Page 118 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

“Yeah,” he says, then adds another cookie to her plate while I help myself to pig in a blanket. It tastes absolutely delicious.

“Shay, did you make these?” I ask her.

She nods once. “Family recipe. Like it?”

“I’m going to need it,” I say with a laugh.

Jagger gives me a wink, then heads over to the tree. “Nah, but for real, it looks amazing.”

“My God, you are really tooting your own horn, aren’t you?” I reply.

“Okay, fine. You did a marvelous job,” Samson grumbles. “Now quit bragging.”

But Jagger keeps staring at a particular ornament. It catches my eye, so I leave Kyra with Samson and Shay for a moment as I walk to Jagger’s side to investigate.

“What’s that?” I ask him, pointing at the ornament.

“I don’t know,” he says in a low voice.

Diesel and Knox join us, equally enticed. It’s a small box wrapped in velvet and decorated with a bright red bow.

“You didn’t put it there?” I ask.

Jagger gives me a long look and shrugs.

“I wonder what it is,” Diesel says.

I look at him, then reach for the ornament. “Are you sure none of you put it there?”

But they don’t answer. For a moment, I feel worried. Maybe someone else left it. Who, though? One of the other club members perhaps. It could be a gift. As I carefully remove it from its branch, I marvel at the velvety feel of the box, and I damn near forget about the rest of the world. I inhale the conifer scent as I analyze the ornament carefully, turning it over in my hands a few times.

“What is it?” Knox asks.

“It looks like a box,” I say. “Should I open it?”

“Call the bomb squad,” Diesel quips.

I give him a sour look. “Ha-ha. Really funny.”

“Open it,” he chuckles softly.

The softness of his gaze has me wondering. My heart skips a beat as I slowly open the box and lose my breath at the sight of a gorgeous diamond ring. It looks so delicate, so intricately crafted. It’s something a woodland fairy might wear, the tear-shaped diamond capturing every speck of gold in the room.

“Oh, my God,” I whisper, realizing what’s about to happen.

I turn around. Before me, my three men are all down on one knee.

Behind them, the handful of Rogue Riders present hold their breaths, smiling and gasping, waiting for the words to pop out.

My eyes sting.

“Guys…” I manage.

“You knew this was bound to happen,” Knox says with a huge grin. “We wouldn’t have it any other way, Robyn. You’re the one for us. You’re it.”

“We love you. You love us. It makes sense,” Diesel adds.

Jagger gives me the softest smile. “Marry us, Robyn. We’re meant to be together. We’re stronger together, happier, better.”

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