Page 17 of Diary of a Biker Queen

I switched to the other breast, covering her with my mouth, playing with the already wet nipple between two fingers. I squeezed and kneaded her, working her up into two stiff, pointed tips. Her breaths grew raspy, and her fingers tightened in my hair.

“Dax.”

She tugged upward, forcing me to lift my head.

I didn’t want to. Didn’t want to look her in the eye and hear what she had to say. But she wasn’t going to let this go any further until I did.

Her eyes were glassy with tears. “I slept with Luca.”

I swallowed thickly. “I know.”

She didn’t ask me how I knew. Maybe it was obvious, even to her, that anyone with eyes could see the simmering attraction and tension that existed between her and the Mafia prince of Providence.

“I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head. “You don’t need to be. You did what you had to do.”

I kissed her mouth, and she let me.

But it was me who stopped the kiss and breathed out a long, low breath. “You still want him.”

“I don’t want to,” she whispered back, her eyes filling with tears again. “It’s you I love. But I don’t want to be with you while I’m lying to either of us. I didn’t only sleep with Luca to make him think the baby was his.”

“You did it because you wanted to.”

She nodded.

My stomach twisted, the jealousy there real, and yet the thought of not giving Nyah exactly what she wanted was impossible. The worry and the fear of rejection in her expression now tortured me.

My gut knew what my heart wanted. “I’m never going to be a man who makes demands of you, Nyah. I’m not Carlos. I’m not your father. I’m never going to force you into something you don’t want.”

She ran her lips over mine. “I know I want you.”

I could see the truth of that in her eyes. She meant it with every beat of her heart.

And I realized within mine, that was all I needed. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised her. “If I have to share you with him, then I will. You’ve had a lifetime of men choosing your life for you. I won’t be another.”

I meant every word.

She wrapped her arms around my neck again, and this time when she kissed me, it felt like it had before. When it was just me and her and the outside world didn’t exist. I groaned against her mouth, pulling her tighter, running my palms up and down her naked back.

My tongue delved inside her mouth, hot and hungry and demanding, and she opened for me with the sweetest of whimpers.

I swiveled to lay her out on the bed, her back hitting the soft mattress. I fisted the back of my shirt with one hand and yanked it over my head before dropping down on top of her, her tits against my chest.

I kissed her again, losing myself in the feel of her smaller body beneath mine, kissing her until my head spun.

I came up for air, and it was only then I remembered she was pregnant. “Shit, is this okay? Me being on you—”

She pulled me down on top of her again, wrapping her legs around me and drawing me close. “If you stop, I’ll be so mad.”

“But the baby…”

“Is just fine. You aren’t hurting us. I promise.”

“I just—”

She reversed our positions, pushing me over onto the mattress, so she was on top. “Better?”