Page 57 of Single Mom's Bikers

Her walls start fluttering again, another orgasm building. When it hits, she screams around Zane, her whole body convulsing. The feeling of her coming apart triggers my own release. I thrust up hard, emptying inside her as Rick pounds into her ass.

“Gonna come,” Zane warns, trying to pull back, but she holds him deep, swallowing everything as he shouts his release.

We stay joined for long moments, all of us breathing hard. When Rick finally eases out, she whimpers.

“You okay?” I murmur, brushing hair from her face.

She gives a satisfied smile. “Never better.”

After, we curl around her like protection. Rick strokes her hair while Zane traces patterns on her hip. I press kisses to her shoulder, tasting salt and satisfaction.

“Talk to me,” she says into the quiet. “Please.”

We exchange looks over her head. Rick sighs.

“Death’s Head is making moves,” he admits finally.

“I know.” She turns to study his face. “They’ve been watching the gallery. Taking photos.”

Zane tenses. “How long have you known?”

“Does it matter?” Her hand finds his, squeezing gently. “I notice things. Like how you check exits more often. How Chase studies every stranger who comes in.”

“We’re handling it,” I tell her, echoing my words from earlier.

“Together,” she corrects. “We handle things together.”

Something in Rick’s expression shifts. “It’s not just territory they want.”

She’s quiet for a long moment, looking between us. “I’m not afraid.”

“You should be.” Rick’s voice roughens. “They’re dangerous.”

“So am I.” The words come out fierce. “So is anyone protecting what they love.”

She isn’t wrong.

I pull her back down, needing her close. “No one’s taking anything from us.”

“Damn right.” Zane nuzzles her neck.

Rick just watches us. Then his phone buzzes.

“Teller?” I guess.

“Another bar fight.” He starts to move, but Evie catches his arm.

“Stay. Please.” She kisses his palm. “Just tonight, stay.”

He hesitates, duty warring with desire.

“Clay’s handling it,” Zane reminds him. “Let someone else fight for once.”

Slowly, Rick settles back beside us. Evie immediately curls into him while keeping in contact with Zane and me.

“Tell me about Tank,” she says softly. “About how you built all this.”

We tell her stories of our early days, of learning to be brothers instead of rivals, of Tank’s patience and Mrs. Wilson’s guidance.

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