Read Online Books/Novels:
Hyde’s Absolution (Sydney Storm MC #4)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:
Possessive biker alert
Monroe Lee is a handful.
Where I’m jagged, she’s smooth.
I am not a good man.
But fuck, we are fire together.
At a time when everything is falling down around me, she might just be my saviour.
This story contains all the panty-melting sexiness and alpha goodness that Nina Levine books are known for.
|Books in Series:|
|Books by Author:|
Twenty Years Old
Do babies ever stop crying? That was the only thought running through my head while I watched my wife struggle with our one-and-a-half-week-old daughter three days after we brought her home. Charlotte hadn’t stopped crying in those three days, and I was certain Tenille was about to have a mental breakdown. I’d watched her steadily withdraw since giving birth, and between the never-ending crying and the fussy feeding, the vacant look I dreaded seeing in Tenille’s eyes had returned. The look that she’d had back in school when we’d first started dating. The look I’d worked hard to erase.
Reaching for Charlotte, I said, “Here, let me take her. You go lie down.”
She stared at me for a long moment before doing as I said. “I’ll just have an hour or so.”
I shook my head while ignoring the cries coming from my child. “You need longer. You’re fucking exhausted.”
The frown that crossed her face highlighted that exhaustion. “She needs to be fed soon, Aiden.”
Fucking breastfeeding. It was the thing coming between us more than Tenille’s tiredness. Charlotte didn’t want a bar of it, but after a nurse had lectured Tenille at two fucking a.m. one morning in the hospital about the importance of breast milk, my wife had been adamant that our child would be breastfed.
I took a deep breath to calm myself. We’d had a few arguments over this, and I didn’t want another one. I just wanted Tenille to get some sleep. “There’s enough milk in the fridge for one feed. I can give that to her, so all you need to focus on is lying your ass down on that bed, closing your eyes, and not waking up for hours.”
Charlotte stopped crying at the same time that Tenille’s eyes widened. “I haven’t heard that bossy tone from you in a few weeks,” she said quietly, a slow smile touching her lips. Dropping her gaze to the baby, she murmured, “I think Charlie likes it, too.”
I held Charlotte close to my chest with one arm and wrapped my spare one around Tenille’s waist, settling my hand on her ass. “Charlie, huh?”
Her smile grew, and my dick twitched. Nearly four weeks of not being inside her was far too fucking long. “Yeah, Charlie. It was on your list of possible boy names. I think it makes a great nickname for her.”
Glancing down at my daughter, I took in the way her eyes fluttered closed as her chest rose and fell before she finally drifted off to sleep. Looking back up at Tenille, I said, “It seems she likes that, too.”
Tenille shook her head. “No, I think what she really likes is being in her daddy’s arms, which I totally get. It’s the best place in the world to be.”
“Jesus, woman, you need sleep, and here you are turning me on so fucking much that I want to keep you awake all night.”
“Uh-uh, no sex for six weeks. Doctor’s orders.”
I raised my brows. “You think I give a fuck what the doctor says? And besides, I don’t need my dick inside you to keep you awake all night.”
She was silent for a few moments, just watching me intently before cradling Charlotte’s head and bending to place a kiss on her forehead. “Are you sure you’ll be okay with her while I sleep?” The smile on her face and in her eyes disappeared.
I frowned. One minute we were in the moment together, the next she’d fucking exited without stopping to take a breath. I moved my hand to her waist and pulled her closer to me. “What the fuck just happened there?”
Blinking, she shifted her gaze to the floor. “Nothing. I’m just really tired and want to go to bed, but I want to make sure you—”
“No,” I cut her off, “something happened in your head, Tenille, and I want to know what it was.”
She kept her eyes down for far too long before meeting mine again. “Can we please just leave it for now?” Her question came out more like a plea.
“No. Tell me.” If there was one thing I’d learnt in the four years we’d been together, it was that when she retreated like that, it was always something that needed to be talked about. Tenille was the queen of avoidance. Her shitty family had taught her that. But it did her no favours.
“God, you’re a pushy bastard sometimes,” she muttered as she attempted to move out of my embrace.
I tightened my hold on her. “Yeah, welcome to the rest of your life, but you already knew that about me.”
“Fine,” she started before snapping her mouth shut as if she had changed her mind. But she knew from experience that there was no way I was dropping this, so she finally blurted out, “Sex with me isn’t going to be the same. I just need you to know that.”