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“Yep.Gonna have at least five or six kids, by the way.”

“Do I get a say in this?”I couldn’t help but laugh, the thrill of this new life he dangled in front of me enough to sweep me up into a fantasy I wasn’t sure could last.Not that it mattered.I was going to hold on to the fantasy until it evaporated.

“Sure.It’s my job to get you to say yes.”

“And you think you can get me to say yes to six kids?”

He frowned down at me, but there was mischief in his eyes.“Hell no!What woman would actually agree to that right off the bat?”He shook his head.“Nope.My job is to get you to beg me to come inside you.”A slow smile spread his lips and the man looked positively wicked.“Over and over until you can’t help but get knocked up.”

I laughed until tears streamed from my eyes down my temple.Hawk had this satisfied smirk on his face like he’d won the best prize in the world.I cupped his face in one hand, stroking his beard.Hawk, the big gruff biker, leaned into my touch, practically purring in contentment.

“Never get tired of that sound,” he murmured as he kissed me once more.“Get some sleep.”He did a slow roll and brought me on top of him, his cock still firmly inside me.“I got a feelin’ Knuckles will send someone for us sooner rather than later.”

There was so much to think about, so much to plan.I needed to think about what I wanted to say to Vic.Would he try to take me home?Would he try to kill me?Those are the things I needed to consider, but all I found myself thinking about was how wonderful Hawk smelled.About how I loved those strong arms holding me tightly against him.

Fuck it.The future would take care of itself.I was living in the moment.That meant cuddling with the biker beneath me.Were the words “biker” and “cuddle” even supposed to be in the same sentence together?I had no idea.But this biker cuddled the hell out of me.

And I cuddled the hell out of him.

Chapter Seven

Hawk

I held Carrie against me as she slept, keeping her tucked securely against my chest.Her breathing had evened out quickly after our lovemaking, and now she slept deeply, occasionally making little sounds that tugged at something primal inside me.My woman.Mine to protect.Mine to cherish.

The thought should have terrified me.I’d never been the settling down type, not even before prison.But something about Carrie felt inevitable.Like I’d been moving toward her my whole life.I still had to tell her about my prison stint.I admit to being slightly nervous when I’d always given a big ole “fuck you” to anyone who’d looked down at me for my past.

My cell phone vibrated on the nightstand.I reached for it carefully, trying not to disturb Carrie.

Knuckles:We got company at the gate.Your woman’s brother is here.

I glanced at the clock.We’d been asleep less than an hour.Shit.

Me:Need 10.She’s sleeping.

Knuckles:Take 15.But no more.Dude’s making me nervous standing out there.

Me:Pussy

Knuckles:Asshole

I set the phone down with a grin and gazed at Carrie’s sleeping form.She looked peaceful, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to be since I’d found her.I’d be a Goddamned liar if that thought didn’t make me feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.This woman trusted me.Me.I was determined to prove myself worthy of her faith.No matter who I had to kill.

Carrie stirred against me, her eyes fluttering open.For a moment, she looked disoriented, then recognition dawned.She smiled sleepily.“Hi.”

“Hi yourself, Killer.”I brushed her hair back from her face.“Your brother’s here.”

That woke her up.She sat bolt upright, her eyes wide.“Vic?He’s here now?”

“At the gate.We need to get dressed.”I watched her carefully, trying to gauge her feelings, but she’d closed herself off.At least, partially.I thought I saw a hint of anxiety in the tight line of her mouth.She couldn’t lie worth a damn, but there were times when she was very adept at guarding her expressions.“Honey, if you don’t want to do this, I’ll take care of him.”

“No.”She sat up and smiled over her shoulder at me.I couldn’t resist brushing my fingertips up and down the line of her back just to feel her tremble, and watch the chill bumps pebble her skin.The woman was the most responsive lover I’d ever had.“I’ll talk to Vic.”She hesitated a second, looking like she was debating with herself whether or not to say something else.“I admit, I’m more than a little nervous.I don’t believe Vic would harm me unless he thought I was a threat to the rest of the family, but I also don’t know what my father told him or what he believes.”

“You mentioned you were the youngest of your siblings.How old are you, Killer?”

“Twenty-three.Older than I should be to be a virgin.”Her smile was soft and full of amusement.“Thank you, Hawk.”

I shook my head, frowning.“For what, honey?”

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