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Blushing with embarrassment since I knew Mack, R.J., Bryce, and my sister could hear every word, I scanned his body without a hint of attraction. “I didn’t think it was that memorable.”
Someone coughed behind me. R.J. maybe.
Owen’s expression faltered. He was quick to put an indifferent mask in place, but I caught his reaction before he could hide it. “Never promised you more than a few orgasms, baby. If you got ideas about more, that’s all in your pretty head.”
My back stiffened. Sure, he wasn’t wrong, but by the end of the night, I did believe we were more than a simple hookup. I never could have known that he’d knocked me up. It would take weeks before my body began to give signals of my pregnancy.
“No. Why would I care when—”
“Oh my god,” Cara gasped. “That’s Sophie’s—”
I slapped a hand over my sister’s mouth, giving her a hard stare. “Owen, uh Breaker, meant nothing to me then and he doesn’t now.”
Cara’s eyes widened as she realized what she’d almost said out loud. “Shit,” she cursed. Her expressed instantly changed, eyeing Breaker with loathing. “You’re a piece of shit for what you did to my sister.” She lifted her hand and flipped him off. “I hope you rot in prison.”
Breaker’s expression proved he didn’t give a shit about Cara’s opinion. “I should have fucked you both. Would have been twice the fun, yeah?”
R.J. slid an arm around Cara’s waist and pulled her back, gently resting his hand over her lower belly. She shouldn’t be allowing Breaker to mess with her. It wasn’t good for her or the baby she carried. R.J.’s protective nature kicked in and he snarled. “Watch your mouth, Breaker. I don’t have a problem finding a way to rip out your tongue.”
Breaker dropped his hand, lowering his leg as he slid from his mattress. His arms opened, stretching outward as he stood. “Bring it, if you got the balls to try.”
“We don’t need to prove shit to you or your pussy-ass club,” Mack replied calmly. “Charlotte belongs to me. She’s mine.” To punctuate his point, Mack spun me around. I met the chiseled, hard planes of his chest with my palms only a second before his lips crashed down on mine.
I never saw that kiss coming, and yet, it felt like I’d been craving the press of his lips on mine for ages. The warmth of his tongue delved into my mouth as my lips naturally parted. My body relaxed, the tension I felt since the moment I saw Owen evaporating instantly. I’d already surrendered before I knew Mack was taking charge. He deepened the kiss, one hand wrapping around my nape to hold me in place for his sensual assault. The other slid down my back to cup my ass, gripping tight as my hips pushed into his groin.
Shocked, I felt the proof of his desire. His cock thickened, growing hard as our kiss continued. Never would I have imagined that Mack Ravage, the most notorious biker in Providence would ever want to kiss me.
I heard a noise that sounded like a growl, stunned into silence as Mack pulled away, holding me against him as he faced Breaker. I caught the hard edge of his chin above my head as he tightened his grip.
“That was a mistake, Mack,” Breaker announced, his features twisted with rage.
“You sayin’ you got a claim on my ol’ lady?” Mack asked.
Blinking, I didn’t know hot to process what the hell Mack was thinking. We’d barely interacted in the last two months. I only met him when Cara started dating R.J. We saw each other often enough but I hadn’t spoken to the intimidating, rough president of the Riders more than a handful of times.
Breaker approached the bars, gripping the metal with heavily inked fingers. “You can’t claim what isn’t yours to take, Mack the knife. She became mine nine years ago and that shit hasn’t changed.”
Shocked by the possessive tone of his deep, scratchy voice, I didn’t say a word.
Mack laughed but there wasn’t any humor in it. “We’ll see about that, Breaker.”
Breaker just shrugged, enjoying the fact that he had us all riled up. That determined, hostile glint in his dark eyes proved it.
“Fuck you! You don’t have any claim on my sister,” Cara contradicted, adding her opinion.
R.J. tugged her closer, angling his body in front of hers. “Darlin’.” His tone held a warning and she sighed.
“It’s okay, Cara.” I lifted my chin, staring at Breaker. “One night doesn’t give you any rights.”
“You sure about that, baby?”
“Positive.”
“I don’t think my daughter would agree.”
Cara gasped. Mack stiffened by my side before I slid from his grasp.
“Sophie isn’t yours,” I lied.
