Page 24 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

I melt all over again, my heart exploding with light and love as I hold my daughter close and thank God for every single moment I’ve had with her since the day she was born. For a while, I worried she’d have a hard time growing up without a father, but I managed to fill both pairs of shoes for her—and the Rogue Riders’ leaders have been by our side the whole way through.

Even if Kyra only saw them once a month until a few weeks ago, she’s grown deeply fond of her MC uncles. I do have a mind to take her to the clubhouse someday soon. Maybe it’s time.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, honey?”

“Do you hear that?”

I hear it. Motorcycles roaring outside. Again, I can’t help but notice that Kyra isn’t anxious about it anymore. I give her a reassuring smile and open the front door just in time to see Knox, Jagger, and Diesel pulling up in the driveway astride their steel stallions. They’re clad in leather and jeans and look downright dashing.

“I need you to stay right here while I go see what they want.”

“Uncle Knox!” Kyra calls out and waves at them with a bright, enthusiastic smile.

“Hey, fellas,” I smile as I saunter across the freshly cut lawn. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

Knox waves at Kyra, then takes his helmet off and gives me a playful wink. “What’s up? What’s up is we’re looking at a very beautiful September day here, Robyn. And we figured our two favorite ladies in the whole wide world could do with a ride.”

“Wait, what?” I manage, just as I notice an addition to Knox’s bike. A sidecar attachment sits to the right of his seat.

Diesel grins as he takes out two helmets from his top case. One is black and sleek looking, brand spanking new and just my size. The other is a sparkling pink with white stripes on the sides—a child’s helmet. My stomach tightens, and my heart starts beating faster as I realize what this is about.

“It’s a Sunday. What were you going to do today? Stay indoors with this gorgeous sun out?” Jagger quips, comfortably sitting on his motorcycle.

I shake my head slowly. “No, we were going to go to the park, the one just down the road.”

“Why not take a ride over there?” Knox asks.

“I… Oh, I don’t know,” I manage, but Kyra’s rushed footsteps have my momma-bear instincts kicking in. “Kyra’s too young for this, and I haven’t ridden in a long, long time… almost six years.”

“Hey!” my daughter says.

“Well, so much for hanging back while Mommy handles this,” I chuckle lightly.

“Sorry, Mommy,” Kyra gives me a sheepish smile, but her attention is immediately drawn to the pink helmet. “What’s that?”

“Yeah, Mommy, what is that?” Knox asks me.

“You know we’ll be super cautious,” Jagger adds. “It’s just a couple of blocks down a residential street. She’ll be safe in the sidecar.”

“I know. Give me a second,” I say, then kneel so I can look Kyra in her beautiful blue eyes. “Tater tot, here’s the deal: We’re going to take a short ride down to the park. But I need you to listen to whatever Knox says, okay?”

“Okay!” she exclaims, her excitement catching.

Knox laughs lightly, and I’m struck by the tenderness with which he puts the helmet on Kyra’s head, patiently explaining that she needs to sit where he tells her to sit and to hold on tight. I rush back to the house to lock the front door. By the time I’m back, she’s ready to ride.

“Right here,” he says, hoisting her off the ground and helping her into the sidecar. “This is safe. But you need to sit still the whole time. Got it?”

“Got it!” She giggles as she grasps the sides as tight as she can.

I can’t get over how sweet she looks with her special helmet, her eyes glowing with excitement while I put my own helmet on and get on Jagger’s bike, sitting behind him.

“It’s been a while,” I tell him, keeping an eye on Kyra. She looks comfortable and excited as Knox checks that everything is in place.

“I was going to say it’s like riding a bike,” Jagger replies, giving me a cool smile over his shoulder, making me chuckle. “How does it feel?”

“It feels really, really nice,” I purr softly.

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