His other hand curled around her hip and pulled her against him until his bulky belt buckle pressed into her belly.
Heat rushed through her and puddled between her legs. He might have been a cheating asshole, but he’d always been damn good in bed. That was one place he’d never been selfish.
At least with her.
As for the others…
Shit.
“Zeke, this is not a good?—”
His lips smothered her protest and his tongue took advantage of it, sweeping through her mouth.
He tasted of tobacco and pot, and maybe even a hint of whiskey. It was Zeke one-hundred percent. It took her back to a time when she loved him, despite him living up to his road name.
She’d been weak then, but she was much stronger now.
Kyra in her twenties would’ve invited him to her bed. Now in her early thirties, she was about to invite him to leave. Before he pushed her into doing something that there’d be no turning back from.
Because she knew how it worked when a biker claimed a woman. They got possessive and bossy. Their opinion was more important than hers.
Belonging to a biker was fun for a while. Until it wasn’t.
That reality made her jerk her head back to break the contact.
He dropped his forehead to hers, his fingertips digging deeper into her hip. He breathed, “Fuck, babe,” against her lips. “You taste so damn good.”
She channeled her inner strength and shoved his chest with both hands, pushing him away. “You taste like…”You.“Like shit.” She shook her head, hoping it would shake some sense into her. “I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this. You need to leave.”
“That’s the last thing I wanna fuckin’ do.”
Her brain and heart were warring with her sexual desire. She needed reality to win over fantasy.
“I can’t do this,” she repeated again, hoping he’d listen but knowing he wouldn’t.
“Too fuckin’ late,” Zeke growled.
She hated that he might be right. She was slipping and could easily fall right back into his spell. And if she didn’t do anything to stop it, she wasn’t going to escape unscathed.
Like last time.
As much as she loved her son, as much as she wouldn’t want to be without him, raising him as a single mother was difficult.
Being with Zeke could make that part easier because he was right, he was surrounded by a large support system. One that would embrace Ledger.
He would be taken in like a newborn elephant calf. The rest of the DAMC herd would surround Ledger and do whatever they needed to do to protect him.
But it would also make the rest of her life more difficult.
So, yes, Ledger could be that calf, but Kyra was not rejoining that herd.
“It’s late. You need to go.”
“Babe…”
She shook her head. “No, Zeke, you don’t get to call me that anymore. I’m not your babe. I’m your son’s mother. That’s it. Please respect that.”
His mouth worked like he was about to argue with her, but when he didn’t, she got suspicious. He was not a man to give up so easily.
