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He grins. “I don’t mean a ride in your shit box.” I narrow my eyes at him, and he chuckles, gently moving my hair out of my face, and whispers, “I mean you holding onto me on the back of my bike, where you belong.”

My eyes widen. “I-I, I’ve never been on the back of your bike before.”

He hums and says, “I know, but I think it’s time we rectify that. Come for a ride with me, Nat, and let’s get everything off our chest, and I meaneverything. My past, you lying, the clubwhores, the trapping, the pregnancy—everything, baby, because I can’t lose you, but I also can’t flip a switch andsay everything is going to be okay, that I can do this whole relationship thing. We need totalk.”

He looks at me expectantly, and I don’t know what to say.

I love him, I know I do, and I know he loves me.

God, he has my name tattooed on his chest, and it’s not even new. The writing has faded from black to gray.

This talk is something we should have done when I said the wordpregnant, but we didn’t. Instead, he told me we had to get married, and that I was his old lady; he didn’t give me a choice, just like the club didn’t give him a choice in keeping me after I lied and said the results were false.

And honestly, he gave me what, maybe four orgasms in three years before the other night? The dude is lucky to have his balls at this rate.

I swallow hard as he tilts his head, his eyes pleading.

He is right, though. Wedoneed to talk, and whether it ends with us divorcing or not, I know I need him in my life.

He’s my family, my home.

I give him a small nod, and his body visibly relaxes as he leans over and grabs my cut, then pulls me with him as he walks backward, stating, "When we’re on the bike, make sure your body is pressed against mine, and hold me tight, alright?” I nod, nervous, and he grins. “You’ll love it, Diamond, I promise.”

That said, he turns, his hand grabbing mine as he guides me down the stairs. When we get near the door, he lets go of my hand, places my cut on the back of the couch, and then opensthe small cupboard near the door, grabbing my boots, and placing them near my feet.

Kneeling, he lifts my left leg, and I grab his shoulders for balance as he guides my foot into my black lace-up walking boot. He states, “You need to always keep your feet on the pegs, and keep your legs away from the pipes. I really don’t want to break my bike if it hurts you, Diamond.”

I snort and admit, “I’ve already done that.”

He looks up and smirks before helping me with my right foot, before standing.

His throat bobs as he grabs my cut, and then holds it open. I tense but turn, allowing him to put the leather on me as he wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck, whispering, “Fucking perfect.”

My eyes tear up, but I will them away as he turns me and guides me out of my home toward his black Harley, all while my heart is in my throat, my thoughts running wild.

A relationshipcan’tbe in the cards for us. My childhood and our past are too much to overcome.

Right?

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I gently squeeze Natalie’s calf as her grip around my waist tightens as I pick up speed down the freeway.

There’s a boat leaving the harbor in twenty minutes, and I think this discussion would be best somewhere we can’t run.

So much has happened, yetnothappened, over the last six years, and we need to get this shit off our chests.

Her giving me back my cut, fuck, it hurt, it fucking hurt deep.

I’m not sure I’m capable of loving her the way she deserves, or if I can even give her a solid relationship; I mean, fuck, I have my father's blood running through my veins. I have anger that sometimes swallows me whole, but I know I need to give her this, to understand why I have issues.

Natalie grips my cut as I quickly exit the freeway, following the signs for the docks, and I will my cock to go down.

I’ve been hard since the moment I put that leather on her back, which I am fully aware is the first time she’s ever worn it, and don’t get me started on having her behind me like this.

Brothers don’t ride with passengers unless it’s someone they see as their forever, and I deprived myself of this, knowing she was my one but not willing to take our relationship further.

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