Pride and Pregnancy (A Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club Romance) Read Online Free

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    “It’s okay, really. I want you to come.”
    The telltale sensations of him unsheathing his cock from inside me was almost unbearable.
    “Sarah, if you want to–”
    A knock at the door cut him off. He cast me a quick glance, then silently strolled over to the front entrance. His eye went to the peephole, gazing out over the lit front patio.
    How he moved so silently with such a broad, powerful build was beyond me.
    “Give me two minutes! And it had better be fucking good,” he shouted through the door.
    I had already sat up, wrapping the gown around myself.
    “It’s one of my Devil’s Dragons,” Hunter answered my silent glance, referring to his daring motorcycle club. “They know that I’m… busy tonight, which means this must be important.”
    I shrugged, turning away.
    I felt Hunter’s curious gaze burning into the back of my head, trying to figure out what was wrong…
    “I’ll have him gone quickly. He won’t be coming in.”
    “Invite him in,” I replied, turning to face him again. “It’s okay. No point in keeping him out there if it’s really that important… And I think we’re past the point of keeping secrets.”
    Hunter’s inquisitive stare was almost intimidating as it bore into my eyes. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold his gaze before he glanced away, stepping back towards the bedroom to throw a pair of jeans on.
    A moment later, the biker president answered the door barefoot. “Ricochet,” he acknowledged.
    Remembering the name, I ascended from the couch and crept near the foyer. The only time I’d meaningfully interacted with Ricochet was when the three of us – and another one of Hunter’s men, Victor – were defending the exterior corner of a cartel-owned farmhouse under a shower of bullets.
    The man had complimented my shooting.
    Ricochet opened his mouth to reply but spotted me, skulking just in his view. “Oh. I, uh… I’m sorry, boss.”
    “Yeah?” Hunter retorted, a little testier than necessary. “Imagine that.”
    “I can come back later today…”
    “If it’s important enough to bother us in the middle of the night, then it’s important enough to share right this fucking second.” He motioned into the house with his head. “Get in here.”
    Ricochet turned my way, and I nodded.
    “Right. If you say so…”
    He stepped inside sheepishly, keeping his gaze off of me as he pushed around the corner towards the kitchen table.
    I observed the uncertainty in Ricochet’s walk as Hunter followed him, a few paces behind.
    Hunter’s quick gaze seared me on the way past, but he didn’t say a word as he continued to the kitchen.
    Suddenly feeling that familiar detective curiosity building, I followed the men to the kitchen. Hunter motioned for Ricochet to take a seat as he leaned against the countertop, bulging arms crossing over his heavy chest.
    “Now that we’re all settled… what did you have to tell me?” Hunter asked pointedly.
    Ricochet swallowed quickly, then reached into the interior pocket of his Devil’s Dragons leather jacket. After a moment, he withdrew a folded letter, holding it out towards Hunter.
    “It’s your sister, boss.”

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    Sarah
    H unter remained motionless for a moment , his gaze fixated entirely on Ricochet. His sister? Hunter told me that he only heard from her fleetingly, a couple of times since the rescue…
    Still rolling the words around in my head, I opened my mouth to repeat them. Before I could get a single syllable free, Hunter took a stride forward and snatched the letter from Ricochet’s fingers, startling both of us with the speed of his movements. Like a creature possessed, he tore the envelope open and began reading silently to himself.
    Ricochet and I exchanged a quiet glance.
    Hunter was already a little tense, but he was visibly stiffening as he read the words. Finally, he handed it my way.
    I’d never met hissister before. She was a couple of years older than him and was already leaving for college