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When I knew he was finished, I slowly withdrew. I smiled up at him and rose to my feet. Sly looked at me with wonder then gathered me into his arms, delivering slow kisses to my cheeks, my lips and down the column of my throat. Then he found the strength to lift me up and take me to the bed. His eyes shone with tenderness as he folded me against him and smoothed my hair away from my face.  He whispered my name over and over and held me close.
 

We lay like that for a time, basking in the pleasure of slow exploration of each other’s bodies. I reached back and unclasped my bra. My breasts swung free and he cupped them, placing soft kisses on each nipple. He rolled his thumbs over them, marveling when they peaked. He reached down and sucked each one in turn, sending fresh waves of pleasure through me. I ran my hands down his broad chest, traced the lines of his tattoos. Then finally, he drew me close until my head rested in the hollow of his shoulder.
 

I felt safe and warm and knew that every bit of it was a lie. But I wasn’t ready to let any of it end. Not yet.
 

Chapter Seven

Sly
 

She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, maybe. I played with her long, thick hair and ran my thumb over the arch of her eyebrow. Her hair was dark, chestnut, but framed with golden blonde strands, bleached from the sun. She had high cheekbones and a broad nose. Her features were strong, from her square jaw to her full lips. There was nothing dainty about her. She was like some warrior queen. Scarlett wasn’t asleep, not all the way. She rested her head against my shoulder and her mouth stayed curved in a contented smile.
 

God. I wanted to make her look like that all the time. I wanted her sated and under me, smiling up at me with those gorgeous lips as I drove myself home. She was different, I knew that right away. I’m surprised we’d made it all the way to the hotel. It was all I could do to keep from pulling the bike to the side of the road and bending her over the fence that lined the pastures. Her lips had tasted like honey and sin when I kissed her. She was fighting something, I could see that. She probably knew better than to get involved with me. Even as she gave her body to me, she held something back. I saw it in her eyes. Maybe she was just being cautious after what almost happened with the creep in the bar. I could understand that. But, whatever else Scarlett Shaw was, she didn’t strike me as the fragile type. No. I saw a fierce passion behind her eyes and in the way her body already responded to mine. It was like she was made for me.
 

And there was something about the way she carried herself. Little things. She didn’t try to hide or minimize her height. When she walked into a room, she seemed aware of herself and everyone in it. Like anyone would be in for a hell of a shock if they tried to sneak up on her. So how she managed to let some shit heel slip something into her drink had me wondering. The thought of what could have happened had my fists in a ball. I knew Colt and Sawyer took care of them, but I wished I could have gotten a lick or two in before we threw those two out in the alley.
 

She burrowed into my arm and I leaned down and kissed her again. I liked the way her whole body jolted and her nipples rose to peaks when I ran a light finger across the slope of her breast. I did it again and again. My dick started to grow stiff. In a few more minutes I’d start to ache for her again.
 

“Enjoying yourself?” she said.
 

“Baby, more than you can possibly imagine.”
 

She reached down and circled my stiffening cock between her thumb and forefinger. “I think I can imagine quite a lot.”
 

“Fuck,” I said, rolling to my back I looked up at the ceiling. “You’re making it hard for me to focus.”
 

She raised herself up on her elbow and pulled the sheet up. I had the urge to reach up and slide it back down. She had perfect tits. They were high and round with wine-colored nipples. She saw me looking and smiled. A blush reached her cheeks but it wasn’t from shyness. Scarlett leaned down and kissed me again, letting the sheet fall back down to her waist.
 

“How long are you staying in town?” I asked.
 

She ran her fingers through her hair then shook it out. It fell across the bed and brushed my arm. I gathered a long lock and wound it around my fingers. I loved it. If she were mine, I’d never want her to cut it. If she were mine ...
 

“It depends on how long it takes me to finish up some business I have here. But probably I’ll be gone by tomorrow.”
 

I pulled gently on her hair and brought her back down so I could kiss her. I slid my hands around her hips and pulled her to me. “What if I don’t like that answer?”
 

She smiled and tried to squirm away. I held her fast. She gave me a light punch in the arm but she played the game. I wanted to play it harder.
 

“You planning on tying me to this bed?”
 

Fuck. I was pretty much hard as a rock now. “If that’s what it takes.”
 

“What would you do then?”
 

I moved quickly. I grabbed Scarlett’s wrists and swung my legs over her hips, pinning her beneath me. My cock pressed against her stomach and I straddled her legs. She struggled a little and it only made me harder. I could feel the growing heat between her legs.
 

“I’d do anything I wanted.”
 

“Hmm.” She squirmed beneath me and spread her legs wider. I’d give her what she wanted but not until I got some of my own answers first.
 

“I’m serious. Where do you have to go that can’t wait a few more days?”
 

Her face darkened and then she looked up and smiled just as quickly. So, there were those secrets she was trying to hide from me again. It was going to be fun finding out what they were.
 

“So where does Scarlett Shaw call home?” I shifted backwards, resting my weight on the backs of my thighs, but still straddling her. I saw her eyes travel to my erection, but I wasn’t going to let her off that easily. Shit, though. Who was I kidding? This girl knew how to top from the bottom.
 

“Just outside of LA at the moment. But it’s not permanent.”
 

It seemed she wasn’t going to give away anything easily. “Well, you know more about me than I do about you. What do you do, Scarlett?”
 

She smiled. “Lately, I do sexy bikers.” She wagged her eyebrows up and down. She meant it as a joke but a flash of anger ran through me. Even a fleeting thought of anyone else laying hands on her set my blood boiling. My thoughts must have shown on my face because she knit her brows together and leaned up, took my chin in her hand and quieted me with a kiss.
 

“I’m in between jobs at the moment,” she said as she leaned back down. Another non-answer. Oh, I was going to have so much fun finding out her secrets.
 

“Good. So there’s no reason you can’t stay a little longer in Green Bluff.”
 

Her eyes darkened again and I had a powerful urge to kiss her to put the light back in them.
 

“Maybe. I don’t know. We’ll see.” She reached up and traced the lines of the wolf tattoo I bore on my chest.  “So what’s your story, Sly Cullinan? How did a guy like you end up heading one of the most notorious biker gangs in the area?”
 

I took a breath. “I think you’ve heard some wild stories.”
 

She arched that dark brow at me again. “Are you about to tell me one?”
 

I leaned forward and caught her wrists again. I pinned them on either side of her head. “You scared of me?”
 

She smiled. “Not yet. Should I be?”
 

She was playing, but I still didn’t like where this was going so I said it. “I’ve done things ... the club has done things that I’m not proud of. I’d never lie about that. But most of that bad reputation comes from the past, before I took over.”
 

She squirmed beneath me and it was getting damn hard to keep my focus. “Are you telling me you cleaned everything up? Hung up your outlaw card? I don’t think I buy that.”
 

I couldn’t take another second. Heat rose from between Scarlett’s legs and I could feel her slick juices near the base of my cock. She gasped and spread her thighs. I slid into her. God, she was soaked. Her pussy clenched around me. It was delicious heat and took everything in me not to start fucking her hard. But she needed to know where the lines were.
 

“And I don’t like gossip.”
 

Anger flashed behind her eyes but she leaned up and kissed me hard; grabbing my bottom lip between her teeth she nipped me. Then she grabbed my ass and pulled me further into her, begging me to fuck her with her body and movements. Something made me hesitate. I pushed back with my palms, hovering over her as she writhed under me.
 

“Look at me,” I said. Her nostrils flared. Her eyes sparked, but she finally did. “I’m not a fucking saint. But I’m not a fucking thug either. So if you’re here because you’re some kind of biker banger or groupie ... I’m not interested.”
 

“Don’t talk,” she said, wrapping her legs around my hips, trying to spur me on. I pressed her wrists against the bed.
 

“Look at me!”
 

She turned her head to the side and set her mouth into a hard line. “Scarlett.”
 

Finally, she turned and fixed her eyes on me. It was like she was trying to see into my soul. Her pupils shrank to pinpoints. Two spots of color grew on each of her cheeks. “Scarlett, what?”
 

Tears welled in her eyes and she bit her lips. I reared back and pulled myself out of her. If she wanted some hate fuck, I was out of here.  I sat on the bed and started to pull on my jeans. She drew her knees up and turned to her side.
 

“What the fuck is wrong?” I said.
 

She shook her head but kept turned away. “I know you.”
 

“No, you don’t.”
 

She finally did turn back. She sat up, hugging her knees. “You’re good at saying pretty things.”
 

“What’s your problem?”
 

“I’ve known you my whole life.” A tear spilled out of the corner of her eye.
 

“What are you talking about?”
 

“Why should I believe you’re a good guy? Are you?”
 

I let a breath out and ran a hand through my hair. I threw my jeans back on the floor. “Depends on who you ask. My father didn’t think so. He ran out on my mom when I was like ten. Then she claimed she couldn’t handle me. I went to live with her brother, my Uncle Blackie. He’s the one who founded the Great Wolves. He sure as
hell
didn’t think there was anything good about me.”
 

I don’t know what made me do it, but I held my arm out to her, took her by the wrist and put her fingers over my forearm. Underneath the swirling lines of my ink she could feel them. Her eyes widened as understanding registered and she felt the pocked scars from the cigarette butts my uncle used to put out there.
 

“I’ve done a hell of a lot of things I’m not proud of, but I’d do every one of them again and again. I got my club out of the shit my uncle started and now we have a real future. A real
legitimate
future. I won’t apologize to you or anyone. So like I said, I’m interested in getting to know you. But if you’re looking for some bad boy who’s gonna treat you like shit ... if that’s your thing, I’ve got nothing for you.”
 

Silence hung between us. I could see a furious pulse beat in Scarlett’s temple. Her naked breasts rose and fell with her hard breaths. Whatever she was working out behind her eyes, she settled it by leaning forward and cupping my chin in her hand. She kissed me. It was soft and light but held the promise of something else.
 

I don’t know what she was looking for and in that moment I didn’t care. It only mattered that it seemed like my answers had satisfied her for now. And I couldn’t hold back another second.
 

This time, I let her draw me down until she straddled me. I placed my hands on her hips to steady her as she reared up and brought herself down on me. I was stiff and hard, my balls felt full to bursting. I let out a groan as my cock slid into her hot, slick pussy and it felt like home.
 

“Fuck,” I managed to whisper. And then Scarlett had no self-control left either. She ground and pulsed up and down on me. She threw her head back and let it fall forward, her curtain of hair brushing against my chest. I held her hands in mine, letting her set the pace. Her breasts swung heavy and wild and I leaned up to suck her nipples. She arched her back to bring them closer. She tasted so sweet. I loved the way I could raise gooseflesh all over her from just the flick of my tongue. And I hadn’t even used it on the sweetest parts of her yet. I knew then I
would
get her to stay longer.
 

When Scarlett came, she screamed my name and it sent me over the edge right after her. I’d been careful before, but this time with Scarlett on top there wasn’t time. “Scarlett.” My voice came out choked and ragged.
 

She looked down and smiled. “It’s okay. I’m covered.”
 

“Fuck it,” I whispered. I knew I was a damn fool, but I couldn’t have stopped myself for anything. My balls twitched and I spilled my seed straight up into her. She cried out, her walls clenched around me, milking me as she rode out the last of her orgasm.
 

We climaxed together and she fell against me. I got my arms up just in time to catch her. Then I pulled her against me and kissed her.