Page 16 of Biker

“It does?” She sounds uncertain. “I thought for sure we’d have fun while it lasted and then you’d move on.”

“No,” my voice is firm, “there is no moving on for me.”

“I don’t understand,” she mutters, her eyes wide as she looks at me.

I almost laugh at her expression, but I never want her to think I’m laughingather, so I hold it inside.

“Before the party for Chains,” I start and she nods slowly, “I claimed you at the table. As far as the club and I’m concerned, you’re my old lady.”

She gasps, her mouth falling open and her eyes as wide as saucers. I can see the wheels in her head turning and decide to let her process and not push her. It’s a pretty big bomb; I get it.

“I’m your old lady?” I nod, smiling softly. “You claimed me at the table? In church?”

This time I do chuckle softly because I can’t stop it. She’s taken to club life better than anyone would have expected. She doesn’t push when I tell her something is club business and she’s always there to support and listen when there is something I can share with her.

She even suggested using the library as the recipient for the next charity run. This is after offering to organize it while knowing there aren’t any other old ladies, not really, to help her.

“I did,” I look into her eyes, wanting her to see how serious I am. “Two weeks ago,” I remind her.

“Two weeks ago,” she whispers. Her voice is filled with awe, “This isn’t just a bit of fun for you?”

“Never,” I snarl. I grip her hips harder, needing to hold onto her, fear filling me at the thought of her not feeling the same way about me or I’ll wake up from some long dream and she’ll be gone. Not just gone, but that she never existed in the first place. “You’re mine, Starlet,” I insist.

“I’m yours,” she murmurs before her lips meet mine and I can feel just how much I mean to her.

I take over the kiss, needing to taste her and swallow down her moans. I could kiss her forever, but I force myself to slow it down and pull back.

I press my forehead against hers, a smile tugging at my lips. “I’ve told you what being an old lady means to the club?”

“Yes,” she whispers, a smile slowly growing on her face until it becomes so big and blinding that I almost have to look away from my woman.

“It’s the biggest and most permanent commitment I can make. Some would say it’s even more binding than marriage. We’re a brotherhood, but we know we’d be nothing without the women who have our backs.”

“Wow,” she whispers, her eyes going glassy.

I kiss one eyelid and then the other, happy as fuck that she’s not emotional from sadness. She’s overwhelmed and she feels her emotions deeply. That’s just my woman, it’s who she is.

“I’ll never stray. I’ll never cheat on you. I’m yours just as much as you’re mine,” I vow, feeling the words resonate around us, the universe witnessing something special, something I’ll always tuck against my heart.

“I can’t have kids,” she blurts out before she jerks back, and I almost lose my grip on her. When I look at her, my heart pounding in my chest at the thought of dropping her, her eyes are squeezed shut and a tear slides down her cheek. “I can’t believe I just said that. Fuck.”

“Look at me,” I demand as I cup her face in my hands.

Her eyes are scared as she opens her eyes. There’s fear there but hope still smolders and I latch onto it. “I don’t care,” I insist. I shake my head and remember when we talked about birth control.

She said, “I won’t get pregnant.”

I thought it was a little strange at the time, but it was good enough for me because I trust her. Should I have pushed her then?

“But you’d make such a great dad, Porter,” her words are earnest as her eyes plead with me.

“There are a lot of ways to have a family, McKenzie. I don’t care if you can’t carry my biological child. If you want kids, we can find a solution.”

She kisses me again, this time without any walls between us. I understand why she was holding herself back. She might have told herself it was because she thought I wanted to just have a good time, but it was because of her own fear.

Fear of being accepted. Fear of being tossed to the side. Fear of not being enough.

What McKenzie doesn’t understand is that she’ll always be enough. She’ll always be mine. I’m never letting her go.

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