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I moved to her, needing to touch her. I sucked in a nipple and squeezed her round ass. “Thank fuck you were up. I need to make up for abandoning you earlier.”

“Yeah?” She kissed my chin. “I’ll work you hard.”

“Please. Test my limits.” I circled my thumb on her nipple and kissed her.

She opened to me, so willing to give me everything, and being a greedy bastard I took all she offered.

She broke away from me.

“Your turn.” With a tap to my lips, she sprawled naked on the bed. I couldn’t complain about my view.

I stood up and kicked off my boots before I peeled up my shirt and threw it aside.

“Like what you see, little girl?” I leered at her.

She giggled. “I need more to decide, twirl for me, I want to see your back.”

“I don’t twirl.” No self-respecting biker did. But I spun around.

She sucked in a loud breath.

“What?”

“Your art, it all melds so perfectly. I could spend hours just staring at all the images mixed in there.”

I grinned, happy she liked Jericho’s designs. “I plan to keep you too busy tonight.”

I unbuckled and slid down my pants.

“Why don’t you wear underwear?”

I glanced up at her, shaking my head. “What?”

“Are you always commando?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I teased her. “You’ll just have to undress me often and see.”

I joined her on the unsteady bed, pressing my hips into hers so she could feel just how much I wanted her. Her red hair splayed around her in haphazard curls, a perfect frame for her face. Lips already swollen from our kisses tempted me, so I ducked down and claimed them as mine. In fact, for tonight every inch of her was mine.

She tweaked my nipples as we kissed, she arched into my bare chest, and I loved the way her soft mounds rubbed against me. She moaned when I suckled her tits, first soft, then harder. The harder my pressure, the more she wanted.

“Please. Yes.” She panted the words.

“You like it rough?”

“I do.” She wiggled under me, wanting more.

“How rough, exactly.”

“Dunno. Just see, touch me, fuck me.” Her eyes were bright with passion.

“You like biting.” I nipped the meaty part of her breast.

“Oh, please. Bite me, anywhere.”

I skimmed up her body until I nuzzled her neck. “Can I smack your fine ass?”

The woman’s boundaries were as generous as she was. I planned to push them, but I didn’t want to go too far tonight. I bit the side of her neck and plucked her nipples. Arching into me, she nodded her agreement.

“But where’s the line, Red?” I nibbled her ear lobe. “I ached to twist my hands in your hair, tugging it, when you fucked me so perfectly with this mouth.” I bit her lip and pulled her hair.

She whimpered into my mouth, reaching down until she squeezed my cock in a steady rhythm.

“It all feels good. But I need more, now.” Her fierce response surprised me as much as it lit a fire deep inside me.

“On the floor,” I commanded. “Ass up.”

Chapter Seven: Lila

I hurried to do as he said. I pulsed with sexual need, and if he didn’t fix my problem soon, I’d go crazy. I liked how he played with me, asking me questions. No one had ever asked what I wanted, let alone encouraged me to explore my dark side.

I glanced up at him. Hard. He looked carved from granite, and the sculptor had been very generous.

“Perfect, Red.” His smooth voice comforted me.

Whack!
His hand connected with my ass. A sting burned, hurting more than I’d imagined. This was the first time I’d been hit for pleasure. It was something that used to scare me, but for a while now I’d wanted to see if it’d freak me out or turn me on.

I had my answer. It stoked me up in a new way that I loved.

Then
smack
again, and both cheeks burned.

I bent to my elbows to better rub my breasts. Need thrummed in time with my aching ass.

“Your perfect ass is beautiful with a red glow. Do you like it?”

“Again.”

He smacked my left cheek, then once more before his cock pushed through the folds of my pussy all the way forward until his apa scraped my clit. My body sung with the dual sensations, making a much fuller song than I’d ever experienced. I pinched my nipples and bounced back into him. My world narrowed where I teetered when one final stroke pushed me over and I shouted my release.

“How do you need it, Red?” His harsh words broke through the haze.

“Fuck me hard and fast,” I panted, rocking into him to feel another taste of heaven.

“Damn.” He breathed the word out and leaned back.

“No,” I moaned.

A smack harder than the last stole my breath. He thrust into me. The balls of his apa teased the top and bottom walls of my pussy. Divine. Glorious. Every man should have one of those.

I spoke words and mewled, moving to meet him. Our flesh slapped together, and the explosion built. My world lost definition, and moving on instinct I smashed my ass back against him and threw my head wide. Emotion and sensation swirled together until the physical pleasure swamped me.

“Dare.” I screamed his name as the first shudder overtook me. Breath ragged and sweat on my brow, I leaned down on forearms to allow him a little deeper. My pussy pulsed around his cock and then his balls tightened.

He shouted his release, still pumping into me while he pulled my hips to meet him.

Liquid heat. Light. Color. Satisfaction washed through me as I lay panting on the floor.

He surpassed my wildest fantasy.

He moved his weight from me and rolled to the side. “Helluva ride, Red.” He bent and kissed my forehead.

“Yeah, you rocked my world too.” I rolled over on my side toward him. My fingers played in his chest hair and he covered my hand with his.

I hated getting up, but I had to pee, and no pleas to my bladder worked. Leaning forward, I kissed his chin before I hurried to the bathroom. Thankfully it was off the kitchen, away from him.

After finishing my business, I washed my hands and splashed my heated face. I grabbed a glass of water and headed back to the bedroom.

“You
are
beautiful.” With his arm behind his head, Dare lay in the bed, condom gone, probably in my corner trash can. Messy hair and handsome face, he was definitely a dream come true.

“Thanks.” I scooted over next to him, awkwardly holding the glass. “Drink?”

“Yeah.” He took it and drained it. “We worked up a sweat.”

I cuddled into his chest. His fingers played with my hair, gliding through it in sinfully relaxing swirls. I sighed and pressed closer, enjoying the easy way he lay with me. He challenged me in a way no one ever had, almost like he knew more about me than I knew about myself.

Was that why I’d started fantasizing about things I’d always considered taboo? Like spanking, and so much more.

“Hey, Red, any chance for some of those leftovers now?” He stopped and started with a hesitancy I adored.

I sat up, smiling down at him. “Of course.” I hopped out of bed and put on my T-shirt, but nothing else. “It’ll take me a few minutes.”

“Thanks.” His soft, genuine smile contrasted with the predatory smirk I’d seen moments ago.

Emotion brimmed inside me, but I tamped it down because it wasn’t part of the deal. I consoled myself with the fact I’d picked his best talent.

In the kitchen, I put the pasta in a pan on the stove and hummed a Maroon 5 song while it heated.

“Smells wonderful. You always cook for yourself?” He snaked his hands around me from behind, nuzzling my neck.

“Mmm-hmm.” The dish bubbled and I turned it off. “It’s ready.” I slipped out of his arms to grab a plate. “Eat your fill. And drinks are in the fridge.”

I moved into the living room and sat down on the floor, my back to the wall facing the chair. I cracked open the bottle of water I’d brought with me. He loped toward me, frowning at my solitary blue chair before he sat down beside me. I leaned back against the wall, enjoying the companionable silence.

“This is delicious. You’re an awesome cook.” He spoke with his mouth full. “When Mama Jericho finds out, expect an invite to cook after church.”

“You go to church. Where?” My hand stilled on his leg.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Forget you don’t know.
Church
is what we call the club meeting every Sunday at one. We have a huge feast afterward. The club’s old ladies and others help with the food.”

His explanation made sense. But I didn’t plan to spend my one free day around a bunch of bikers. “Is it part of the job?”

Dare’s gaze bore into me. “You trying to piss me off?”

I shrank back.

“Don’t do that. Ain’t ever going to lay a hand on you.” He growled.

He stood and headed for the bedroom, probably to grab his stuff and leave. He’d gotten what he came for, and obviously conversation wasn’t a skill of ours. I picked up his mostly empty plate and carried it to the kitchen while I tried to decide what to do when he left. Act busy, watch him go or beg him to stay. Definitely not the last.

Dare stood in the middle of the living room. “You don’t fight. Why?”

“Never does any good.” I glanced down but he hadn’t put on his boots.

Dare sat in my beat-up chair left here by the last tenant. Mussed and relaxed, I loved the way he looked. And my heart clenched. It wouldn’t last, already I’d upset him.

He patted his lap. “Come here.”

I complied, but tension held me stiff. I didn’t like being yelled at, and honestly, had had enough of it to last a lifetime.

“Your job is about managing the shop—that’s all. No strings, no obligations.” He stared at me until I nodded. “We fuck, we don’t, you help at the club, you don’t—doesn’t have shit to do with your job.”

“Do you expect me to believe you?” I started to bite my lip but stopped. I focused on my hands. “When this between us is over...” I couldn’t finish the thought. No matter what he said, I knew better.

I held myself still, trying to be invisible. Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut?

He tugged up my chin and held it. “Nope. Whatever this is between us, when it ends, your job doesn’t. We covered this, remember?” He stared me down.

I glanced away, and a part of me believed the fairy tale, but I’d always paid a lot for any happiness, and he made me ecstatic. There might be something in between the all or nothing I’d experienced. I hoped so. I’d only lived here a short time, yet it had become home. Or I craved a home so bad that everywhere felt like home.

“You and me burn hot, too hot most likely, so it might not last long, but don’t get burned, walk away, and all will be good. Got it?” Truth rang in his words.

I studied my fingers. The world he talked about was make-believe, and none of my relationships ended in friendship. Frankly, I doubted it was humanly possible.

“You don’t believe me.” He gave a wry snort. “Think whatever, but it’s how it’ll go down. Say it.”

I didn’t know what he wanted me to say.

“Repeat it. When I walk away, it’ll be good between us.”

My throat closed up at the thought of saying it. “You assume I’ll break it off.”

He pursed his lips. “Applies either way. Now say it.”

I closed my eyes tight and inhaled a fortifying breath. Gaze on the dented wood door of my apartment, I said, “When I walk away, it’ll be good between us.”

He kissed my head and held me a moment. A yawn escaped and I hurried to cover it with my hand.

“Red, you’re beat. Let’s tuck you into bed.” As if he did it every day, he picked me up and carried me to bed. He laid me down gently and kissed my forehead, but I directed his lips to mine, tasting pasta on him. I thought I might’ve convinced him to go a round with me again, but he pulled back even though I saw he wanted me.

“See ya tomorrow.” He grabbed his boots and slipped into the living room. A few seconds later, the sound of the door closing made his departure a reality.

I lay in bed a moment, almost surrendering to sleep. A dirty plate sat on my counter and my dead bolt wasn’t locked. I hauled my ass out of bed, locking the door before I cleaned up the dishes. Hands in soapy water, I let my mind wander to what it’d feel like on the back of Dare’s bike. Just another in a long line of wishes that wouldn’t come true.

* * *

Over the next two weeks, we gelled together so easily it scared me and excited me. He became a part of my days and a bigger part of my nights, but he never stayed or ate at my place again.

I’d always wondered when I’d hit the ceiling and say, nope, no more sex for me, I’ve had enough. But, even having the most sex in my life, I always craved more Dare.

This week had turned into a zoo, booked with appointments one right after another. Zayn explained we were swamped because of a huge party at the club this weekend. I didn’t understand what he meant when he said retirees were in town. None of the guys wearing cuts into the shop appeared to be over fifty, let alone retirement age. More biker slang I didn’t understand. In fact, I’d started a list, and if I ever found an extra minute with Dare, I’d be asking him what
retiree
,
sheep
and
dark patch
meant.

“Hey, sweetie, Dare here yet?” A grizzled old guy leered at me.

“Yeah, baby cakes, he’s in back finishing up another client.” I arched my eyebrow.

He laughed so hard his belly shook. “I’m Gimp, glad to meet ya...”

“Lila.” I grinned at him. “Head on back. Dare said to send you straight to him. He’s working on Buzzard now.”

“Getting my cock tatted up pretty. You oughta watch.” He winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. “Yours will be the sixth this week. You Brotherhood boys like your pain.”

He guffawed and slapped his knee. “Guess I’ll need to think up a new one.” He headed down the hall.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then twenty minutes later Dare, Buzzard and Gimp came up front. “Biker discount on the work.” Dare handed me the work order for Buzzard’s tattoo. I’d learned the biker discount was twenty-five percent off.

Dare patted my ass and headed back with Gimp. Again I heard someone ask about sheep.

Does he mean me?
What the hell is a sheep?
I moved the word to the top of the list.

At six, I brought down a crockpot of chicken tortilla soup and put it in the office. I’d started the soup earlier, knowing none of the guys would get a break today. Within minutes, the spicy, cheesy aroma spread throughout the shop.

It wasn’t five minutes later when Zayn ambled up front. “What do I smell?”

“Soup. Want some?” I pointed to the office.

He gave me a smacking kiss on the cheek and headed for the soup. “You’re a lifesaver. The town pizza is shit.” He carried his bowl to the back.

I’d tried it, and had to agree. Really the diner that closed at seven every night served the only decent food in town, but they didn’t do to-go.

“Hey, Zayn has soup.” Rock’s whine preceded him.

Grinning, I pointed to the crockpot. He stood next to me and spooned the first bite into his mouth. “Delicious. Wow, that’s the shit. Ready to marry me? I’m better in bed than Dare.”

I snorted out a laugh. I’d become used to their upfront humor and need to talk about things I considered private.

“Go work, and quit tempting me.”

Rock trotted away with his soup. Then Angel sauntered out. She hadn’t said two sentences to me since I’d started, but I tried not to let it bother me. What I’d heard her say to others in the shop didn’t make me anxious to be buddies. She stood in the office, eating her soup, and still she didn’t speak. After she finished her bowl she ladled another, presumably for Weasel.

She stopped next to me but stared out the window. We stood silent for a minute. “Barking up the wrong tree with Dare. MJ’s going to want her claws in you.”

“Excuse me?” Unless someone translated, I had no idea what Angel meant.

“Mama Jericho, MJ, she collects cooks. I’m a shit cook.” Then she wandered down the hallway.

Dare had said much the same thing, but I hadn’t seen Jericho again, let alone his mom, which suited me. Mama Jericho was the reigning queen of the club, and I wanted nothing to do with it. If I kept repeating the words, they might come true.

Honestly, the club poked at my curiosity. Half-finished conversations, foreign words and the cloak of secrecy made me itch to know more. I had a hundred questions, but I hadn’t asked one because once I started, how would I stop? Worse than my curiosity was my imagination. I’d watched
Sons of Anarchy
, and the lifestyle frightened me, kind of like strange religions did.

Why do people join a cult?
Or a club that controls their life choices?

I feared I’d like the life too much, so much I’d do anything to be part of it.

Dare and Gimp entered reception, laughing. “No charge for you, old man. Taught me half what I know.” Dare slapped the guy on the back. “See you Saturday.”

Gimp laughed, winked at me and half walked, half hobbled out the door.

Dare sauntered toward me. “Haven’t seen old Gimp in a while. He was my master teacher here.”