All Chapters of Craving the biker's widow: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 42.I reach for her panties, my fingers interlinking with the fabric, then I notice it wasn't worn properly—it’s twisted toward the back.My lips curve. “Tell me…” I start, voice dark, “how many times did he dive into this pussy that made you forget how to wear your panties?”She ignores it. I continue, pulling her panties down, and the real deal is in front of me.Swollen, pink, and glistening with wetness.“Fuck, Ashley,” I groan. “Your pussy is so beautiful.”“Spread those legs for me,” I instruct, and she obeys, spreading her thighs.“Good girl. Now that pussy… I want to see you touch yourself, baby.”Slowly, she reaches between her legs, her fingers trembling slightly as she makes contact with her clit. Her lips part, and a small moan escapes. I can tell she's enjoying it from the very start.She backs up until her spine hits the wall. I watch closely—her pussy is clenching around nothing.

CHAPTER 44.GETTING FIRED. ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW. I quickly go wash the sleep off my eyes in the bathroom, then I change into a simple blue flay gown with spaghetti straps.I head downstairs, and when I get there, it's almost filled up. I look to my left—Matt and Ripper. Then to the right—Bran and his rude sisters. My face flushes, a deep wave of nausea washing over me. Having breakfast with Quinn and the kids?Just a few hours ago, she swore she'd kill me, get a lawyer, and throw me out. And now suddenly she's asking to have breakfast with me?I don't say a word or protest. I walk past and sit next to Ripper. I murmur a soft good morning, but he doesn't respond.Though I'm not sure he heard me, so I just settle in, and the new chef quickly comes by to dish out my food. He places it in front of me. I don't bother to say thank you. It's my house.So I just focus on the food. I take a bite, savoring the

CHAPTER 46.TROUBLE.~MATT POINT OF VIEW~“Dammit. All of this shit never ends, does it?”“Can we be done with the Mexican pricks, for goodness’ sake?” I snap, my voice sharp, but they all just look away as usual.Cowards.“If none of you will do it, then let me go do it with two of the new hot-headed prospects. I can handle this shit.”“The Mexican pricks should’ve never been a problem in the first place, but we keep letting them rise—and soon they'll be a bigger issue. Don’t you guys see it?”“Are y’all blind? Can’t you see what the fuck they’re playing at?”Ripper exhales, slowly turning to me. “Matt, we can’t go into a war right now. Don’t you get it?”“Brains before bullets, man,” he adds calmly. “Think, Matt. If we hit the Mexican pricks the way you want, we also hit the Reed Motorcycle Club. They’re patched together now. So take a moment—do we really need a war with the Reed MC?”

CHAPTER 48 WHY PROTECT ME & NEVER SPEAK TO ME? ~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~ I walk away from the garden,straight into the house, my steps slower than usual, like my body hasn’t quite caught up with everything that just happened. My heart is still pounding—but not from fear. Not entirely. Ripper shouted at me. The thought circles back again, louder this time. I press my lips together, my fingers curling slightly at my sides as I move through the hallway. The house is suddenly quiet. I guess everyone is in their rooms. For a moment, I pause,wondering why he’s always so willing to protect me, yet barely says a word to me each day. He barely talks to me. Barely looks at me half the time unless it’s necessary. I sit in the same room with him, and it’s like I don’t exist—like I’m just… there. But the moment anything happens, he’s the first to step in. Why does he care so much if I go or not? Truthfully… I should go. I was the one who suggested the idea. It would motivate the other women

CHAPTER 50. DREAMS 2 A bitter laugh slips from her lips. “How funny. We work our asses off,stand by him all through… and then our so-called brother dies, and some random girl ends up controlling everything.Every fucking thing thr harrington have.” She drops her hand from my chin. “Well… since we can’t get to her the right way,” she continues smoothly, “mum has decided to use other methods.” I blink, alert instantly. “What does mum plan to do?” “Does it matter?” she asks softly, her tone dipping just enough to send a flicker of unease through me. “All that matters is your plan with her. What I told you—how is it going?” “Good,” I reply, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “I’m really impressed, Bran,” she says, almost delighted. “I see you’re working your way into her good books… using her to get back into the club. You took my advice. That’s pretty clever.” “But we have a problem, brother.” I snap my eyes to her instantly. “What is it?” I ask, my tone sharp w