Page 30 of Eight Bikers' Heir

Warmth bloomed throughout my body as I looked over my shoulder at him, nodding with a small smile on my face.

“Whatever Chris is doing is already smelling good,” I replied, hearing something sizzle in the pan. He was the best cook of us all and often retreated to the kitchen after long days to decompress, whipping up some new recipe for us to try. Well, mostly me since I felt like I was starving all the time.

“It’s all in the technique,” Chris told me as he flashed me a grin. He was perfectly in his element.

I laughed a little and stepped to the side so that Claude could bring Chris the onion that I’d chopped up. Onion joined the minced garlic in the pan, and the aroma started to smell that much better.

While Chris waited for the garlic and onion to be done, he held his hand out to me, not even having to say anything for me to take his hand.

Chris pulled me to his side between him and Claude. His arm went around my shoulders, while Claude’s went around my side. It was such a simple hold, but it felt so intensely intimate too.

No one outright said anything about being together or having anything outside of a business relationship.

Maybe it was the fact that we were forced to be close or that I was carrying their baby. Maybe that was why they took care of me like this. Fawned over me.

It was a dynamic that I could never begin to explain, but it was starting to really twist up my feelings.

I wanted all of them, but that was most likely unrealistic.

They wanted to raise the baby, not be with me. Besides, how could eight guys be fine sharing one woman? There had to be some jealousy mixed up in there, even if they all claimed that they didn’t feel such a thing.

“Feeling okay today?” Chris asked as he used his free hand to nudge the onion and garlic around in the pan.

I nodded.

“Famished,” I replied.

Claude chuckled, giving my side a gentle squeeze that electrified me.

“We’ll fix that soon,” he promised before stealing me away from his brother. “Help me with the potatoes. He can handle the chicken himself.”

Chris smirked, but he didn’t argue.

I helped cut up potatoes and tossed them in a bowl for Claude to season before putting them in the oven to roast. It wasn’t long before I heard noise coming from outside of the kitchen in the main area.

Since we started doing ‘family dinners’, they put in a long dining table next to the bar so that we could all sit together instead of being spread out.

“If you want to set the table and say hey to the others, go ahead,” Claude told me, pecking my cheek before starting to clean up.

My cheek tingled as I took a moment to watch Claude and Chris, something warm and heavy stirring in my chest. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted a family life like this until I was surprisingly dropped in it. I was so used to being by myself, reading about lives that I wanted to live. Now, I was in one of those stories, but it would come to an end.

Stories always came to end. I had read like a hundred romance books, and every single one of them had an ending. But there was one important rule when it came to romance books: they had to have a happily ever after. But was I in a romance story, or a tragedy waiting to happen?

Hiding my frown, I headed into the main room where the guys were pouring in from ‘work’ as we all called it.

A smile eventually broke through as they all made their way over to me like they typically did whenever they got back from a long day. They tried to leave at least one person around the clubhouse to watch over me, which had been Claude and Chris today.

Kai reached me first, hooking his arm around me and pulling me closer to leave a brief kiss on my forehead in greeting. He had started showing a tender side to me lately, and it helped that we were all getting to know each other better.

“Feeling okay?” he asked.

I leaned to the side to look at everyone.

“I know all of you will have the same question, so I’ll go ahead and let you know now that I’m doing just fine. Just get your asses to the dining table because I’m starving,” I told them, sparking some laughter before they went over to the dining table.

Bradley was at the back of the pack, his eyes meeting mine in that usual intense gaze. It was like he was studying me, trying to pry his way into my brain. What was he trying to find? He passed by me and took a seat next to Hayden.

“Did everything go okay?” I asked Kai.