Page 28 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

“There’s no need for that,” Diesel cuts in.

“Even so. Ellie helped. She’s been there for me, listening, never judging, never questioning my choices. Hell, she hates giving any kind of unsolicited advice. And I trust her with my daughter. That’s huge.”

“We’ll help you figure something out,” Knox says.

“Thank you so much.”

“We should talk to the rest of the club too,” Jagger suggests. “We’ve got several businesses going. Surely, we could find a spot for her. Does Ellie drive?”

I nod once. “She’s actually a really good driver. She had a cab back in the city for a while.”

“That’s good to know,” he says.

“You guys really are too sweet,” I say.

“Hey now, we have a reputation to uphold,” Diesel jokes.

“Oh, your secret is safe with me,” I tell him with a breathy laugh. It’s quiet for about a minute, as Knox, Jagger, and Diesel forget about the movie altogether and turn their eyes to me. My gaze bounces from one to the other. They’re so different, taken individually, yet so alike when put together.

“You make us really happy, you know that?” Jagger finally breaks the silence.

I nod. “You make me happy too.”

“Then why do you look sad?” Knox asks.

“We’re good together,” I sigh deeply. “I just don’t know where it’ll end.”

“Who says it has to end?” Jagger asks.

The doubt swirling shamelessly in my heart does cast a deep, dark shadow over this… relationship. I might as well call it that because it is. It checks most of the boxes for one, even if it’s not the traditional kind. But I keep that thought to myself. I’m not sure how deep it runs and how long it will last. Jagger has an opinion on the matter. Am I ready to hear it, though?

“I think we need more wine,” I announce and get up.

“There’s at least one bottle left on the counter,” Jagger says.

I sense his gaze following me as I leave the room and rush into the kitchen. I can hear their voices as I reach for the bottle and hastily open it, my heart racing. The conversation was about to delve into an area I’m prepared to delve into. The chemistry between us is insanely powerful. It’s sizzling hot. Hell, my panties are soaking wet. I’m always tightly wound when I’m with them.

But it’s too soon to take it seriously. And how would a relationship between four people even work?

“I think we just have a lot on our plates to put labels on these things… whoa.” I stop in the middle of the living room, bottle of wine in one hand, and stare at three, gorgeous naked men. “What’s going on here?”

“What do you think?” Knox asks with a half-smile.

My skin tingles all over. I feel hot and bothered. “I guess movie night’s over?” I chuckle softly.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Diesel says. He gets up from the sofa and points at the shirts and jeans and leather vests piled on top of the armchair by the window. “It all needs to go there.”

“Oh, wow. Okay. Like, now?”

“Robyn, if I don’t see you naked in the next minute, there’s going to be serious trouble.”

“Oh, my. What kind of trouble?”

I’m playing with fire, and they know it. Judging by the devilish grins slitting their faces, I’m pretty sure they’re enjoying this.

Knox walks to me, and I have a hard time looking away from his ginormous cock—stiff and thick and pulsating with desire, while ropes of muscle wrap around his massive torso. His broad shoulders make my fingers itch. I need to touch him.

I reach out, but he stops and takes a step back. “No, ma’am.”

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