Page 52 of Nanny for the Bikers

His words wash over me, a balm to the insecurities that plague my mind. I search his eyes, looking for any hint of deception, but all I find is sincerity and a depth of emotion that steals my breath.

“But what about Piper? And your jobs? I don’t want to complicate things...” My voice trails off, the doubts still lingering.

Clay’s thumb brushes over my cheek, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down my spine. “You could never complicate things. You’ve brought so much light into our lives, Ayla. Piper adores you, and we... we can’t imagine our lives without you.”

His words are like a key, unlocking the cage of fear that has held my heart captive for so long. I feel the walls crumbling, brick by brick, as the realization of what he’s offering sinks in.

A chance at happiness, at a family. A place to belong.

A place that isn’t toxic.

I lean into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed as I savor the moment. “I want this, Clay. I want you, all of you. But I’m scared...”

“I know, baby, but you have to trust us.” His lips brush against my forehead, a promise sealed with a kiss.

I gaze into Clay’s warm eyes, finding solace in their depths. His strong arms encircle my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies are flush against each other. The heat of his skin seeps through the thin fabric of my shirt, igniting a fire within me.

“Clay,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. “I don’t know how this is going to work, but I trust you. I trust all of you.”

His lips curve into a smile, a smile that makes my knees go weak. “That’s all we need, Ayla. We’ll figure out the rest together.”

And then his lips are on mine, soft and gentle at first, as if he’s asking for permission. I melt into the kiss, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip, seeking entrance, and I part my lips eagerly, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

It’s electric, the way his tongue dances with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth. I can taste the faint hint of coffee on his breath, mixed with something uniquely Clay. It’s intoxicating, and I find myself craving more.

Our kisses grow more heated, more urgent as if we’re trying to pour every ounce of pent-up desire into each other. His hands roam over my back, my hips, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

Lost in the kiss, I barely register Clay’s strong arms wrapping around my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. The cool marble seeps through my thin cotton shorts, but the heat of Clay’s body pressed against mine quickly chases away any chill.

He settles between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he kisses me harder, more insistently. I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against me.

Clay’s hands slide down to my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me flush against him. I gasp into his mouth, my body responding to his touch like kindling to a flame.

He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along my jaw, down the column of my neck. I tilt my head back, giving him better access, my fingers threading through his short, dark hair.

“Kip and Teller told me they kissed you,” Clay murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it, imagining how your lips would feel against mine.”

A blush rises to my cheeks, embarrassment and desire warring within me.

I can’t believe they told him, that they’re all talking about me like this.

As if sensing my discomfort, Clay pulls back, his eyes finding mine. “Don’t be embarrassed, Ayla. I just wanted my turn, too. I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I first saw you.”

Before I can respond, he captures my lips once more, kissing me with a fervor that steals my breath and erases any coherent thought from my mind. His hands roam over my body, squeezing and caressing, leaving me aching for more.

A question burns in my mind, and I pull back just enough to whisper against Clay’s lips, “Have you ever shared a woman before? Or am I... special?”

Clay’s eyes soften, and he cups my face in his large, calloused hands. “You’re special, Ayla. So damn special. We’d never do this for anyone else but you? You’re perfect for our little family.”

His words send a rush of warmth through me, and I lean into his touch, savoring the feeling of being wanted, cherished.

I never imagined I could have this, that I could be part of something so unconventional yet so right.

Clay’s lips trail along my jaw, down the column of my neck, each kiss a searing brand against my skin. I tilt my head back, giving him better access, a soft moan escaping me as he finds a particularly sensitive spot.

“Is this what you want, Ayla?” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Do you want us? All of us?”

The question hangs in the air, heavy with promise and possibility. I know there’s no going back from this, that saying yes will change everything. But as I look into Clay’s eyes, darkwith desire and something deeper, I realize I’ve never wanted anything more.

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