Page 63 of Diary of a Biker Queen

He shut me up with another insistent kiss and then said, “It doesn’t matter what you wear. I’m going to take it off you.”

Attraction pulsed between my thighs, and suddenly, I felt like no time had passed since the night I’d met him. Where we’d been so hot for each other that he’d taken me in the middle of a sex club with hundreds of strangers watching us.

We’d both gotten off on it.

And now he was promising to do it again.

But this would be different. “Luca and Lynx are out there. Other people we know.”

He wrapped his fingers around my throat again and squeezed it lightly. “I don’t care. I want you. I want every other man out there to know you’re mine.”

“They know.” I dragged his hand to my belly. “I think this makes it pretty obvious.”

But his eyes burned hot. “I want you to know too. I want you to remember that even if you were a hundred years pregnant, I would still think you are the most beautiful woman in every room.” He ran his nose up the side of my neck. “You’re it for me, Nyah. There is nobody else. Ever. I don’t need to have sex with you every night to know you’re mine. You were mine even when you said you weren’t.” He groaned, inhaling my scent. “But fuck me, if you feel up for sex every night, even when you’re this pregnant, then hell, I’m your guy.”

I giggled, and his chuckles joined mine.

He kissed my lips softly. “I just didn’t want to pressure you.”

“I’m sorry. I should have said something. I let all this stupid stuff build up in my head and convinced myself everything was different.”

He breathed out slowly, pressing his forehead to mine. “It is different. We aren’t the same people we were six months ago. But that doesn’t mean the way I want you has changed. That’s never going to change, you hear me?”

I smiled up at him through watery eyes, reminded of how good and sweet and decent he was. Of why it was so damn easy to fall in love with him and why I had so hard and fast. “You’re still going to want me when my body is covered in stretchmarks? Because that’s already happening.”

“I really like zebras.”

I laughed out loud and slapped his chest. “Stop. Not funny.”

He laughed too, and rubbed the angry red lines that had cropped up on the lower half of my belly. “They’re fucking sexy, Nyah. Everything about you is. Hell, I came in here ready to take care of you when I thought you had explosive diarrhea.”

I gaped at him. “Explosive? Like, you thought I’d sprayed the bathroom?”

He made a face. “Again. Blame Luca. But I still would have thought you were hot.”

I squinted at him. “I appreciate the pep talk, but I think we’ve taken this too far.”

He nodded, his laughter on his lips. “Agreed. But the point still stands. Stretchmarks, cellulite, weight gain or loss, it’s all irrelevant. Because it’s you.” He grasped my chin and tilted my face up. “All I care about is you, Nyah.”

I kissed him again, believing every word because Dax didn’t lie. He was everything that was good in this world, and I was sure I’d just fallen in love with him all over again.

“Dax,” I whispered between kisses.

“Mmm?” he replied against my mouth.

“I really want to show that entire room how badly I want you right now.”

He grinned and twisted his fingers through mine. “Then let’s go show them.”

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LUCA

Dear Diary,

She jerked me, she sucked him, and I let my hands wander.

“The diarrhea must be so bad. They’ve been gone for ages.”