Ink by Khloe Summers

Can this older mountain biker find love with a pregnant sweetheart?

Ink
I’m a born protector
The man people call when they need assurances.
Trouble is, my little bunny hasn’t called.
So, I’m here without permission.
I should walk away, leave her to manage her life as she sees fit.
But I can’t.
I have to help her.
I have to save her.
I have to make her mine.

Lydia
I’ve seen Ink around.
How could you miss him?
He’s tall, inked, and has an opinion about everything.
My body aches for him,
but with a baby on the way, I have enough to deal with.
Trouble is, I can’t get him out of my head.
I need his big, rough hands on my skin
And I need them, now.