Secret Wife at the Altar: Blood Brothers MC, #2

By Claire St. Rose

Secret Wife at the Altar is book 2 of the Blood Brothers MC trilogy. Book 3, Secret Biker at the Altar, is available everywhere now!

WE GOT AWAY FROM HIM ONCE. THIS TIME, WE WON'T BE SO LUCKY.

Because my baby's father is back to claim what's his:
Us.

Five years in prison is enough to change anybody.
And Kane has certainly changed.
He's darker than he was before.
Bigger.
Scarier.

But the hunger that drove him to take me in the first place… that hasn't changed one bit.

He took the fall for me when I needed it.
But now that he's returned, he wants to take back everything he once owned.

That includes me.

And once he finds out about our baby…
He's going to drag me to the altar so I can never escape again.

The sickest part of it all is…
That I'm helpless to say no.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Oct 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386686200

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SECRET WIFE AT THE ALTAR: Blood Brothers MC (Book 2)

By Claire St. Rose

WE GOT AWAY FROM HIM ONCE. THIS TIME, WE WON’T BE SO LUCKY.

BECAUSE MY BABY’S FATHER is back to claim what’s his:

Us.

Five years in prison is enough to change anybody.

And Kane has certainly changed.

He’s darker than he was before.

Bigger.

Scarier.

But the hunger that drove him to take me in the first place... that hasn’t changed one bit.

He took the fall for me when I needed it.

But now that he’s returned, he wants to take back everything he once owned.

That includes me.

And once he finds out about our baby...

He’s going to drag me to the altar so I can never escape again.

The sickest part of it all is...

That I’m helpless to say no.

CHAPTER 1

K ane?

They were in a ratty motel, far from the wrong side of the tracks, but Kane only had to nod at the desk clerk to get a key and lead her up a rickety staircase. Now, behind closed doors, Angeline paced the room and brushed her finger against the desk. Lifting her hand to her eyes, she saw no dust in the moonlight. The faint trace of smoke and sex hung in the hair, but it wasn’t a hovel, and it probably wasn’t what he had planned when he presented her the flowers. Angeline frowned when she realized that she had left his gift behind, and as she turned to apologize, he was on her again.

And she did not refuse his touch.

Angel...

His kiss spilled across her lips, her cheeks, her neck, and she found herself hungry for the feel of his skin on hers. Tearing at his shirt, she grazed her nails against his tattooed chest, and when she saw her name on his arm, she kissed each letter then fell to her knees. Her hands worked around his waist band, and she unzipped his fly. He was hard; she had suspected as much when she sat on the back of his bike, but now there was no doubting, no mistaking that his desire for her had not waned in the slightest. She took his cock in her hand, her fingers forming a slow, smooth stroke as she drew towards the tip of his piece. Bowing her head, she kissed him there and longed to feel him in every part of her.

No, he said. Angeline was stunned, scared again when he lifted her off the floor. Her knees knocked together as he steadied her stance, and when she started to object, he pressed his finger to her lips and slowly shook his head. Not on your knees, he said. That’s not where you belong. Kane was silent as he gently eased her dress from her body, and when he had her naked under his eyes, he eased her hands to his hips. Now you, he said.

I... what...?

Strip me, he said. I’ve missed that.

Biting down on her lip, Angeline felt a surge of joy, and the need for him to be inside her trumped any fear. Pulling his jeans from his taut limbs, Kane kicked his boots aside and stepped away from the denim.

That’s my girl, he said.

Angeline started to guide him towards the bed, but before they fell as one, his arms surrounded her bare body, and he held her close.

I’m not leaving you, he said. And you’re sure as hell not leaving me.

Kane kept her on her toes, and his lips nipped at her flesh. His mouth ran down her arms, suckled at her breasts, and when his hands bordered her tender tummy, he looked up at her with a hint of fear in his eyes.

I’m being straight with you, Angel, he swore. You just have to trust me.

Forgetting all doubt, she did just that. However, when she saw him on his knees, Angeline shook her head and kissed his brow. I do, she whispered. Always. But please, she said, as his lips stopped, and she curved her fingers under his steely chin, not on your knees. You don’t belong there either.

Lifting one eyebrow, Kane was back on his feet, and he held her waist. His hands glided up and down her back, and when she kissed him again, he came back to the point of power and tossed her to the bed. Angeline smiled at the feel of the sheets stroking her skin, and he fenced in her limp limbs with his dominant thighs. His cock grazed her pussy, and Angeline spread her legs to take all of him in. Sliding into her depths with no effort, she clasped his arms and arched her body to know him better, to know him again. His piece started to throb inside her, and as her eyes rolled back in her head, she felt him still, confusing her. As her fingers stretched towards his face, she grimaced at his pained expression.

Kane? she asked. What’s wrong?

His swagger seemed to fade, and as he started to pull away, she grabbed his arms and fought to keep him close.

Kane?

Angeline remained caught between his thighs, but his hands were nervous as they touched her body. Is this... is this okay? he asked.

Why wouldn’t it be?

This was always okay, always right. Nothing could challenge the moments when they held each other, when she claimed his body, and when there was no way of knowing where he started and she ended. Kane had never hesitated before. Not when they were like this. So why...?

Well... is it... is it okay for the baby? he asked.

With her pussy buzzing and her chest heaving, it took Angeline several seconds to catch up to his sudden concern. As she looked up at him, she was struck by the thought that the man on top of her could drift back to a little boy even as he hung inside her. He knew the streets; he knew more than she ever wanted to learn about a life behind bars. Plus, there was no denying that he was able to take her to new heights, and she longed for him to lift her towards the stratosphere right now.

Kane?

Their eyes locked, and Kane focused on her, only her, nothing but her, as she glided her fingers down his face. It’s more than okay, she promised. Trust the nurse.

Straining forward, Angeline captured his lips again, and his tentative kiss expanded around her mouth. It intensified as she drew him closer, and when he came up for air, Kane peered down at her and smiled softly.

So you’re sure? he teased, his fingers playing with her hair again.

Definitely, Angeline said. Please...

He didn’t need another prompt. Taking hold of her sides, Kane went back to grinding his hips, and Angeline slipped back to the sheets as he took her. His cock was sure as his thrusts grew fast, and she felt as if she was falling though space when he took possession. Under the stars was one thing; but now, there was no questioning that she was damaged goods. He could still run, leave her to her shame, and go on the hunt for Noel.

Oh... oh! Kane made a different move. Burying his