dismount, and froze when he saw her swipe at the tears that had fallen
down her cheeks. “Are you really that upset about getting my brand?” He growled,
insulted and concerned, but she shook her head and tugged her helmet off to
settle on his handlebars. “No. It’s just been…a really long time.” She
murmured, glancing at the back of his bike with the longing plain on her face,
until she wiped it away and turned to walk into the parlor. “Ever,” She took a
deep breath and paused on the stairs, half turning to face him with her arms
hugging herself tightly. She sucked back another round of tears when he slid
his hands down over her shoulder blades, tilting his head to catch her gaze,
watching her struggle to toughen up. Tough, sexy bitch. God she was beautiful.
She made his guts churn with worry for her, made him feel like breaking
something, killing anyone he had to, to make her stop crying those fat, silent
tears that dripped off her eyelashes. “Babe,” She shook her head and swiped the
tears away again, “Hormones. It’s a pregnant lady thing, better than the puking
my guts up. I’m good, don’t worry.”
     
     He opened his mouth to tell her what bullshit that was,
but she shrugged him off and walked into the tat shop run by one of Perdition’s
people. She got a hold of herself in time to bust his balls over the brand he’d
asked Ringer to lay across her low back. Made him grind his teeth against
wanting to grin. “I want it higher,” She told him firmly, and he leaned down to
growl in her ear, “I want it on your hips where I can see it every time I fuck
you.” Her eyes had narrowed to glittering green slits of fury, but then her
lips twitched and she shrugged, “Fine. You want to see