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  What an odd question.

  “Well, yeah. You’re not going to mug me are you?”

  His face breaks into a grin, and I realize he’s got these amazing dimples. A biker with dimples. He’ll probably shoot me if I tell him how cute he is.

  “No. But you were right. No quick fuck.” Another smile. Another peek at his dimples. Unreal. A couple seconds after shutting him down and he’s amused.

  “Is that right?” My voice barely rises above the thumping in my chest.

  He leans in closer, warm lips brushing against my ear. “Yeah.”

  Desire shivers down my spine. “Let’s go.”

  * * *

  Zero

  I’ve finally met my match. Not that the girls who hang out at my MC aren’t eager and willing. But holding an actual conversation with one can be rough. This girl. I almost want to talk to her as much as I want to fuck her.

  Sex wins, but it’s close and that’s new for me.

  Outside the bar, I reach over and take her hand without thinking. Dangerous move, maybe. She glances down at our intertwined fingers as if she’s as surprised as I am.

  She directs me to her house with a series of taps against my shoulder and somehow I find the secluded, wooded driveway. “You live here all by yourself?” I ask as soon as I shut the bike down.

  “Yeah, you’re safe,” she teases.

  Lights flood the front yard. “Motion sensors,” she explains. “Don’t worry, my dad’s not waiting up for me or anything.”

  “So this is your parent’s house?”

  She cocks her head and drills me with a serious stare. “No. It’s mine. Bought and paid for it myself.”

  This seems important to her, so I nod. “Cool. I respect that.” I do. I’ve worked hard for everything I have. Even if some of that work is outside the law. So I got respect for anyone who makes their own way.

  Our feet crunch over the gravel drive. She’s walking slow and I glance over and catch her watching her feet. “I usually park closer to the porch,” she mutters. Shit, I hadn’t been thinking about her heels and the uneven ground.

  “Sorry.” I pull her close and swing her up into my arms.

  “Ahh!” she gasps and taps my chest. “Put me down.”

  “No way. This’ll be quicker.”

  “Eager, huh?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  When my foot hits her bottom step, I loosen my hold, allowing her to slide down my body in the most seductive way possible. She lands on the next step but keeps her arms looped around my neck, so we’re nose to nose. “You’re charming for a biker thug.”

  “Don’t get the wrong idea.”

  “I already have a lot of wrong ideas.” She swoops in and presses her lips against mine. For a second I’m too surprised to respond. Not used to chicks makin’ the first move. My hands move first. Sliding right down her tight curves to squeeze her ass and pull her tight to me. She gasps and I use her surprise to take her mouth hard and urgent. After letting me have my way with her lips and tongue, she throws her head back, inviting me to taste her skin.

  “You do this a lot don’t you?” she asks, breaking my concentration. “I bet the girls take one look at you and can’t drop their panties fast enough.” Her husky, raw voice fuzzes my brain so bad it takes a second for her words to sink in.

  “You want me to ask the same question, sugar?” My voice has an edge to it—a mix of pissed off and turned the fuck on.

  “Go ahead.” She grins as if she thinks she’s gonna beat me at some game.

  “Shut up,” I say instead and her smile widens. She’s beautiful and cocky enough to make me think stupid things. My fingers twist into all her think long, hair, pulling her against me for another taste of her mouth. Why’d her assumption bother me so much? Because it’s true or because I want more than one night out of her? This time, I can’t pry myself away. Eager soft hands slide under my cut, slipping it down my shoulders. She pulls away to examine the leather.

  “It’s heavier than I thought,” she whispers while tracing her fingers over the back patch. “Skull and crown. Oddly pretty.” She folds it gently over her arm and leads me to her porch swing. She pushes me down into the swing, and it’s strangely reminiscent of getting a lap dance. Except, I can touch her. So I do.

  My hands skim up her sleek legs right up under her dress. When my thumbs brush against the skinny string at her hip, I yank hard snapping it, and tearing the underwear from her.

  Her husky laughter fills the air teasing my dick. “You owe me a pair of panties now.”

  “I’ll happily pay up.” My fingers seek and stroke against her slick, bare skin and she hisses. I can’t help but lean and kiss the area I’m touching. She gasps and twists her fingers in my hair.

  Suddenly, I’m consumed with the need to see every inch of her body. Take my time. Explore and savor this woman. I’ve had enough quick, sweaty, anonymous hook-ups in the dark. “Let’s go inside.”

  “It’s fun on the porch swing.” She steps back and slides her hands over her dress, putting everything in place. Well, everything but the panties I ripped off. Will it be too creepy of me to stuff them in my pocket and keep ‘em as a trophy?

  “I’m sure it is, but I’m not into getting mosquito bites on my balls.”

  That makes her laugh and back up a step. I use the space to push out of the swing and wrap my arms around her, lifting her against me.

  At the door, she leans down and pushes it open.

  “Don’t you lock that?”

  “No one locks their doors out here.”

  I shake my head. But I’ll have to address her security needs later.

  I twist the lock behind us before carrying her farther into the house.

  Lilly

  “Bedroom?”

  “Guess,” I tease and he groans.

  His hand squeezes my ass and I almost wriggle out of his hold. “Careful, I don’t want to drop you, sugar.”

  “I know you won’t.”

  A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He has to be the most ridiculous combination of sexy, dangerous and impish, I’ve ever met.

  Maybe one night with him is a bad idea. Except I can’t possibly see there being anything else between us.

  When he reaches my room, he sets me down next to my bed gently. Before I make another move, he tucks his finger under my chin and tips my head up to meet his winter-blue eyes. “You sure you still want this?”

  “Be more specific.”

  His mouth twists into a wry smile. “You sure you still want my cock?”

  “Oh, yes. You’re not getting away now.”

  He grins even wider and slides his finger down my neck, over my collarbone to the edge of my dress. “Take this off.”

  Our eyes lock as I reach behind me to pull the zipper down and lower the dress. He doesn’t back up even an inch, so I end up letting it drop to the floor and kicking it to the side.

  “Keep going,” he growls, just loud enough for me to make out the words.

  “Not fair.”

  “Who said this was going to be fair?” His words are cocky, but his breathing has picked up.

  I thrust my chin at him and cross my arms over my chest to stop the trembling. Guys don’t usually make me nervous. “Lose the shirt.” The words come out with more confidence than I’m actually feeling.

  “I knew you were going to be fun,” he mutters as he slips his T-shirt over his head and tosses it on top of my discarded dress. Oh, Jesus, that’s nice. He’s big. Everywhere. Rough, tattoos flowing over every inch of skin. Beautiful, intricate pieces of art that must have taken many hours to complete. He’d be intimidating except for the smile and dimples.

  I raise an eyebrow and he chuckles. His hands work his belt loose, shoving his jeans down his legs. He falters for a second while he works his boots off, then pushes everything to the side.

  His hand grips my hip, pulling me close, so his face can nuzzle my neck. His raspy cheek, rough against my skin. “Your turn,
” he whispers.

  * * *

  Zero

  * * *

  The heat pouring off Lilly fucks with my head. But it’s no match for her naked skin. Losing the bra and panties almost makes me lose my mind. I have to step back so I can take all of her in.

  I rub my hand over my chin, wiping away any stray traces of drool. “Fuck me, you must have made a fortune dancing.”

  She snorts. “That’s a few years behind me.”

  Whatever. I’d hire her right this second…and end up beating every man who looked at her half to death.

  “I don’t like that you’re comparing me to other—”

  I stop her before she finishes the ridiculous thought. “Trust me, there’s no comparison. Turn around.”

  She chuckles but complies. I’m glad she’s facing away. Because my dropped-jaw expression probably makes me look like a dipwad who’s never seen a naked chick in his life. But fucking hell, she’s hot. Her hips curve perfectly to fit my hands as I yank her against me. My lips find her shoulder, kissing a path to her ear. “You’re fucking perfection.”

  “Thank you.”

  Love her confidence. I’m so over chicks who offer weak denials when you pay them a compliment. She trembles as my hands make their way from her hips, to cup her tits. Also perfect. And real. Everything in me is screaming to get inside this woman, but still, I take my time. She leans against me and sighs. “I have condoms in the top drawer.” She tips her head to the side toward her nightstand.

  “Condoms, plural, huh?”

  “Definitely.” She reaches back and gives my cock a quick squeeze through my briefs. “I think the first time will be pretty quick.”

  I’m too amused to be insulted. Besides, she’s probably right. Her breasts are still in my hands, and I squeeze gently, loving the feel of her soft round flesh against my rough hands. Her nipples beg for my thumbs to brush over the stiff tips. She whimpers and arches her back, driving her ass right into my dick. Another second of this and I’ll snap. My hand glides down her belly, then over her mound, fingers dipping between her thighs and along her slick lips.

  “You want me?”

  She replies by moaning and wiggling against my hand. Gasps when I find her opening and shove two fingers inside. “Spread your legs.” I dip down to get a better angle as she does what I ask, and I’m loving the feel of her slick heat squeezing my fingers. My thumb brushes against her clit and she jolts. “You close?”

  She hums and shakes her head.

  “That’s hot, but I need some words, Lilly. Tell me.”

  “No. Not yet.”

  Honesty. I like it.

  “Get on the bed.”

  She turns and perches on the edge of the bed. Her hands dive for my underwear, tugging it down my legs and she follows it to the floor. Kneeling in front of me, she glances up and smiles. One of her hands wraps around my cock, stroking a few times before taking me in her mouth.

  “Fuck!” My hands tangle in her hair and I forget everything. Her tongue swirls over the tip, while her hand strokes my shaft. “Fuck, that’s good.” She takes me deeper gliding forward and back. Best head I’ve ever had. I’m much too close to the edge, and this isn’t how I want things to go down. Reaching over, I snag open her drawer and yank out a condom. She keeps sucking, and licking right up until I’ve got the condom ready to roll down my dick, then pulls away with a smile on her face. “Get up on the bed.”

  She hops up on the bed and scoots back, resting on her elbows, knees wide. Hot as fuck. Especially with that secret smile curving her reddened lips. As I crawl up her body, she loops her arms around my neck. “I think you’re the hottest man who’s ever been in my bed.”

  I lower my mouth to kiss her. To shut her up, because I don’t want to think about her with anyone else. I thrust hard and she moans into my mouth. My hand cups her face, thumb brushing her cheek. I have to pound into her or die. She gasps, moans, then screams out a stream of sexy curses as she finds her release.

  “You’ve got a filthy mouth, Lilly.”

  She sucks in a deep breath and her lips tilt into a satisfied smirk. “You’ve got a wicked cock.” Her words are low and husky. They’re my undoing.

  A few short thrusts and my cock explodes. “Fuck!”

  I roll to the side, taking her with me, pulling her close. Kissing the top of her head, I brush her sweaty hair off her forehead and she smiles up at me. “Going to stick around for round two?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She smiles even wider and after a second slips out from underneath me. “Be right back.”

  Too spent to move, I watch her sexy ass sway out of the room.

  After I spot a wastebasket to toss the condom in, she still hasn’t returned. Since we just met and all, I throw on my briefs before leaving the bedroom to find her. Because I’m a practical guy, I pluck a condom out of the nightstand drawer and tuck it in my waistband.

  The house is dark, but a soft glow from the kitchen leads me to Lilly. As my feet touch the cold, tile floor, she turns.

  “Hey, I was just grabbing some water,” she explains.

  My mouth can’t form any words. I’m too twisted from watching her stand casually naked in her kitchen. Instead, I walk up behind her, put my hands on her hips and yank her against me. The way her body softens against mine brings my lips to her shoulder. She shivers as I kiss my way to her ear. “Aren’t you worried about someone spying on you?”

  We are after all standing in front of her kitchen window. Except for the bedroom, none of her windows seem to have any coverings.

  “No one’s around for a few miles,” she answers and I grin when I hear the quiver in her voice.

  A second later, I’m laughing when she rubs her ass against my hardening dick. The friction knocks the little foil packet out of my waistband. Lilly reaches down and plucks it up off the floor.

  She turns and faces me with a raised eyebrow. “Feeling hopeful?”

  My shoulders lift. Can’t help my grin from spreading. “Safety first.”

  “I like that.”

  Lucky me.

  She loops her arms over my shoulders. Big brown eyes blink up at me. “What did you have in mind?”

  “Haven’t thought that far ahead.” Behind her, I see she set out two glasses of water. “Were you bringing me water too?”

  Her brow wrinkles in the cutest way. “Yes. Why?”

  It’s fuckin’ sweet, that’s why. I can already tell something’s different about this encounter. About this woman.

  “Thanks,” I answer, reaching past her to grab one of the glasses. Downing it in a few swallows.

  She jumps when I thump the glass on the counter. “Come here.”

  “I’m already plastered against you. How much closer do you want to get?”

  Fuck, that mouth of hers is a turn on.

  I hook my arm tighter around her, pulling her closer. Our lips meet with no hesitation. We’re touching at every point—our mouths, her soft breasts against my hard chest, but it’s not enough. Obviously, she feels the same way, because she claws at me, shoves her hands into my hair, holding me still. We’re a frantic jumble as I back her out of the kitchen. No way can I make it all the way to her bedroom. She must agree, because she pulls me into the living room, shoving my underwear down my hips before we even reach the couch.

  “Turn around,” I demand. “Let me see that ass again.”

  She smirks, but turns. Shakes her ass at me as she drapes herself over the end of the couch.

  “Don’t worry, sugar. I’m gonna fuck you.”

  Her low, throaty laugh gets me even harder and I struggle to rip open the condom packet and get it on. She arches and bounces up on her tiptoes, eager and playful. In a smooth thrust, I enter her. We both gasp and groan at the shock.

  “Fuck,” she moans, low and throaty. The sounds she makes set me off and I’m grabbing her like a wild fuckin’ animal. Holding onto her hips, thrusting into her. She spasms and clenches around my cock, coming
fast and hard.

  She reaches back, wrapping her hands around my forearms. I’m fuckin’ gone, my rhythm shot to hell as I keep pounding into her. I can’t help shouting as I push into her once, twice, then again as my orgasm takes over. The whole time, she’s whispering filthy words of encouragement.

  I slump over her back, careful not to crush her against the arm of the couch.

  After a couple seconds, she wriggles until I stand, pulling her up with me.

  Another one of her sexy smirks almost does me in.

  “Maybe we should grab a nap before round three,” she says with a teasing smile.

  This can’t be the only night I spend with Lilly. “Fuck, yeah.”

  2

  Christmas Gift

  Originally published in

  Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings MC #2.5)

  * * *

  Zero

  I shouldn’t visit Lilly tonight.

  Not on Christmas Eve.

  She comes from a big, tight-knit family, so she’s probably not even home.

  It’s fuckin’ stupid for me to drive all the way up to see her. Especially if I just want to get laid.

  I can do that back at the clubhouse.

  Until half an hour ago, I’d been at my own awkward family dinner. My blood family, not the MC. Tricky business navigating the minefield of family relations around the holidays. Eventually, people drank too much and started listing all the ways you’ve disappointed them with the way you’re living your life. I’d managed to stay until a physical unease built up so strong, it pushed me out the door.

  Way too fucking cold to ride my bike, I’m trapped in my black truck, racing up the Northway.

  To see a girl who may not want to see me. Who fuck, may not even be home. Or even worse, if she is home, may have some other guy over.

  I do not like that idea.

  At all.

  I blame my best friend, Rock for my predicament. I’d never have met Lilly if he wasn’t so damn obsessed with Lilly’s friend—his former lawyer—Hope. Sweet as they come, Hope is the last woman you’d expect to find dating an MC president. Sometimes it shocks me she’s managed to stay friends with Lilly for so long. All class and beauty on the outside, with the foulest mouth and an appetite for sex to match any man, Lilly keeps me on my toes.