Biker’s Little Secret by Brook Wilder

The baby was supposed to be our little secret.
The last thing I needed was to be some glorified bodyguard.
A glorified bodyguard to someone who taunts me with every step she takes.
Someone who leaves me aching for release each time she looks at me.
I was supposed to keep my hands off her.
Instead, I left my baby growing inside her.
Her father put me in charge of keeping her safe.
He gave me one rule: keep my hands off her.
But I can see it from the way she looks at me that we both want the same thing.
Her pinned under me.
Her screaming my name.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing.
Nobody was supposed to find out.
Until I knocked her up and all hell broke loose.
Now the secret’s out:
She’s carrying my child, and her father’s out for my blood.
But no way in hell am I giving up what’s mine.