Page 32 of Wyatt (The Black Roses MC #5)

He holds my hand as I step into the bath and sit down in the center.

Wyatt climbs in behind me, and when he’s situated in the water, he pulls me against his chest before using his foot to turn off the water.

I don’t know why seeing our legs tangled like this is making my chest feel light, but it is.

I relax back into him and rest my head against his shoulder.

“We haven’t talked about what we’re going to tell people yet,” he says, his hand resting on my stomach as though he wants to make sure I don’t bolt out of this tub.

Not that it’s necessary. I doubt I could move right now.

“I’m not sure we should say anything yet. It’s early and…”

“It’s really not though, is it?” he asks.

His question mirrors the thoughts I had before he came back tonight.

“I guess not,” I say in a breathy chuckle. “Our friends never met the guy I dated. I mean, Lucy and Charlie weren’t even around then, and when he would come into the bar, none of you were there.”

“Well, I’ve never really dated anyone, so they’ve never seen me in a relationship either.”

He doesn’t have to elaborate. Wyatt has never struck me as a person who’s made commitments to a woman—or anyone other than his brothers, for that matter.

And if I’m honest with myself, that scares me a little.

Does he really understand what he’s getting himself into?

Answering to another person? Taking someone else’s feelings into consideration?

“I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears, baby. What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks, burying his face in my hair.

“You’ve never done this,” I blurt. “Been in a committed relationship.”

“Not since my first and only girlfriend in high school, no.”

“Why did it end?”

The chuckle that rumbles through his chest vibrates into my back. “Um, because we were seventeen. I didn’t much care for being tied down, and she went away to college. It was no big love affair and no big loss.”

It’s not as though I have much experience with relationships either. Colby’s father and I were never together, and the only other guy I’d been with didn’t even live in town.

“Yeah, I’ve never been with someone who, if I lost them, I would be devastated either,” I say.

I remember back to the time that the guy I was seeing on occasion told me that his territory had changed and he wouldn’t be making his way through Shine anymore. I never felt a sense of loss. Mild disappointment was about as deep as my feelings went.

“What about Colby’s father?” Wyatt asks.

The mention of Nolan instantly has my muscles tensing, and Wyatt clearly feels the shift. His hands move to my shoulders, and he begins rubbing small circles in my suddenly tight muscles.

“You don’t have to talk about him, Maizie. If it’s too painful.”

It is, but it isn’t. I could so easily come clean about what I found out about Nolan a few weeks ago. Wyatt would understand. Probably. But I’ve spent years keeping quiet about him, never even saying his name out loud in front of anyone.

No one knows the circumstances around the night I conceived Colby.

No one knows that his father is a member of the Bone Breakers.

Shit, I didn’t even know what that meant until last year when Ozzy asked us to keep an eye out and report to him if we saw any of them around town.

Until then, as far as I knew, he was just some biker who lived in Arizona.

There was no reason to suspect the clubs were somehow involved or that they didn’t get along.

And once I found that out, I was determined more than ever to keep my secret.

I couldn’t jeopardize my job or Colby’s safety.

When I open my mouth to speak, I give him as much of the truth as I’m willing to divulge.

At least right now. “It was a one-night stand. I was out with friends at a bar celebrating my birthday, and I met a guy. We partied and he took me back to his motel. I hardly even remember the night; I was so drunk. Then, he left the next morning, and that was that. Found out I was pregnant a few weeks later and moved back to Shine.”

It’s all true. Not one lie was spoken, only a few details left out.

But it’s more than I’ve ever told anyone else.

When my parents asked, I clammed up, refusing to disclose even that much.

My grandmother simply asked if I wanted to talk about it, and when I shook my head no, she never brought it up again.

“You’re the only person who knows that he was conceived from a one-night stand.

I’ve never told anyone else,” I say in a quiet voice.

“I don’t know. I was raised in an extremely religious household, and I guess I carried around some shame from that for a while.

Not that I was ashamed to have a baby, but the way it came about. ”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, baby. So it wasn’t exactly like you probably imagined having your first kid, so what?

That boy is fucking awesome, and nothing can ever take away from that.

You did that. You cared for and have made that boy’s life what it is.

Trust me when I tell you, not every parent is as committed to raising a kick-ass kid like you are. ”

A breathy laugh escapes my throat. “He is pretty cool, huh?”

“The coolest. And his mom is pretty spectacular, too.”

“Oh yeah?”

Wyatt chuckles. “Well, I happen to think so, and since no one else is around, mine is the only opinion that matters. Actually,” he starts, and I turn to see him lift a brow. “Even if anyone else was around, my opinion on the subject would still be the only one that mattered.”

“You’re awfully full of yourself.”

“I’d rather you be full of me.”

I let out a groan laced with a chuckle. “You need to work on your jokes.”

Wyatt’s fingers go to the side of my ribs, and he starts tickling me. I thrash in the tub, water splashing over the side. “Stop,” I wheeze out, trying to contain my laughter. “We’re going to wake up Colby.”

He slides his hands around my waist and pulls me tighter to him, growling into the side of my neck.

“You think I’m hysterical, don’t deny it. You love my jokes. Admit it or we’re not getting out of this tub.”

“I like this tub.”

“Admit it or I’m not going to take you to your bed and make you come two more times before I leave,” he says, nipping at my bare shoulder.

“I have a vibrator that will do the trick in a pinch.”

He growls again. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that and all my ideas for using it on you.

How I’m going to hold it over your clit while I have my tongue in your pussy.

Or how I want to fuck you with the toy as I slide my cock between your tits and come over this pretty throat.

” He accentuates his point by biting down on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

Instead of laughing, a moan escapes, and I feel his cock growing hard behind me. My body is on fire, and it isn’t from the temperature of the water.

“You like that, don’t you? Hearing all the things I want to do to you?

I could go on, tell you how hard I would come just from watching you get yourself off.

How I’d watch you take yourself to the brink, then just before you fall over, I’ll sink inside you so you come around me and not some toy.

How I’d keep going, taking you over again and again. ”

I’m squirming in his hold as he slides his hand over my pussy and slips a finger inside of me.

“Yeah, I’d say you definitely like that idea,” he says, pumping one finger in and out of me tortuously slow.

“Please don’t make me beg,” I moan.

“But you do it so well.”

“Fuuuck,” I breathe out. “You’re killing me.”

“No, baby. I’m bringing you back to life,” he whispers, and I whimper.

In an instant, he pulls his finger from me and stands, stepping out of the bath and holding out his hand. I slide my palm in his, and he helps me from the tub before leading me to the bedroom.

We spend the next couple of hours acting out Wyatt’s fantasies. We even come up with a couple new ones. And when he leaves me sleepy and sated, he kisses the hell out of me, promising to come back tomorrow night and do it all over again.