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“Yeah, I’ve ticked the box with the club now. Done my bit in the distribution.”

“Good.” She stroked his strong forearms encircling her.

“You know that was all highly illegal, right?”

“I might have been stupid enough to marry an A-hole, but I’m not so stupid that I don’t know illegal arms dealing when I see it.”

“And you’re okay with that? Like really okay?”

She thought for a moment. “It wasn’t my deal. Nothing to do with me, so I can’t see how God would hold me accountable.”

“Okay…” He stretched out the end of the word as if expecting her to go on.

“It’s you, and the club, and Hudson, and I’m not going to change you or Hudson, or the way the MC works. Heaven knows my father tried to change him, that was never going to happen.”

“So going forward…you can handle the fact I don’t exactly have a day job, right?”

She twisted within his embrace to look at him. “I just want us to be together.”

He smiled. “Right answer.”

“I never thought I’d be as happy as I am right now,” she said.

“Hearing you say that makes me happy.” He kissed her, a deep soulful kiss that had her toes curling in her boots and her blood heating. His stubble scratched her chin, and he slid down the zipper on her jacket. Next thing she knew, he was cupping her left breast under her t-shirt.

She let out a small moan of longing. Just his touch reminded her of the orgasms she’d had with him and made her want more.

“You wanna be a real biker chick?” he murmured in such a low gravelly voice that her pussy clenched.

“Yes.”

“Then let me fuck you here, on the Harley. Bend you over it and take us both to Heaven.”

“But…” Her heart stuttered. “Someone might come.”

“Yeah, you and me will come, babe.” He chuckled.

Oh, she wanted to. She really did. She wanted everything. But out here?

She broke the kiss and looked around. A trail headed in either direction of the way they were facing, through the woods. Likely made by dog walkers.

“I … I can’t.” She swallowed, her throat tight. “What if…?”

He switched his attention to her other breast and tugged at her nipple through her bra. A shiver of need went through her.

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, you know that. I just wanted to let you know what was on my mind. What I had an idea to do.”

“Is that why you brought me here? To fuck outside, over the bike?”

He chuckled. “No. But holding you, feeling you”—he squeezed her breast—“made me want to make you climax again, the way you did last night.” He licked her hickey, his tongue warm and wet. “You remember getting this mark, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She was a little breathless. “I remember.”

“So how about…” His free hand slid up her right thigh, beneath the loose hem of her skirt. “I touch you, right where I know you like it.”

With her legs parted as she sat astride the bike, he had easy access to her panties and stroked directly over her clit.

She snatched in a breath and her thighs tensed. “Oh!”


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