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“Well, come on. Let’s order some pizza and continue our heart to heart. Without yelling,” I told him as I took his hands and rose to my feet.

“Do we still get to end our heart to heart the same way we did before?” Bradley asked as he lifted his eyebrow at me in a suggestive manner.

I smirked, feeling heat stir in the bottom of my stomach. Honestly, that didn’t sound like a bad idea at all. That was one way to break the tension, and I wished that we had done this months ago when the tension first started. Better late than never, though.

“As long as you don’t hold back,” I replied as he pulled me close, my hands running up his strong chest.

Bradley caressed my hips, finally relaxing and letting me slip past his defenses.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Chapter15

Chris

Asatisfied exhale broke from me as I pulled my full-face helmet off my head, slightly ruffling my dark brown hair in the back.

I looked over at my brothers as they climbed off their bikes after our late afternoon ride. There was nothing like taking a joyride with the sun at our backs, letting the wind hit us as we went faster and faster.

Life could be such a thrill.

“Nice route choice,” Claude told me as he tossed his arm around my shoulders, giving me a light shake.

“There’s just something about back roads,” Cameron chuckled as we all piled into a quiet clubhouse.

I grinned as I followed them. I would’ve been lying if I said any sort of praise or approval from any of the guys in the club, including my own brothers, didn’t raise my spirits.

Technically, I was the youngest triplet, so I looked up to my brothers. I looked up to the guys who had become my family as well and stepped into a paternal role for me.

Because I burned the bridge between me and my abusive dad the day I nearly beat him to death.

I brushed my fingers through my hair, smoothing down the strands as all of us headed to Aisling’s room to go check on her.

Talk about complicated family dynamics.

I always feared that my brothers would hate me for hurting our father, despite him constantly yelling at us or throwing things at us, but they didn’t disown me as their brother.

Not when they saw our dad bloodied on the floor. When I was hauled off to prison for assault. When I was released and asked to be a part of the motorcycle club they were in.

They never turned their back on me, and I was glad that I got to live this crazy but exciting life with my brothers and my new family. Now, we had a whole other adventure in the form of a baby on the way and an incredible woman who was also the mother.

I didn’t just see her as the heir’s mother, though.

She was Aisling. The same woman who made all of us smile with her witty comments. Who took chances and tried new things. Who made my heart nearly beat out of my chest with just one look.

Speaking of which, just seeing her seated on her bed with a romance book in her lap made my chest tighten. She looked so beautiful with her hair fixed in a loose braid, and her growing baby bump was even easier to see through the ribbed, black tank top that she wore.

“Let me guess. You’re reading about some rich guy drooling over his mouthy assistant,” Claude said as he sat on the edge of her bed.

Aisling cracked a smile, gently swatting at his arm with her book.

“No, it’s actually about a guy in a biker gang,” she replied with a sly look on her face. “Sound familiar?”

Cameron laughed as he laid on his side next to her.

“Why read a book about that when you’re living it?” he asked.

Aisling smirked as she marked her page and closed her book.