Page 69 of Nanny for the Bikers

The word ‘home’ seems to do something to her.

She’s quiet for a long time. “Is there anything else you’re hiding from me?”

Kip shakes his head, “No, nothing else. We promise.”

Her eyes drift between all of us, needing to make sure she can trust us before a small smile comes to her face, and she blows out a breath. “I’m coming home.”

I smile, finally feeling like I can breathe again.

37

AYLA

“Hey guys,” I say, trying to keep my voice casual despite the nervous fluttering in my stomach. “Can I ask you some questions about the motorcycle club?”

Clay nods, patting the spot next to him on the couch. “Of course, darlin’. Have a seat and fire away.”

I sink down beside him, acutely aware of his solid presence. Taking a breath, I launch into my questions - about the club’s history, their activities, how things operate. The guys take turns answering, their voices patient and thorough as they explain.

“Where’s Piper?” I ask after a while, glancing around.

“Oh, Jamie’s got her for the night,” Kip grins. “She was real excited to take the little munchkin. Practically begged us, so we could come and get you.”

I bite my lip. “You sure that’s a good idea? I mean, Jamie’s pretty close to popping herself...”

“Nah, Jamie’s more than capable, even with a bun in the oven,” Teller chuckles. “Besides...” His eyes glint mischievously. “With the kiddo out of the house, it means we can focus all our attention on you tonight.”

My breath catches at the innuendo lacing his words. Focus their attention on me? In what way exactly? My mind whirls with the possibilities, desire and anxiety warring within me.

Teller steps into the kitchen and returns with a wine bottle and a glass, pouring a generous amount of deep crimson liquid into the glass. He hands it to me, our fingers brushing. “Drink up, sweetheart. You’re going to need it.”

I accept the glass hesitantly. “What do you mean? Why will I need it?”

His lips curl into a sinful smirk. “Because Ayla... it’s time for your punishment. For running away from us like that.”

My eyes widen, confusion and a thrill of excitement battling within me. “Punishment? But I thought-”

“Shh, relax,” Clay soothes, his hand sliding higher up my thigh. “We would never hurt you, baby. Trust me, you’re going to enjoy every second of this punishment.”

Kip nods, his gaze smoldering. “Every. Single. Second.”

I take a large gulp of wine, the rich notes coating my tongue as I try to calm my racing heart. The heat of their stares, the promise in their words... it’s almost too much.

As soon as I lower the glass, Kip takes it from my hand as Clay’s hand fists in my hair, pulling me close until our noses nearly touch. “Fuck, Ayla, if you knew how much I’ve missed you... how worried I was...” His voice is low, rough with emotion.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my lips trembling. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“I know, baby. And I know just how you can make it up to me.” His mouth hovers over mine, his breath mingling with my own. “You’re going to be a good girl and take your punishment like the perfect angel you are, aren’t you?”

All I can do is whimper my assent, my body already thrumming with need. I have no idea what they have planned, but I’m more than willing to submit to their desires, to let them take me apart piece by piece.

Because even though a part of me is terrified, another part knows that this is exactly where I’m meant to be. In their arms, at their mercy, ready to be worshipped in the most sinful of ways.

No more running. No more hiding.

Tonight, I’m theirs. Mind, body, and soul.

Clay’s arms engulf me as he lifts me effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest. My heart races, anticipation and nerves warring within me as he carries me towards his bedroom, Teller and Kip following close behind.

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