Page 41 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

My field of vision drowns in instant darkness. My eyes roll, and I can feel myself falling.

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Robyn

Jagger’s voice echoes all around me.

I feel warm in this darkness and, oddly enough, safe.

Slowly, I come to.

I’m drowsy, my head weighs a ton, and I still want to puke.

“Robyn,” Jagger says, holding me in his arms.

We’re on the sidewalk next to my car. His Harley engine rumbles in the background, the headlight hitting us both with its white beam. I squint my eyes and look up at him. “I’m so sorry,” I tell him.

“Dammit, woman, you scared the hell out of me,” he sighs and kisses my temple. “We need to get you to a hospital.”

“I need you to get me home.”

“Robyn, you fainted.”

Somewhere deep down, I know what might happening, but I am nowhere near ready to deal with that just yet. There’s too much on my plate as it is. Besides, with each passing second, the cold September air seems to be working quite well on my senses. I’m awake now. Sharp. Conscious and fully aware of my environment.

Jagger’s cologne blends with the smell of leather and gasoline. Oh, how I adore this particular fragrance. It makes my blood simmer and brings me back to life.

“I’m okay,” I tell him with a weak smile. “Jagger, I promise, I’m okay. It’s just low blood sugar combined with having to deal with Calvin.”

“That piece of shit,” he grunts as he gets up and helps me back on my feet. “He finally showed his face, huh?” He pauses and carefully watches me. “Robyn, you’re pale.”

“I’m scared out of my mind,” I say and sigh deeply. “Baby, I’m fine. I promise. Just take me home, and if at any moment I feel sick again, then you can take me to the hospital.”

He shakes his head slowly, but he’s known me for long enough to understand he’s not going to change my mind. “You can’t drive. I’ll leave the bike here and drive you home.”

“No,” I cup his rugged face and pull him into a kiss. The street is clear now. The few passersby who witnessed the scene have long since dispersed. “Take me home on your Harley. I want to feel the wind in my hair.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, a smile testing the corner of his mouth.

I shrug softly. “Samson said I should ride more. Why not start tonight?”

Jagger doesn’t object. He takes a deep breath, his blue eyes searching my face for a few more seconds before he feels confident enough to let me stand on my own. I inhale and slowly let the air out, proving I’m already better than five minutes ago. I quietly wait as he takes my bag and my broken phone and puts them in his top case, giving me the passenger helmet in return.

“We’ll get you a new phone first thing in the morning,” Jagger says.

“And I’m going to see if Ellie can take Kyra home with her tonight. I don’t want my baby to worry about me,” I reply.

“You’re not spending the night alone.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to leave me alone.”

He chuckles lightly and gets on his bike.

The ride home is downright exhilarating.

Tonight could have ended badly, but I welcome this conclusion with arms wide open. I love every moment of this, even the chills running down my spine as I hold on to Jagger, arms wound tightly around his waist.

He’s a careful rider, steering the Harley down the road and making wide turns until we pull up in my driveway.

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