Page 17 of Riding Free

“I’m not fucking around, babe. This is the future. You don’t like this place, you find another house, and I’ll buy it. I’m not poor.”

She opens her mouth, but I shake my head. “I’m fucking serious, babe.”

She inhales a deep breath, then lets it out slowly before she speaks. I don’t think I’ll like what she has to say. I honestly don’t want to fucking hear it. She’s mine. Thea is mine. That’s just how it fucking is.

“We don’t know one another.”

“We knew one another well enough to make that little baby in your arms,” I state.

Her eyes widen, her lips part, and she sucks in a deep breath. “I can’t believe you just said that to me,” she hisses.

“Believe it, babe. It’s the goddamn truth.”

I watch as she narrows her eyes, but I can’t do anything except smile. She’s fucking perfect. I did good by making her my baby mama and my woman. Because that’s exactly who and what she is. I’m claiming her, and there’s nothing anyone can say or do to stop me.

“Doesn’t matter how well we know one another, Keely. We’re tethered to one another, and there is no fucking way I’m letting you walk away from me again.”

She sucks in a breath, her eyes searching mine, then shifting down to Thea before they come back to meet mine again.

“I don’t know what to say here, but I don’t think we should jump the gun. A new relationship and a baby, too. It’s not a picnic over here all the time, Brock.”

I love that she’s trying to warn me. It’s cute as fuck, but she’s not warning me away from her. I haven’t forgotten what she tastes like or what she feels like when I’m inside her. It might have been a year, but I haven’t spent a day when I didn’t think about her and think about how she was the one who got away.

Never again.

I’ll lock her ass up in my room at the clubhouse, chain her to the fucking bed before I let her get away again. I know what I got when I found Keely. No way in fuck am I going to just lose her.

She’s not walking away. I won’t let her. And I sure as fuck won’t let her take Thea from me, either. I might not love her, and I don’t know what the future holds, but I know I’m Thea’s father and I want Thea’s mother like my next fucking breath.

“Babe, I got this.”

“Floors and fixtures?” she asks.

“Whatever you want, babe.”

She arches her brow, then smirks. “Whatever I want?” she asks in a purr.

Fuck.

Hell fucking yes, whatever she wants.

Anywhere she wants.

Any time she wants.

I’m a goddamn pussy for her already. I want to make her happy. Want to make her smile. Want to feel every fucking square inch of her—inside and out.

CHAPTER

THIRTEEN

KEELY

I don’t think Brock has shit. Even though I really want him to. I shiver imagining him having me—handling me. Giving me everything I want. I want that. I would be a liar if I said I didn’t.

Any woman would be a liar if she said she didn’t want a man who wants to give her everything she wants. A shiver of desire dances up my spine as I think about that. I want him to give me all of that—everything.

I would be stupid not to want the dream he’s offering me, for Thea, if not for myself. But I’m just selfish enough that I want it for myself.