Page 22 of Aftershock's Fury

I used to ride back in Texas, and while I haven’t gotten a bike here yet, I’ll still be able to wear them when I’m with him. These gifts are proof he wants me to be with him for a long time to get use out of them.

Standing up, I flick them out and proceed to buckle them around my waist before leaning down to zip up the backs to cover my jeans.

“They’ll offer more protection for your legs than the jeans and will also keep you warm.”

“I love them. You didn’t have to.” I jump at him.

He catches me and pulls me against him. His big hands hold my ass where the chaps are open. If we didn’t have an audience, I’d wrap my legs around him. I kiss his lips softly, and he returns the kiss but with way more gusto. His tongue slides between my lips, and I open for him.

“Enough,” my brother barks, and we pull apart, both of us panting for air.

“Holy fuck.” I sigh and watch as Crue’s lips tip up in a smile.

“You can say that again, Starlight.” His deep, gruff voice vibrates through his chest to mine, causing my core to spasm.

“Holy fuck,” I say again with a smile.

He smacks my ass. “Don’t cuss.”

He sets me down, and I stare up at him in shock.

“Did you just spank me and tell me not to cuss? I don’t fucking think so.”

I turn away from him and walk down the hall. I’m not going out with some over-the-top asshole who thinks he can tell me what I can and can’t say.

“Harlowe, get your ass back here,” he says from right behind me.

I stop and swing around, ready to deck him.

“No. I’m not going out with an asshole who won’t let me speak.”

“Sorry, Kodiak,” Crue says before he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

He carries me to my bedroom and kicks the door closed before Fezzik can follow along behind us.

“Put me down. Right now,” I demand as he drops me on the bed. Before I can scurry away, he’s on me and cages my body in.

“Listen up, baby. I love your sassy mouth and can’t wait until you talk dirty to me while I’m fucking your brains out. But you need to watch your mouth so that Oly doesn’t repeat after you.” He reaches between our bodies and cups my sex. “When I get mybare cock into this pussy, I’m going to put my baby in it so that you can never leave me. I don’t want our kiddos to have our dirty mouths.”

I pause at his words, and my eyes flare wide.

Holy fuck. Did he just say that?

“Crue, did you just say you want to knock me up?”

“Yes, I do, Starlight. As soon as I get my ring on your finger and my property patch on your back, you’ll be mine completely.”

I shake my head, unsure I really heard him. He leans down and kisses me. My thoughts scatter as his tongue dominates my mouth and his lips consume me. When he pulls away, I open my eyes and stare up at him over my body.

“Okay.” It’s all I can say. I’ve always wanted a family to replace the one I thought I lost but now have back. He knows exactly what I want.

“In that order, Starlight. I’m going to put my ring on your finger, my property patch on your back, maybe tattoo my name on your ass.” He moves his hand and pulls my hips against his cock. “Then I’m taking you bare so I can put my baby in your belly.”

“Okay.” I think he fried my brain.

He pushes off the bed and holds out a hand to help me up.

We walk out of the room and head right outside to his bike. His black Harley is mostly matte flat black, except for the glossy tank. He has the high handlebars called ape hangers. On the seat, two helmets rest side by side. One is his bucket style, and the other is a sleek, modular one painted with swirling northern lights in green, blue and pink.

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