The Biker's Fate Chapter 268

Maisie

WHAT THE HELL is wrong with me? I'd known Hatch for less than a month; of course, he wasn't going to fly all the way to England with me! Granted, we'd be going on several months by the time we'd be heading there, but still, it was a lot to expect from someone.

God, I'm such an idiot.

Feeling totally embarrassed and dejected, I climbed into bed and turned off the light. Poppy had helped me take a shower and wash my hair earlier, which had been easier than expected. She'd even gone so far as to blow dry and braid it for me which was probably why I had the false sense of confidence to call up my boyfriend—or whatever the hell he was—and ask him to come home with me. Idiot.

I probably shouldn't have hung up on him, but then again, he didn't try to call me back. Feeling remorseful and wondering if I could still salvage the situation, I'd tried to ring him one more time but no luck. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to overanalyze, waffling between ringing him back again and digging myself a hole so I could avoid him until I felt like less of an idiot. It was past eleven and I knew he was with his family, and since I'd already interrupted him… Gah! This was driving me nuts. I hoped he wasn't mad at me. He'd done so much for me and the thought of doing anything that might offend him, gutted me.

The door to my bedroom opened and I craned my head and whispered, "Poppy, you okay, love?"

"It's not Poppy," Hatch whispered back, and closed the door.

I heard the lock click and then he stretched out beside me and gently pulled me into his arms. I sighed as he covered my mouth with his and kissed me until I was sure I might melt.

"I'm sorry I hung up on you," I whispered against his lips. "And I'm sorry I asked you to come home with me. It's too soon—"

His mouth covered mine again and he stroked my cheek. "I'd love to come home with you, Sunshine."

"You would?"

"Yeah. And if you call yourself dumb or stupid one more time, I'm gonna get a little pissed off." His hand slid over my cami, around my back, and down, cupping my bottom.

I scooted closer to him. "You didn't need to come all the way over here, love. You could have called to growl at me."

His hand dipped under the waistline of my knickers. "Not as much fun, though."

"My brother and daughter aren't far away," I warned.

"Then we're gonna have to be really, really quiet," he whispered.

I bit my lip and nodded, gasping as his fingers slid between my legs.

"Really quiet, Sunshine," he whispered close to my ear. "Can you do that?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

He grinned and pushed himself off the bed, turning on the side lamp.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, reaching to turn it off again.

"No. I want to see you, Maisie." He flicked the light back on, then reached behind him and pulled off his T-shirt and I swallowed at the sight of his bare chest. Good lord it was delicious. He was muscular with very little hair and his pecs were covered in tattoos. As were his upper arms. I couldn't wait to play trace the lines with my tongue.

"Roll on your back, baby," he directed.

I did as he instructed, and he cradled my bad arm on a pillow. "You feel pain, you tell me to stop, yeah? I'm gonna go as easy as I can."

I nodded and he slid my undies down over my hips, grinning as he threw them in the corner. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt heat flood my face. God, I couldn't believe we were doing this with the lights on. Niall and I never did it this way.

"Eyes, Maisie," he ordered.

I looked at him, but my hand flew to the stretchmarks on my belly. He quickly moved my hand away with a shake of his head and I swallowed convulsively. He leaned over me and kissed one stretchmark, then another, then another, running his tongue down my belly and to my very private area.

His arms wrapped around my upper thighs and pushed them apart, then he leaned down and covered my core with his mouth. I arched into him as my body came apart. His tongue swirled around my clit and then he sucked gently, and I bit my fist to keep from crying out. I lost his mouth and stared down my body to see him removing his jeans. I shivered as he knelt between my legs, slid on a condom, and then hovered over me with a grin. "You okay?"

I nodded because I couldn't speak.

"You in pain?"

I shook my head.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" he demanded.

"Because I just had the most incredible orgasm of my life. I need a minute to process," I hissed.

"Of your life?" Hatch grinned. "Really?"

"Oh, stop it," I sassed. "Wait. No, don't stop. Keep going. More of that. Whatever that was."

He chuckled quietly, sliding my cami up over my breasts and drawing a nipple into his mouth, sucking it into a tight pebble. "Your body's fuckin' beautiful, Sunshine."

"Yours is too." I reached up and slid my hand along his jaw. "I can't believe you're here."

"You're mine, Maisie. You get that right? After tonight, no one else's. Forever mine."

I blinked back tears. "I'm super okay with that, Connor."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I like you here. In my space, in my life. In Poppy's life. I want to take you home to meet my family and show them that I'm finally okay." I stroked his cheek. "I never thought I'd ever feel peace again. Never thought I'd feel joy. It was my new normal to just exist and live within that existence. You walk into a room and my stomach flutters and I'm so excited to see you even if you just came from the kitchen." I smiled, running my thumb along his lips. "I think about you when you're dropping Poppy off at school and can't wait to see you when you go to pick her up. I wonder what it would be like to…" I bit off my sentence.

"To what, Sunshine?"

I took a deep breath. "To have your babies."

His breath hitched.

"Is that stu—?"

He frowned.

"Sorry," I rushed to say. "It just all feels so alien to me, you know? I'm almost thirty-six and before you, I had no interest in more children, but I keep having these dreams of little boys in tiny leather vests running around terrorizing Poppy and it makes me feel excited." I giggled. "God, I'm such a girl."

His mouth crashed down on mine and our conversation was over. His hand slid between us and he guided himself inside me before shifting so I could wrap my legs around him. He cupped my breast and slammed into me and the bed let out a loud squeak. I forced back a giggle as he tried again, and we got the same result.