Page 55 of Single Mom's Bikers

“That’s why you chose Wolf Pike? To put down roots?”

Something shadows her eyes. “Maybe I was just tired of running.”

I want to ask what she’s running from, why she flinches at certain sounds, and why Rose watches her like she might disappear.

Instead, I wrap my arms around her from behind, breathing in her scent. “You’re safe here. You know that, right?”

She leans back against me. “Are you?”

Before I can answer, motorcycle engines roar past again.

“Chase?” Her voice is soft. “Whatever’s coming…don’t shut me out. Please.”

I turn her in my arms, needing to see her face. “We’re handling it.”

“I know. But maybe…” She cups my cheek. “Maybe you don’t have to handle it alone.”

The kiss starts gently—comfort and reassurance. It quickly turns heated.

“Take me home?” she whispers against my lips.

I text Rick and Zane while she locks up. They’ll meet us there, drawn by the same need to hold what’s ours close.

The girls are at Rose’s for a sleepover when we arrive at Evie’s house. She leads us inside without turning on the lights, like we’re all carrying enough shadows already.

“Wine?” she offers, but none of us want to dull our edges tonight.

Rick moves first, pulling her into a kiss that’s more possession than passion. Zane and I watch, understanding the need burning through our older brother. The need to claim her as his.

“Missed you,” Evie whispers when they break apart. Her fingers trace the tension in Rick’s jaw. “All day, watching you worry…”

“We’re fine,” he starts, but she presses fingers to his lips.

“Liar.” Her smile is soft. “Let me help. Let me…” She kisses him again, then reaches for Zane and me. “Let me take care of you.”

She leads us upstairs to her bedroom, which has become our sanctuary these past weeks.

I catch her wrist before she can start undressing. “Your turn to let us take care of you.”

My brothers move in practiced synchronization—Rick behind her, Zane at her side, and me in front. We’ve learned her body language and how to make her sing.

Rick unzips her dress while Zane and I kiss patterns across newly exposed skin. She shivers between us.

“Beautiful,” Rick murmurs into her neck. “So fucking beautiful.”

The dress pools at her feet. The black lace underneath makes my mouth go dry. She’s been wearing this all day?

“Like it?” Her voice is husky as I drop to my knees. “I thought of all of you when buying it. I’ve been thinking about all of you. All day.”

“Fuck,” Zane growls, palming her breasts through black lace. “Show us how much.”

She’s already wet when I press my mouth against lace-covered heat. Her hips buck, a desperate sound escaping her throat. Rick holds her steady from behind, his cock hard against her ass.

“I need to see you properly,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. I slide the delicate lace down her legs, revealing inch by inch of smooth, flushed skin. Her breaths quicken as I linger, my hands brushing her thighs.

Zane steps in, his hands slipping over her shoulders to strip away the rest of her clothes, leaving her bare before us.

“On your knees,” Rick commands, his voice low but firm. She doesn’t hesitate. Slowly, gracefully, she sinks down, her eyes flicking up to meet ours, dark with want and mischief.

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