Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Biker King: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

SableThe second the words left my mouth, my face went hot.“Oh, I definitely have ideas.”I’d said it with confidence thirty seconds ago. Now that both of them were staring at me like that, the confidence had shriveled up and died. I suddenly found the comforter very interesting and started tracing one of the stitches with my finger.Jarek didn’t let me hide for long. His hand slid under my chin and gently forced my gaze back up to his.“Baby girl,” he said, voice low and patient. “You don’t get to drop that and then go quiet. Talk.”Marcus shifted closer on my other side, his hand resting warm and heavy on my thigh. “We’re not gonna bite.” His thumb stroked slow circles against my skin. “Well… not unless you ask us to.”I swallowed. My stomach was doing nervous little flips.“It’s embarrassing,” I muttered.Jarek’s thumb brushed across my bottom lip. “That’s kind of the point. We want to know what embarrasses you. What makes you wet just thinking about saying it out loud.”Marcus le

SableFor a while, the list sat between us like a dare.Marcus’s phone rested on the comforter near my knee, the screen already locked, but I couldn’t stop glancing at it as if the words I’d said out loud might somehow glow through the glass. A ridiculous part of me wanted to snatch it up and delete the note before either of them could tease me about it again. Another part of me, the braver part that had apparently taken over sometime between waking up in their arms and deciding I wanted a day in bed, liked knowing the list existed.Proof.That was what it felt like.Proof that I had wants. Proof that I had said them. Proof that the world hadn’t ended when I did.Jarek sat beside me with one arm stretched along the headboard, looking far too satisfied with himself for a man who had just helped turn my embarrassment into a written agenda. Marcus was on my other side, stealing fruit from the tray like he hadn’t already eaten half of it, his grin soft around the edges every time he caugh

JarekI had discovered two things before ten o’clock in the morning.The first was that contractors asked more questions than cops.The second was that apparently nobody designed bedrooms with the expectation that three adults would be sharing them permanently.“You’re sure you want this wall moved?”I stared at the contractor.He stared back.For several seconds neither of us spoke.Finally I pointed at the room.“How many people sleep in there?”The man blinked.“Three.”“Then yes. Move the fucking wall.”The contractor nodded immediately.Smart man.The crew got back to work while I stood in the doorway with a mug of coffee and watched them tear apart what had been my room for years.Normally that would’ve bothered me.It didn’t.Because the truth was it wasn’t my room anymore.It hadn’t been for a while.Not really.The old version of the room had been built around one person. One bed. One closet. One life.That wasn’t what existed now.The room needed to become something else.So

 SableBefore I could say something embarrassingly emotional, Marcus kissed me again, shorter this time but no less possessive.Charlie walked in carrying a box of supplies and stopped dead in the doorway. “Hot damn, Marcus. I’ve never seen you like this.”Marcus glanced over his shoulder without letting go of me. “Like what?”“Like you’re about two seconds away from clearing the counter with one arm and making poor Hannah bleach the entire kitchen.”Hannah pointed at her. “I do not bleach. I delegate.”Charlie looked me up and down, then smirked. “Maybe get a room?”Marcus’s grin turned wicked. “We had one all day yesterday.”Bryce made a strangled sound.I buried my face against Marcus’s chest because apparently death by embarrassment was still on the table.Charlie laughed loudly enough

 SableBy the time evening rolled around, the smell coming from downstairs was strong enough to pull me away from the strange little bubble I had been floating in all day.Not that I had gone far.The clubhouse had been loud since morning, full of contractors tearing apart Jarek’s room, bikes rumbling in and out of the lot, men shouting to each other from the garage, and Hannah occasionally yelling someone’s name with enough force to make the walls reconsider their life choices. Somehow, none of it felt threatening anymore. The noise didn’t make me tense. It didn’t send my mind scrambling for danger. It just sounded like life moving around me.That still felt new.After everything that had happened, I kept expecting peace to feel fragile. Like if I breathed too deeply or trusted it too much, it would crack apart and reveal the next disaster waiting underneath. Instead, the day had k