Page 83 of Riot

She’s fucking beautiful.

The robe she’s wearing is belted around her waist but only reaches mid-thigh. I can’t stop my gaze from dipping to take in her legs. The new curves she’s developed after her pregnancy make her look like a fucking goddess, and my fingers itch to grip her hips.

I don’t know if my intentions show on my face, but a blush rises in her cheeks as she shifts Seren in her arms.

And her smile is coy.

Maylie’s oblivious to the heat between me and her sister, focused on making whatever concoction she’s creating today. Itlooks like pond water, but from the ingredients surrounding her, it’s some kind of fruit and vegetable smoothie.

“I’m not sure that makes me feel better, Ivy,” Maylie says over her shoulder. “I already feel like the walking dead.”

“If I can do it, you can, and it’s really not that bad when you have so many people around you willing to help.”

She moves to the table, holding Seren against her chest, and I can’t stop staring at her. I have to root my feet to the floor so I don’t grab her chin and press a blistering kiss to her mouth.

I’ve never been the guy who doesn’t take what the fuck he wants, but I won’t be like her ex.

Her very dead ex.

I choke down the guilt, reminding myself why I’m holding this secret.

It won’t be the only one. The nature of the club means there’ll always be things I have to keep from her, and I have to learn to deal with that.

“Oh!” Maylie exclaims so suddenly, we both turn towards her. She’s standing over the bin, her body blocking it from view.

“Are you okay?” Ivy demands.

“You didn’t like the flowers?”

“Huh?”

“They’re in the bin.”

Ivy snaps her gaze to me, her brow arching.

I smirk and shrug, my eyes dancing with challenge.

“No, I didn’t like them,” she says to her sister.

Maylie huffs. “I don’t know what that boy said to you, but it seems such a waste to throw away perfectly good flowers.”

Ivy scowls. “I can buy flowers for myself.”

That declaration is directed at me.

Maylie shakes her head. “Of course, you can. You’re a modern woman. Can one of you make a start on breakfast? I’mpretty sure the moment this smoothie touches my lips, I’m going to be puking it right back up.”

She’s still mumbling to herself as she leaves the kitchen, clutching her glass.

I don’t break the stare. I can’t. There is a spark inside me that Ivy has lit. She’s going to be the death of me.

There’s not a single thing that’s going to stop me from claiming her as soon as she’s ready. Not my brother, not Maylie, not the club.

“Did you put my flowers in the bin?”

I hold my hands out for Seren, and Ivy automatically hands her over to me. Not a moment of hesitation, just total trust.

Seren is fucking adorable, her big blue eyes peering up at me as she blows her lips. I can see Ivy in her features already, and nothing that looks like her shitty ex.

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