Page 31 of Cruel Biker

She kept standing on his feet, and in the end, he banded an arm around her waist and rested her feet on top of his. This meant they were a lot closer.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving my feet, and perhaps teaching you to not panic and just enjoy. Feel the movement we’re creating.” He moved his feet, and she joined him. He held her even tighter against him.

“Aren’t I heavy?”

She was perfect, but he wasn’t about to say that. “You’re fine.”

“If I’m hurting you—”

“I’d take you off my feet. I don’t have a problem doing any of that, babe, you should know that by now.”

She looked so nervous.

“Relax, have a little faith in me. Have I ever let you down?” he asked.

“No, not at all.”

He looked into her eyes, and they were such a beautiful brown. He knew he’d be so damn happy to keep looking into her eyes for the rest of his life.

“Promise me you won’t,” she said.

“I won’t.”

She smiled and even her damn smile was beautiful.

“You don’t even know what you’re promising me.”

“You don’t want me to let you down. I’m guessing you feel like enough people have let you down already,” he said.

She sighed. “I guess you do know.”

“There’s a lot I do know.”

“If that’s the case, are you going to tell me what it is you like in a woman?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve never found the right woman.”

“Then I think we should just start, and hopefully, we’ll figure something out,” she said, looking to the left and the right.

He wasn’t interested in anyone else.

“What the ever-loving fuck!”

He looked over Morwenna’s shoulder to see Bolt, along with several boys from the clubhouse, had stepped into the bar. Of course, his abrupt interruption had also meant the band had quieted down as well.

Morwenna didn’t move from his feet.

Venom kept a hand banded around her.

“Get the fuck off my wife!” Bolt said.

“Dude, come on, leave it alone,” Diesel said. “You wanted to get a drink. Let’s get a drink.”

“What the hell is your problem?” Morwenna said, stepping off his feet and spinning around to face Bolt.

Venom wanted to reach out and touch her, to offer her a guiding hand, but instead, he stayed perfectly still and looked directly at Bolt. He didn’t give a shit that this was Maverick’s son. He wore a patch, and that made him a club brother, and he’d already gone for him once.