Brute: The Valves MC (27 page)

I had missed this, the weight of him on top of me in the afterglow of a round of intense, sweaty sex. And when he slid half to the side so his weight rested on the bed but half of him was still draped over me, I welcomed the feel of his hot breath in the crook of my neck. He buried his face in my hair, but he didn’t quite settle down. I could feel a tension in his body that was different than he felt when we were in the heat of passion, and I wondered what that was about.

“Mari?” he asked, his voice deep with satisfaction.

“Hmm?” I asked, my eyes hooded as I let the electrical aftershocks flow through my body.

“Why didn’t you tell me? About Dalton?”

I’d expected the question, and I’d imagined it asked in anger or with hurt. But when Dawson asked now, all I heard was awe and curiosity. I smiled lazily to myself. “You told me you didn’t want to worry about us. You said you needed to keep your head down and get out on good behavior. If I’d told you I was pregnant, or that you had a son waiting for you, it would have made you anxious and put you on edge. You might have overreacted and ended up in trouble.” I sighed. “I’m sorry I hid it from you, but it was for the best.”

He lifted his head and gazed into my eyes. “You did the right thing.” Then, his lips twisted into a crooked smile. “I can’t believe I have a son. And that Ginger kept quiet about it.”

I snorted. “I bribed her several times. By the way, we have to go to the zoo sometime this week.”

He laughed. “I’m okay with that. Animals in cages don’t bother me, as long as I’m not in one of them. Ever again.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Dalton. I like the name.”

“I thought you might. I don’t do ‘Junior’ well, but I thought I’d get close.” I turned my head so I neither of us had to strain to see each other. “Are you happy?”

“I’m elated. I can’t believe how good things are.” He sighed. “We’re going to need a bigger house, you know. And we’re going to see if we can hire Georgie as a permanent nanny.”

“I’ve already picked one out, baby. We just need to put these two on the market and put in a bid. You’re going to love it.” I’d been looking for a while but wanted his approval.

He grunted, scowling. “One step at a time. There are a couple of things to take care of first.” I gave him a questioning look. “I think we need a new family SUV, and I need to buy you a ring.”

“A ring?” I asked, not daring to believe what I was hearing.

He nodded. “We can get married any time, but I want everyone to know that you’re my woman. Including you.” He pushed up on his elbow and said, “I love you, Mari, and you are the mother of my children. Both of them. I never want to lose you, and I never want to leave you again.”

My heart filled with love and pride, and I knew that, while the road ahead twisted and turned so I had no idea what was coming, we would take it together, with our children. Our family. I smiled up at Dawson, content and excited to face whatever came our way.

THE END

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I’M NOT A HERO

Cole

My heart belongs to my club and nowhere else. I don’t love, and my only commitment is to my brothers.

Until Nicole.

She was supposed to be just another job—but more importantly, off limits.

… But that was before I pulled her in my bed.

Now, I can’t get her out of my mind.

I want her to scream my name.

I need her begging for more.

She thinks I’m just a thug to keep her in line.

But that won’t stop me from making her MINE.

Nicole

Life on the street has turned me into what I am today: a call girl.

All I wanted was out, but what I got instead was Cole Porter.

Six-foot-four and covered in tats, Cole’s the strong-arm biker meant to keep me in line and keep unruly customers at arm’s length.

My protector and jailer.

I’m not supposed to talk to him.

I’m not supposed to look at him.

I’m not supposed to run my hands along his hard body.

… and I’m definitely not supposed to beg him to make me HIS.

I’M NOT YOUR F***ING PRINCE CHARMING

.

Alex

I live and die for my club, and I bury anyone who gets in my way.

Nothing else matters. Not until Krishna.

Innocent and pure, with eyes begging for a savior.

A good girl trapped with a gang of ex-convicts.

One look and I know what I want, what I NEED:

To corrupt her.

To defile her.

To make her MINE. and make her scream for more.

Krishna

HE’S A DEVIL—A DEMON COVERED IN SCARS, MUSCLE, AND TATTOOS.

A devil that took me, claimed me, and used me for his pleasure until I was screaming his name.

A splash of ink, a tattoo, and now Alex Gordon thinks he owns me.

I should run.

I should get out while I can.

But each time he touches me.

Each time his gravelly voice rumbles in my ear…

“You’re mine.”

…I know he won’t stop.

Not until there’s nothing of the old me left.

Not until he’s made me
HIS

IT’S A HOMECOMING PARTY FOR HIM, AND I’M THE GIFT.

He’s not like any guy I’ve ever met before.

He's someone who carries himself with purpose. Who’s next to impossible to read. Whose dark eyes hiding a lifetime of dark secrets

But when he sets his eyes on me, I know exactly what is on his mind.

And I know there’s no denying him.

No chance of backing out.

~~~

I’VE COME HOME TO HELL.

Four years ago, they took everything that I loved away from me. My love, my life, and my choices. All because I didn’t want to play by their bull**** rules. They gave me an impossible choice: get out of town or stay and face the consequences.

So I did my time away, running with the most dangerous cartel south of the border and dodging death around every corner.

And now I come back to find the club full of outsiders, strangers…

… and a mysterious woman with big f***-me eyes

… a mysterious woman who wants to know all about me.

I’ll give her something to know about.

And when I’m done with her, I’ll remind the rest of these bastards that I’m back.

Back to take what is mine, back to make them pay for what they’ve done to me, and back to make this club right again.

***

THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN

I never thought for a million years I’d be in a town so small that it doesn’t even exist on a map. I never thought for a million years I’d set foot in an outlaw biker club house. I certainly never thought that I’d jump into bed with one of them…

Arrogant, cocky, and wickedly handsome underneath all his tattoos and leather, Vance Coldman is every one of my sinful fantasies come true. The word ‘no’ isn’t a part of his vocabulary, not out here in the desert where violence is law and might is right.

I’ve never gotten a chance to sample his dark forbidden world.

Not until now.

But something tells me that he intends on giving me more than just a glimpse.

… and that he doesn’t plan on holding back.

~~~

Violence is law and might is right in my world. A man will do everything he can to defend his property—be it his bike or his woman. Out here, a man makes his own luck.

That’s the way I’ve lived. Anything else is just slavery with a better name.

So when she’s asking for a taste of my world, she’s getting it all.

But what she doesn’t seem to understand is this:

When you step into
my
world, you’re not leaving.

Not now, not later.

NOT EVER

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