Page 52 of Single Mom's Bikers

I want to freeze this moment. Want to protect it from Death’s Head and all the other shadows threatening our peace.

My office is the last stop. Walking in with her feels significant somehow.

“So this is where the magic happens?” She runs her fingers over my desk.

“Paperwork mainly.” However, the hidden compartment behind my degrees holds darker business.

“Liar.” Her smile turns knowing. “I’ve seen the books, remember? The gallery’s legitimate, but there’s more.”

Her expression almost makes me think that she comes from a world of secrets too. Like she understands the necessity of lies.

“Does it bother you?” I have to ask.

“That you protect people? That you’ve built something real here?” She steps closer. “No. It makes me feel safe.”

The word hits hard after today’s meeting. I pull her against me, needing to feel her solid and whole.

“You are safe,” I promise. “You and the girls. Always.”

She must hear something in my voice because she pulls back to study my face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I kiss her before she can press further. “Just happy you’re here.”

Dinner feels like a glimpse of our future. Three brothers, one woman, and two little girls have somehow become the center of everything. Even the silence between conversations feels right.

“Can we sleep over?” Violet asks between bites. “Please?”

“Not tonight, princess.” Though soon, I hope. I want them here permanently, and I want to wake up to this chaos every morning.

Later, after they leave, the house feels too quiet. My brothers notice my mood but don’t push.

“We’ll handle it,” Chase says simply.

“Whatever comes,” Zane agrees.

I try to focus on paperwork, but my mind keeps drifting to Death’s Head’s latest move. Mario’s garage isn’t just any target.It’s where local kids get their first bikes fixed and where families trust us to keep them safe.

My brothers are out patrolling with Clay and Kip, leaving me alone with thoughts I can’t keep away. The map from today’s meeting haunts me—red X’s marking territory encroaching closer to our schools and our homes.

My phone buzzes. Evie:“Girls are asleep. Rose is staying over. Can I come back?”

A smile breaks on my lips.“Yes, Please. Door’s unlocked,”I text back.

Twenty minutes later, I hear the front door open. When she walks into my office wearing my leather jacket from earlier, all thoughts of club business evaporate.

The thought of what she might have underneath my jacket makes my cock harden instantly.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she says, closing the door behind her. “Kept thinking about you in here, looking all official.”

“Official?” I lean back, drinking her in.

“Thought you could use a distraction,” she says softly, moving closer. “From all the MC business.”

“Best kind of distraction.” I lean back in my chair, watching her approach. “That jacket looks better on you.”

Her fingers find the zipper, slowly dragging it down. “Want to see how good it looks off me?”

The jacket parts, revealing her perfect breasts down to the shape of her pussy. She’s so tiny compared to me, but there’s nothingfragile about the way she moves. When she lets the leather slip from her shoulders, I can’t help but groan at the sight of her.

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