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“What word would you use then?”

“Warning.”

“What are you talking about?”

“About what you’re really getting into. We bikers aren’t
like most people and I’m even less so. I told you I wanted to do more than
sleep with you, Juliette. I want to possess you, crawl beneath your skin,
inside your heat and live. Nothing else will satisfy me. Are you ready for
that? There’s a complex set of rules removed from what you might consider in
polite society.”

“You’ve been nothing but up-front. You don’t think I know
that? Why let me decide?” She shook her head, flustered. “I don’t understand
you, Shooter.”

Guilt crept into his eyes before his face went blank. “I
shouldn’t have started it.” He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.
“I have trust issues. There’s a reason why I’ve been out of the dating game for
so long. I can’t do casual with you.”

The inches between them began to feel like miles as he
pulled back, dulling their natural connection.

“I’m sorry. I’ll take you home.” He ran a hand through his
hair and she saw a vulnerability previously hidden. It didn’t take a genius to
recognize how rare the moment was. Against her better judgment, she opted to
stay.

“No. I’ve had enough of people telling me what I can and
can’t do. You included. I thought you said I was free here. That means it’s my
choice. We’re so close to being something amazing. Don’t fuck it up by pulling
back. ”

“You don’t just stop being an old lady, Juliette. Even after
the fact, your name will be inexplicably bound with mine.”

The words caressed her ears like a poem. “Maybe I like
that.” He couldn’t toss her aside like used garbage even if he wanted to. Like
a plan B just in case Plan A went awry. The fucked-up situation gave her
comfort. Knowing he wanted her so fiercely in such a permanent capacity made
her want to forgive him anything.
I’m so much more damaged than I thought.
“You can trust me, Shooter.” She starred into his eyes, willing him to let her
in.

“Fuck.” The raw rasp of his voice brought her body back to
melted butter status. She rubbed her thighs together. His eyes darkened.

“I gave you a chance to escape. Now we’re both damned.”
Standing in front of her, he wound her hair in his hands and pulled the strands
tight. He slanted his lips over hers. “Don’t let me down.” The whispered words
against her lips slayed her.

Her knees threatened to buckle as he claimed her, leaving no
inch of her mouth unexplored. Liquid ran down her center, soaking her thighs as
her core pulsed in waves. Detaching his lips, he released her hair and molded
his hand to her body. He slid it down her side and beneath her skirt to cup her
pussy.

“Mine.” The snarled word planted a seed of need inside her
soul to belong to someone who made her feel as if she was the moon and stars.
Shooter did that and more. He moved to grip her thighs and lifted her once
more. Wrapping him up in her legs and arms, she held on tight.

“I can feel your heat through my pants. You’re ready to take
my cock, aren’t you?”

Her walls clenched. “God, yes.”

“From now on this pussy is mine. You’re a good girl, aren’t
you, Juliette? You’ll follow my rules, won’t you?”

“R-rules.” The word gave her pause.

“There will be no other men.”

She shook her head in easy agreement. Who else could
compare? If she was in over her head, she’d tread water until he decided they
were done. At first she thought a man like him wouldn’t stay interested in her
for too long. Every day he showed her how wrong she was. A part of her wanted to
believe this was it. This man led to forever.
It’s too soon.
As he moved
through the apartment, she had a vague impression of bland, off-white walls,
bare of anything sentimental. They reached his room and he turned on the light
switch with his elbow. A king-size bed built to hold his large frame, draped in
crimson sheets and a black comforter took center stage. He tossed her into the
middle and shed his clothing.

Hungry for the sight of him, she drank in his appearance. He
had washboard abs, sculpted pecs and a body with little to no fat. She
salivated. When her gaze landed on his thick cock, she gulped. He was wide and
long. He fisted his base and stroked down to the purple head, yielding droplets
of pre-cum.

“See what you do to me, baby? How about a little taste?”

She sat up on the end of the bed and he walked over, lining
her lips with the tip of his cock. “That’s it, open those luscious lips of
yours and take me in.” She sucked him into her mouth and closed her eyes as the
salty flavor exploded on her tongue. Hollowing her cheeks, she bobbed her head
and took him deep. He was too much to fit in her whole mouth. But she took as
much as she could, opened her throat.

“Shit yeah, baby.” He fisted her hair and rocked his hips,
guiding her rhythm. She released him with a loud pop and traced the veined
underside of his dick. He tightened his hold and pulled her head back. “If we
don’t stop now this’ll be over way to soon.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re overdressed. I can fix that.”
He released his grip on her hair and stepped away from the bed. His member
bobbed in time with his steps. Before she could focus properly, her clothes
were hitting the ground. He disappeared from view. A drawer opened. The glint
of the silver package made her smile.

“Spread your legs wide.” Gripping his latex-sheathed base,
he knelt between her legs and lined up to her wet center. After nudging the
entrance he paused and she clamped around his head.

“Damn, you’ve got a needy pussy, baby.”

Sweat dotted her brow. She forced her muscles to relax and
take him.

“That’s it baby, take it all.” It was a slow burn as he
molded the walls to fit his girth. When fully seated, she swore she could feel
him pressed snug against her belly.

“You feel so good, Juliette.” The husky timber of his voice
made her cream. “You are so wet.” He moaned and she dug her fingernails into
his biceps.

“You’re so big.”

“We’ll go slow.” He pulled out and eased back in.
Whimpering, she arched her back as pain gave way to pleasure.

“Oh god, right there.” She gasped, closing her eyes as the
pressure built.

“Open those big browns, I want to see you.”

She forced her heavy lids up and focused on his face,
highlighted by the moonlight streaming in through the window.

“That’s it baby.” He increased his speed as he took them
both higher and higher until they came together in an explosive climax that
displayed fireworks behind her lids. His weight pressed her into the mattress
and she began to drift off as sleep took her.

Shooter ran a hand over his tired face and groaned.
What
the hell was I thinking, talking about making her my old lady? I’m not sure she
understands all of this and yet here I am spilling my guts.

It was a rookie tactic to land a girl in bed. Not a mistake
a veteran made. Worse yet, he meant every word. His instincts usually had him
running like the devil had his number when he found himself catching the barest
hint of emotion toward a female. He was practically spewing Shakespeare to
her—well Shakespeare for him.

Fuck. He could take it all back but that would leave him
dead in the water. He wanted her. Making her an old lady ensured her safety
while she moved around in his world. Glancing over at the woman beside him, he
shook his head.

She looked like a damn teenager. Worry-free and peaceful,
her toffee skin practically glowed.
I’m dating the Noxzema girl. The boys
are never going to let me live this down.
He shook his head at the razzing
he was in for.

His stomach knotted. Bringing her into his world smacked of
corruption.
Walk away.
Sitting up from his position hunched over on the
side of the bed, he pushed to his feet, needing distance. She opened her eyes
to reveal brown orbs full of joy to see him. How long had it been since that
had happened?

“Morning.” Her husky voice tickled places he’d thought long
dead.

“Morning.”

Unsure what else to say, he stretched his arms above his
head. The room grew cold as she visibly shrank back into the sheets surrounding
her.
I’m fucking it up before things even get started. Say something,
asshole.

“I was just about to take a shower. You want to join me?” He
nodded toward the bathroom, feeling awkward for the first time he could
remember in years. Sweet butts knew to get ghost when he was done, and he’d
never made it anywhere near an old lady, not even a sweetie.

His head spun as his brain tried to unearth all the
gentlemanly habits his father had used toward his mom. Might not know it at
first glance, but his family had been as straight-laced as they came—proud, all-American,
god-fearing Midwest folk, proud to serve their country.

“Yes.” Her face took on the bashful look that made his blood
boil. That untainted, wholesome quality was rare. He couldn’t help but want to
preserve it.
You can take a man out of the services, but you can’t take out
the morals beat into him.
“After last night, you’re shy?”

“No.” Her voice cracked.

“Don’t worry. I can fix that.” Kneeling on the bed, he bent
to trace her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth and granted him
entrance. Her body became soft and pliant and her legs fell open, welcoming him
between her thick thighs.

His dick sprang to life. He ground into her center. For the
first time since his youth he wanted to be balls-deep in a woman with no
protection. “What are you doing to me, Juliette?” he whispered against the
velvety skin of her neck.

“The same thing you’re doing to me.” He slid his hand down
between them, parted her lips, and eased into her moist channel. Her pussy
clamped around his fingers, holding him.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He scissored his fingers, opening
her up as he worked her over. She bucked her hips and rode his hand. The look
of bliss in her eyes went straight to his cock.

His balls were heavy and every feminine noise pushed him
closer to an explosion. This woman moved him on a visceral level. Increasing
his speed he tilted his fingers, hooking them in a J shape. The hitch of her
breath paired with the stiffening of her body told him he’d hit the oh-shit
switch.

Body convulsing, she screamed his name while she rode out
the orgasm. Liquid flooded her pussy, spilling out onto his wrist and down her
thighs. His mouth watered. He removed his fingers and licked them clean.

“How about that shower?”

“Not just yet.” She shot out a hand, gripping him. For a
moment he forgot how to breathe. “It’s your turn.” Leaning back, he watched her
kneel before him. The curve of her upper back called to him. He caressed the
silky expanse as she sucked his head into her mouth. His length was too long to
take down whole, but she gave it a valiant effort, bobbing her head and
grasping him with her fists.

“Shit, just like that, Juliette.” Burying his fingers in her
hair, he drove upward. The slippery haven of her hollowed cheeks had him
spilling down her throat in minutes. He watched the demure librarian swallow
everything he had to give, pull back and lick him clean. It was an erotic
display he’d be jacking off to for years to come.

“Now we can take that shower.”

“You got my legs like Jell-O. I’m a lightweight and
contemplating a bath.” A giggle rent the air. His stomach rumbled and he
glanced down. “I think that’s our cue.” Together they walked across the room to
the bathroom. This woman could be his ruin if he invested too much and she got
cold feet. The thought sobered him. Sneaking a glance down at her soft face, he
knew he’d risk it. Life was a crapshoot. This time he thought he’d chosen a
better woman.

* * * * *

Clad in a pair of low-hanging sweatpants drawn as tight as
she could get and a Lords of Mayhem t-shirt, Juliette was hand-delivered to her
front door around one o’clock in the afternoon. She stood on her front porch
with the neighbors peeking out of their windows. A motorcycle roaring up the
street of the quiet cul-de-sac was the equivalent to a barrage of gunfire.

“Looks like you’ll be the talk of the street tonight.”

“I’m sure they’re all trying to think up a reason to come by
and meet you right now. Hell, I would be if the roles were reversed.”

He chuckled. “You have me.”

For now.
“Mmm.”

“You think I’m bullshitting?”

“I think a man like you needs more than a woman like me to
keep him engaged.”

“Funny, you were doing just fine last night and this
morning.” He trapped her against the door with his body. The muscles in her
stomach jerked.

“The neighbors—”

“I don’t give a fuck about your neighbors.” A wicked grin
spread across his lips, and he leaned forward, lowering his voice. “I want you
to know I’m in this all the way.” The sincerity in his tone and the intensity
coming from his dark gaze melted her. “You are a sexy, intriguing minx of a
woman. Hearing you talk about yourself like you’re less than that makes me want
to kick someone’s teeth in.”

His promise of violence on her behalf touched her. There’d
never been a man in her life to play the role of knight in shining armor. In
her life men had only hurt her.

“Aaah, I see the bloodlust in your eyes.”

“Maybe I’m amused by how old-fashioned you are.”

“Only in some things. Or it seems to be you in specific.” He
bent and nipped at her bottom lip. A moan crept up from the depths of her soul.
The man inspired passion. He swooped down, capturing her lips, melting her from
the inside out with his talented tongue. It was all she could do not to lift
her leg and hook it around his hip.

Fuck it. Giving in to the wild streak he’d set into motion,
she did just that. His hardened cock pressed against her and she rolled her
hips. A rumble vibrated his chest as they surfaced for air.

“You’re too tempting for your own good. I need to get out of
here before I’m late. Prez doesn’t take too kindly to flaking.”

“Prez?” She wrinkled her brow.

“My boss.”

“Okay.” She wondered what he did but now didn’t seem the
time to ask.

“I’ll call you.”

She nodded, taking a mental picture to last her if he
didn’t. Sliding his sunglasses down over his eyes, he offered one last smile
before he walked down her driveway. The faded jeans hugged his firm ass and
muscular thighs. His leather vest covered a plain white t-shirt, the Lords of
Mayhem brand there for all to see.

Clearing the lump that had settled in her throat, she pasted
on a smile and glanced out at the neighbors who’d crept out onto their porches,
peered over their fences and practically pressed their nose to the glasses.
Yes,
he’s all mine.
Pride and a sense of naughtiness bubbled to the surface.
Deciding she didn’t give a fuck might be the best thing she’d done for herself
in years. The time for meeting up, like two members of rival families, was
over.

Turning, she unlocked her door and went inside, determined
not to watch him ride away like some desperate half of a one-night stand.
Jogging to her phone in the breakfast nook, she dialed Joey.

“Hey, hooker. It’s about time you called. I was debating
calling the police.”

“Shut up, I texted you from breakfast.” Juliette grinned as
she sank into the chair.

“Was it in bed?”

She snorted. “No. Listen, I’m ready to come clean. I’ve been
hiding it for long enough.”

“Wow, so this just got serious?” Joey asked.

“Very.”

“Hang on. Let me get the other girls in on this call.
They’ll never forgive us if I get all the details first.” Joey’s voice faded.
Juliette relaxed while she called and connected the other girls.

“Okay, are we all here?” Joey asked a few minutes later.

“Yes,” Evonne and Hilary replied.

“I have a confession to make. You remember the guy I met at
the bar, Shooter?”

Hilary snickered. “Like we could forget him.”

“Right,” Evonne said.

“Well, I saw him again.”

“What?” Evonne asked.

“You’ve been keeping secrets,” Hilary said.

“I didn’t want to say anything, in case it all crashed and
burned.”

“Joey’s quiet, so she knew,” Hilary said. The hurt in her
voice made Juliette wince. She never meant to hurt anyone.

“Hey, I’m the least judgmental of us. Someone had to keep
tabs and be ready to give me the emergency, get-me-out-of-this-date-now call,”
Joey said.

“True,” Evonne said.

“All right, if you’re telling us now, that means this is
serious,” Hilary said.

“After last night, it very much is,” Juliette said.

“Okay, they’re all caught up. Now give us the goods. You
know we’re all living vicariously through you. I about died when you picked the
baddest motherfucker in the place to go sinning with.” Joey’s amusement read
over the phone loud and clear.

“Go sinning? Really?” Juliette giggled. The image of
Shooter’s dark head buried between her legs made her bite her bottom lip. She
pressed her thighs together and refocused on the conversation.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Joey countered.

The vulnerability she’d glimpsed in his eyes made her smile.
Beneath the larger-than-life persona was a man who’d been hurt. “You’re not
wrong. Shooter is amazing. Everything you’d think he’d be. There’s more to him
than meets the eye, though. I don’t know that I’d call it a sensitive side but
less than cocky for sure.”

“Wait, is this going to be a repeating thing?” Evonne asked.
A hushed silence fell.

“I think so. He made it pretty clear if I was looking for a
one-night stand he wasn’t interested.”

“What?” The echoed statement exploded out of the speaker,
making her wince.

“Tell me exactly what he said. I speak M.C.,” Joey said.

“M.C.?” Hilary asked.

“Motorcycle club, girl. I need to school you.”

“He mentioned something about an old lady,” Juliette said.

“Oh my god.” The squeal pierced the air and threatened to do
the same to her eardrum.

“Jesus, Joey.” Juliette pulled down her earlobe.

“That’s like a wife, girl.”

“Whoa…that’s jumping ahead. We just made things official.
Why would he want that with me? It doesn’t make any sense. ” She knew she was
babbling, but she couldn’t seem to form coherent sentences as her brain erupted
with concerns like a volcano.
Are we ready for this?
The last thing she
wanted to do was hurt him.

“What did you do to that man?” Joey asked.

“N-nothing. He wouldn’t sleep with me until I agreed. How is
that like a wife?” She licked her lips. Would he make demands now? Expect her
to play maid and personal assistant?
Stupid. Did I learn nothing?

“Listen, women love wild men, and motorcyclists are the
cream of the crop in that category. There’s a plethora of hos, some who for all
intents and purposes belong to a club. They hang out, clean the club and the
mens’ clocks if they’re so inclined. They’re called sweet butts.”

“I’m well-versed on that.”

“Wow. Look at you, already stepping into your role,” Joey
said.

“Well, fill us in,” Evonne said.

“A sweetie is someone they’re seeing and not just screwing.
An old lady is serious shit. Some women don’t get that status after years of
dating. You could wear his cut.”

“I think you’ve scared her into shock, Joey,” Evonne said.

“I-I had no clue. What—is he going to expect me to move in
with him now?” Panic placed cracks in her perfect evening.

“No, nothing like that,” Joey assured. “Relax. You’ve been
going at it for about a month and there have been no red flags. You know what
to look for when it comes to douche bags in disguise.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I had no clue it was this
serious, though.”

“Still, you knew it was semi-serious. Why agree?” Hilary
asked.

“Because he moves me, turns me into goop, and treats me
better than any man I’ve ever dated.” Juliette whispered honestly without
hesitation. She found Shooter completely compelling and irresistible. He pulled
her to him like a magnet.

“She’s so fucked.” Hil laughed.

“Hil. You don’t have to sound so happy about it,” Evonne
scolded.

“Come on. The planner has it bad after one night. It’s
funny,” Hilary responded.

“No, it’s terrifying. I step out of my comfort zone and I
land neck-deep in a crazy subculture I know nothing about.” Juliette palmed the
back of her neck, massaging away the tension. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m learning.”