Page 76 of Single Mom's Bikers

The house is quiet when I enter. I find Evie in her bed, wearing a crop top and short pants, her dark hair spread across the pillow.

She stirs when I sit beside her, green eyes blinking open. “You’re late.”

“Club business.” I brush the hair from her face, needing to touch her. “Are the girls okay?”

“They are.” She leans into my hand. “You look worried.”

Instead of answering, I kiss her. Pour everything I can’t say into the press of my lips against hers. She responds immediately, arms wrapping around my neck to pull me closer.

“Shower first,” she murmurs when I try to deepen the kiss. “You smell like motorcycle exhaust.”

In the bathroom, she helps strip off my leather, her touch lingering on tense muscles. When she steps into the shower with me, I groan at the sight of water running down her body.

“Let me,” she says softly, taking the soap. Her hands relieve the stress in my shoulders while I breathe in the steam and her scent.

“Better?” She presses against my back, breasts soft against my skin.

I turn, catching her mouth in a hungry kiss. Push her against the tile, swallowing her gasp as my hands find her breasts. When I pinch her nipples, she arches into my touch.

I growl against her neck. “I need you to be safe always.”

She guides my hand between her thighs, where she’s already wet despite the water. I circle her clit with my thumb while sliding two fingers inside her, loving how she clenches around me.

“Please,” she begs when I drop to my knees. “Rick…”

We both moan when I finally taste her. I take my time, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. Her hands tangle in my hair as I work her higher.

When she comes, it’s with my name on her lips. I keep going, not stopping until she pulls me up for a desperate kiss.

“Bed,” she pants. “Need you inside me.”

We barely dry off before tumbling onto sheets. She’s so beautiful spread beneath me, skin flushed and damp. When I push into her, we both curse at how perfect it feels.

I growl, setting a deep rhythm. She meets every thrust, nails scoring my back. Drawing it out as long as I can, I work her toward another peak.

She comes again with a cry, walls clenching around me. I follow immediately, burying my face in her neck as pleasure crashes through me.

After, she curls against my chest while I trace patterns on her skin, thoroughly satisfied.

“You’d tell me if something was wrong?” I ask quietly. “If you needed protection?”

She’s quiet for a long moment. “I have all the protection I need. Right here.”

I hold her closer, silently vowing to deserve that trust. To keep her safe from whatever storms are coming.

Even if I have to burn the world down to do it.

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EVIE

“Play it again,”I tell Rose, holding my phone with shaking hands. The gallery’s empty except for Chase setting up his station, but I still duck into the supply closet for privacy.

“Evie…” Rose’s voice holds barely controlled panic. “Playing it again won’t change anything. The snake tattoo is clearly visible when you walk past.”

I replay Skylar’s video anyway. There—at 2:47, I cross behind her while she discusses Chase’s color work. My sleeve rides up for barely three seconds. But it’s enough. The distinctive snake design curling up my forearm is unmistakable.

I hadn’t taken this much notice before, brushing off Rose’s warnings, hoping that those fancy cars with the Sacramento plates were here for someone else. How did I get so relaxed? How did I forget so soon what I was running from?

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