Page 43 of Eight Bikers' Heir

They made me so happy, and I hadn’t felt such a close family feeling before like this. I didn’t want to lose it now that I had it, and I was struggling with feelings for all of them. I wanted to see how they grew. If they were shared.

So, Bradley and I were going to get along, so help me!

“You and I are going to have a civil conversation, and you’re going to tell me what the hell your problem is,” I bit back as I held his gaze.

“Oh, really? You want to have a heart to heart?” Bradley scoffed at me as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well, come on! Spill it,” I told him, frustration crackling in me.

Bradley shook his head at me.

“You’re a risk. This deal that we have with you puts everyone at risk. The Hornets already want to destroy us, but having you here is like throwing blood in the water near hungry sharks,” he said.

His words made my chest ache, my jaw tightening. Over and over again, the guys assured me that they were fine, and they weren’t upset that I accidentally revealed that I was pregnant to one of the Hornets.

Maybe they were lying to my face, and Bradley was the only one who was being brutally honest with me.

“I never meant to make things worse for you guys. Ever,” I assured him. “I was just trying to help and make sure the father was able to be in the baby’s life. I never thought things would unfold like this.”

Bradley released a slow exhale as he glanced away from me.

“We need an heir, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Out of the blue. Like a damn business plan,” he muttered as he shook his head.

“What did you even expect?” I asked, feeling genuinely curious. It wasn’t like I knew the ins and outs of how this stuff worked.

Bradley shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know. It was just supposed to be different,” he said. “But I respect Kai. I respect his decision.”

“But you don’t like me. You can’t stand seeing me around here,” I told him as I stepped closer to him, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. My eyes trailed the tattoos of flames and a dragon that etched up his arms. The tension in his jaw under his clean-shaven face. He was annoyingly handsome and such a pain in my ass.

Bradley narrowed his eyes as he stood his ground.

“You don’t know anything,” he said.

I stopped right in front of him, lifting up on my toes to get closer to his face.

“Then, tell me!” I told him.

“Fine! Despite you being a risk, I can’t get you off my damn mind. As much as I want to ignore you, I can’t!” Bradley snapped. “You’re a thought I can’t get rid of!”

His words rang throughout my head as we stared at each other in tense silence.

He didn’t hate me. He wanted me and hated himself for that. I could share that sentiment because I didn’t want to be drawn to the man who refused to talk to me for months.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said in a firm voice. “What are you going to do about that?”

Bradley looked like he was about to snap again.

“Fuck it,” he gritted out before slamming his lips against mine.

I threw my arms around his neck as my back hit the door, our lips brushing and melding together feverishly. All of the tension and hidden desires finally collided, fire surging through me.

Bradley let his hands roam all over me, caressing my sides, my stomach, and my breasts. He grabbed the straps of my tank top and tore them off my shoulders and down my arms to expose my breasts. He leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, caressing my other breast with his hand.

I gripped the back of his shaved head, my eyes rolling up to the ceiling as hot tingles fluttered over my skin. I wanted him so badly that it ached.

“No teasing. Please,” I begged him, wanting to feel him. Feel it all.