Page 26 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

“She does that to everybody,” Knox chuckles. “She’s got the three of us wrapped around that cute little pinky of hers. Not that I mind. I don’t.”

“I think you actually enjoy it,” I say, lovingly looking up at him.

The look he gives me makes my spine tingle. “I enjoy her mother’s attention even more.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do.”

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Robyn, a very long time.”

I exhale sharply, my head resting on his shoulder while the scent of leather, cologne, and gasoline fills my lungs to the brim. “Me too. I’m just sorry it took us so long to get here.”

“You know what they say, baby,” Jagger chimes in. “Better late than never.”

We spend a few hours in the park laughing, playing with Kyra, and snacking from the various food carts around the edges of the park. When Kyra starts to look like she’s about to nod off, I nudge Knox.

“I need to get the princess home before she passes out.”

Knox scoops her up in a fit of giggles and plops her back into the side car, fastening her helmet on her head. Once back at the house, Kyra sighs sadly as she hands over her pink helmet.

“What are you doing?” he asks her.

“Giving it back.”

“Why? It’s yours.”

She stares at him with big, wide eyes. “It’s mine?”

“Of course. You can wear it every time we go for a ride, that’s if you want to go for a ride again,” he teases.

Instantly, Kyra turns to look at me. “Can we ride again, Mommy?”

“You really loved it, huh?” I chuckle lightly. “Yes, honey, we can ride again another time. So you’re going to have to hold on to that helmet and take really good care of it.”

“Oh, I promise!” she squeals and hugs it close to her chest.

Ellie comes out of her house and smiles upon seeing us. “Hey, Kyra!”

“Ellie!” Kyra waves, then comes over to me. “Am I staying with Ellie tonight?”

“How’d you guess?” I ask, half-smiling.

“She’s wearing her sleepover jammies.”

My daughter is observant to the point where she noticed a pattern I certainly overlooked. But glancing at Ellie, I see it too. Every time Ellie is having Kyra over, she puts on one of her oversized, super-colorful onesies. Tonight, she’s sporting one in avocado green.

“You’re absolutely right,” I say, taking the keys out of my jacket pocket. “Stay here with the fellas for a minute, honey? I need to talk to Ellie first.”

“Okay.”

“She’s in good hands,” Diesel says.

“Oh, I know,” I quip and head across the street.

Ellie greets me with a warm hug. “Hey, girl.”

“Hey,” I laugh. “Thank you so much for doing this. We’ve got a movie and dinner night planned.”

“It’s cool,” she says. Ellie is the only one I can trust with my secret. No one else outside the MC would understand this thing between Knox, Jagger, Diesel, and me. “Besides, I could use the extra cash,” Ellie adds.

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