Protective Biker (Whiskey Run Guardians MC #1) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Run Guardians MC Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
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Her tears start to fall again. "Did you save him? Did you save the little boy?"

I nod. "Yes, and it was when we were leaving that I was shot. What I do is dangerous, I know. But everything I do, I do it with a purpose. I couldn't just leave that boy. And now, having you as my girl, with our baby—"

“Son. We’re having a boy.”

My voice chokes up. “With our son on the way, I promise to not take any unnecessary risks, but if you want me to quit, I’ll quit. I’ll walk away right now and won’t think twice.”

She shakes her head. "I wouldn't expect you to. I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you. I'm sorry that I left without talking to you. I'm sorry—"

She puts her hand to her belly, and I cover it with my own. "Fuck, don't be sorry about this. This makes me happy. I had hope that that first time I would get you pregnant. I wanted to tie you to me even then. I wanted to find a way to keep you forever."

She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. I deepen it, and I’m unbuttoning the buttons on her shirt as she pulls back from me. “Diesel, wait, there’s something I need to tell you.”

I moan in frustration because right now, I just want to lie in bed with her in my arms. “What is it?”

“Axle—" she starts, and that has my full attention.

I lean back and search her face. “What about him?”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “He came to me and said—"

“What the fuck did he say?”

She tilts her chin up at me. “He wanted to know if this was your baby and he said good because fucking me knowing I was pregnant with a Guardian baby would make it even better.”

“I’m going to fuckin’ kill him. He’s a dead man.”

She doesn’t argue with me or try to talk me out of it. Her hands go to each side of my neck. “Can you hold off on that because right now, I just want you to hold me.”

I nod and try to force myself to relax. I’ve already planned it out in my head. I want to be the one to off him, but there’s no way I’m leaving Brandy now. All it will take is one phone call to the guys back in Texas, and it will be taken care of.

I stand up and tell her as I carry her to the bed. “I’ll take care of him.”

She nods, brushing the hair off my face. “I know you will.”

I lay her gently on the bed and grab the front of her shirt. I unbutton a few buttons, and when I go to open it, she holds it together in her hands. “Diesel, wait.”

I sit down on the bed next to her, looking at her, not even trying to hide the desire for her from my face. “What is it, honey?”

She leans up on her elbows, and the shirt falls open. My eyes go to her swollen breasts and swollen belly, and I’m instantly hard.

I can’t wait another minute without touching her, and I reach for her, rubbing my hand over her belly in awe. “Damn,” I mutter, huskily.

Silence fills the room, and I realize she never answered me. “What is it, honey? What were you going to say?”

She shakes her head side to side. “Nothing. It was nothing.”

I try to focus. “It was something. You can tell me anything.”

She shrugs with a smile on her face. “I was going to tell you that my body’s changed since the last time we did this, but I realize now that you probably don’t care.”

I look at her all swollen with my son in her belly. “Fuck no, I don’t care. I love your body... I love you.”

She leans up and presses her lips to mine before pulling back. “And I love you too, my biker boy.”

Epilogue

Brandy

The second half of my pregnancy was nothing like the first. When Diesel found out that I had been sick the whole time, he took me to the doctor and sat with me while I went over the history of the pregnancy. The doctor, in all his wisdom, said it would be a good idea that I stay off my feet and rest as much as I can. It was barely out of the doctor’s mouth and Diesel blurted, “Done, what else?”

He gave me a scrip for nausea and direct orders that there not be any stress. Diesel took every bit of it to heart. I remember arguing with him as we left the doctor’s office. “I can’t not work. Maybe Scout will hire me at the bar or something.”

But Diesel nipped that in the bud really quick. “Nope. Not happening.”



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