Page 32 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

That was it. The magic words. The phrase that sends this entire thing over the edge. My thighs tense, my stomach tightens, and just as I’m about to lift my hips and grind his cock deeper inside of me, the front door swings open bringing a cold breeze with it.

The front door swings open?Why is the door swinging open?

Maverick?

I should move. I know I should move. Maverick is standing in the entryway staring at us like a literal deer in headlights, but I’m alarmed. I’m frozen, staring at his bloody knuckles and the disheveled look on his face.

Rhett leans up and whispers in my ear, “You go get cleaned up. I’ll figure this out.”

Holden helps me up from the ground and wraps me in his button-down. “You okay?”

“Yeah… I just…”

“Let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up. Rhett can figure out what’s going on.”

My clit is throbbing, my thighs are soaking wet, and my head is spinning in circles as Maverick glances toward me in the other room. He’s talking to Rhett, but his dark, downturned gaze never leaves mine.

What the hell?

“I need to know what’s happening. I think it’s bad.” My voice is panicked as I walk toward the front door and step between Rhett and Maverick.

“What happened? Why are you covered in blood?” My heart slams against my chest hard and heavy as the room spins around me. I already know why he’s covered in blood. There’s only one reason.

Maverick pulls a stack of cash from the pocket of his hoodie and hands it toward me. “This was meant for you.”

I have no idea how much money it is, but it’s rolled in stacks of hundred-dollar bills.

“What did you do?” My voice is nearly a whisper.

“I took care of the problem.”

I suck in a breath of air, but it doesn’t stop the world from spinning. In fact, when I open my eyes, I don’t see color at all, I only see darkness until everything goes black.

Chapter Twelve

Molly

I guess I’ve been out all night because when I finally open my eyes, the sun is filtering through the shades and the scent of coffee is in the air. I tap my tongue against the roof of my mouth searching for moisture, but there’s nothing. Clearly, Holden drained me of every drop last night.

Holden… Rhet… Maverick…what the hell happened last night? Why were Maverick’s fists bloody and why did I pass out?

I roll my hand over my stomach, comforting the baby I’m not even sure is there. How could I bring a child into this world with the mess I’ve created?

My stomach tightens as I reach for my phone on the bedside table, but it’s not there. Like the addict I am, panic streaks through me as I roll to the opposite side, spreading my hand wide over the sheets in search of the little black box that’s become my life force. Instead of the empty space I’m expecting, there’s a giant shaped lump lying beside me.

“Fuck,” the goliath groans, “what time is it?”

“Holden?” His voice is so groggy, but I’m pretty sure that’s him.

He rolls toward me, his shirt missing, and I can clearly see all the dark ink swirling over his chest and down his biceps. Now I know I’m still dreaming. There’s no world where Holdenwould spend the night here. He made that clear last night during his proposition, and I don’t blame him. He’s worked hard for his career. He needs to protect it.

I close my eyes and open them again quickly, but I’m not sure if I want to wake up. Maybe I want to see where this half naked scene where I’m in bed with my therapist goes.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl.” He lifts his arm up and tucks me beneath the crook of his shoulder with a deep sigh that rumbles connection and safety through me. “You okay?”

“Thoroughly confused. I thought you had to leave at night.”

He sighs again. “Me too, but I couldn’t leave you passed out. I’m the only one with medical training and the guys were busy taking care of shit over at Tyler’s until late.”

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