All Chapters of Craving the biker's widow: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31.NOT SOO FAST PRINCESS.~~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~~My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat.Brandon’s words still hang in the air. I still can’t wrap my head around him sneaking up on me.He’s such a creep. Eww.I don’t bother thinking too much about his words.God will never let him be my last resort. I’ll be damned if I ever need his help.In fact, I’ll rather go to Matt than go to Bran. I think he hates me more than Matt.I walk down the hallway slowly, the bass of the music blasting through from all sides.Then suddenly, my phone beeps. I quickly dip my hand in, taking out the phone. It’s a message from Ripper.(Ripper: Hey, Ash. We have a deal you’d need to look into: offshore rigs. Get the files from Matt. When you’re ready to go, holla at me.) I stare at the message for a few seconds, my body running cold.The same Matt who kicked the table and walk

CHAPTER 33.YOU WANT RIPPER’S D*CK ALSO?MATT’S POINT OF VIEWHer gaze snaps toward me, her lips parting so fast I thought the words would spill out—but only a gasp came.That’s all the confirmation I need.She wants his dick too.Greedy little slut.I smile down at her as I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties. I drag them down, and the sight makes me grin.“Damn. Pretty pussy,” I say in pure admiration. “Fully wet for the man you hate.”“Isn’t that pathetic, princess?”She hisses, and I dive in, parting her legs. She lets me—not like it’s surprising.She’s always wanted my dick.I spread her thighs wide and bury my face between them without warning.I’ve always wondered what her pussy would taste like.My tongue drags up her slit in one long, slow lick, tasting just how wet she is for me.I suck her clit into my mouth hard, flicking it with

CHAPTER 35.MRS HARRINGTON.~ASHELY’S POINT OF VIEW~Her lips curl into a soft smile. “Congratulations… I heard the news,” she says as we both head down the hallway.I force a smile and tighten my grip on the file.“You coming down to the main chamber?” she asks softly.I glance at her. “What main chamber? What’s that about?”Riley slows a little, studying my face like she’s shocked I don't know what that means.“You don’t know?” she asks, brows lifting slightly.I shake my head. “I don't… Should I?”“Of course you should, Ash.”She lets out a small breath, then shrugs. “It’s the part of the club where the old ladies stay.”“Mostly the busiest area,” she adds.Something about the way she says it makes my stomach tighten.I still can't forget meeting the old ladies at Warrick's funeral.“Oh.” I nod slowly. “I get it now.”“But that's not where I'm headed.”

CHAPTER 37~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~“Oh, that…” I pour the liquor down my throat. “Yes. I don't know him or what he looks like. I never got to see him for a day.”Riley blinks, her stare lingers for a while.Then she bursts out laughing. “Oh my God—” she wheezes, clutching her stomach. “Ash ... .Ash, that is—” she gasps again, trying to breathe, “—that’s the craziest marriage I’ve ever heard in my entire miserable life!”I can’t help it. I laugh too—it’s actually the craziest kind of marriage I've also heard.“Girl,” she continues, wiping tears from the corner of her eye, “I thought my marriage was bad.”I snort, lifting my drink.“I thought I was suffering,” she says dramatically. “Meanwhile, you—” she points at me, nearly knocking over her glass, “you are married to a whole ghost!”I choke on my drink, laughing.“Technically.”“Fuck technically!” she cuts in, waving her hand. “You’re married to a dead man

CHAPTER 39The question feels like a hot punch against my jaw. My jaw tightens slowly, and bile rises in my throat, anger surging deep.She struggles to wiggle away, but I pull her in, tightening my grip. “First, I am not a creep. Second, I don't sneak up on people. What happened earlier was clearly a mistake. Enough of the creep jokes—it’s not funny.”A slow smile tugs at her lips. “Truth is bitter, isn't it… Creep,” she drags the word this time, trying to rile me up.I totally ignore her. “What do you want to get from the kitchen? I can go help you grab it.”“None of your business,” she fires back. “Leave me alone and go find something else to do.”I chuckle under my breath, saying nothing, just watching her. The only reason I'm still standing here trying to help is because it's her. I clench my fists, thinking of leaving her to do her shit herself, even if I know she'd fall if I leave her.Ungrateful piece of shit. Ho