Page 171 of Dirty Salvation

"You're smilin' again, baby." the grin in his voice.

"I'm happy."

"Glad. Really fuckin' glad."

"Are you happy, my bad biker man?"

He pressed her into the wall swiftly. Pressed in and smiled that wickedness she knew he was capable of. The smile that promised a lot of dirty. "You gonna make me talk about feelings?"

"Only if you don't answer."

"Got you and my club, baby. I'm happy."

It reflected in his eyes. The admission further warmed her insides and she gave his hand a little squeeze.

"Hey, Icy-girl?"

"Yeah, Ambrosio?"

He held the door open for her, the noise of the MC greeting them. As she figured, she could see three dirty rats sat at the bar hunched over the girlie shaped long cocktail glasses they supposedly hated, she chuckled and almost didn't hear Rider ask in that rough timber she loved so much.

"How you feel about havin' kids with me someday? We’ll take a whole brood home to Boston for your folks to spoil like brats, that should appease ‘em."

Zara blinked. Completely stalled in her step. Had he said...?he had. He was grinning like it was no big deal at all. Like one of those crazy clown people.

This was big. Huge.Colossal. It waslifeand someday it would be them.

Kids. He wanted kids with her.Wow.

Oh, Rider.Her bad biker man never ceased to amaze her every single day.

And maybe when she'd recovered from that shock and could breathe again she'd give the answer he so obviously wanted.

Little badass biker babies with his beautiful eyes and enormous heart. Sounded right to her.

"Come on. Let's get you drunk on those girlie fuckin' drinks so I can take advantage of you," he ushered her inside, his light whiskey tone did things to Zara to make her feel good, his hand slid to her butt, blue eyes twinkling like he knew he was always going to take the feet out from under her.

Such a bad man.

Her bad man and she wouldn't have Rider any other way.

Her girl Cinderella only wanted a pair of new shoes and ended up a princess.

Forget the white knight.

She had a badass biker man.

Her salvation came without a glass slipper.

So much better. Because he wasdirtythrough and through.

THE END.