Page 10 of The Crime of Intensity

Leaning back, I place my hand on my belt buckle and rumble, “I do a lot of things, babe. You have to be more specific for me to answer that question correctly.”

“The ranch. I saw you there when Ronald mentioned it was for sale. You were the only one there and now it’s sold. You bought it, didn’t you? What’s next? Taking my fucking job? Why are you even here? You’re not the one who was born in this town. Do you like to piss me off? Does it get your dick hard? Well, I hope it shrivels up spending your lonely life living here because I’ve had enough. I’m leaving.”

She whirls around to stomp out the door and I’m on my feet within my next breath. “I bought it for us.”

Snorting she growls, “Bullshit. Unless ‘us’ means you and your ego. You’re worming your way into this town by flashing your badge and forcing other’s hands to get what you want.”

Okay, I can hardly deny that one ’cause she’s mostly right.

“Is it so hard to believe I want you?” I ask, deciding to come clean instead of defending myself which would lead to a useless discussion.

She crosses her arms under her tits and pins me with a hard stare. “You want to fuck me? Is that why you’re moving into town, took a lower job than your expertise requires, and bought a home you don’t want to live in, all because you want inside my pussy?”

A smirk slides across my face. I should be aware of the fact that she’s laying a trap, but hearing her talking about fucking her, wanting inside her pussy? The lust is overriding my brain with the visuals she just planted inside my head.

“Fine,” she huffs. “Get naked, bend me over my desk, fuck me hard, and then leave. Then there will be no other reason for you to stay.”

Okay, this is not what I was expecting. The dilemma thrown my way is a hard one. My cock is harder, that’s for sure, but man do I want to jump on the chance to get inside her. I can either call her bluff and see if it is all bluff…or we end up fucking. She might think it’ll be over and done with one time, but I’ve never felt like I needed a reminder to breathe whenever I look at her.

No other woman takes my breath away. Kathleen is the one who has made me aware of the fact that breathing is vital for living just by merely looking at her. That’s what this woman does to me.

“We can fuck now, tomorrow, or any day of the week. Especially when we’re living together on Ronald’s ranch. I wasn’t lying and I’m not bullshitting you, boss lady. I don’t want your job, or this town if you’re not right there with me. Because if I did, I would have taken the position instead of taking one underneath you.”

It’s time to lay out all the cards. “I’m here because of you. I want you as my old lady and I’m man enough to work underneath you because I know we’re equal in knowledge and strength. I don’t fucking care where I live as long as I have what I need and this job as underboss fills the crime-solving part my brain needs.”

“Old lady?” She narrows her eyes. “Didn’t you turn in your president patch and leave Cowboy Bikers MC Lawmen? You became a Nomad. That doesn’t make sense to rattle how you want to settle.”

Out of everything I threw at her that’s what she questions?

I shoot her a wink and declare, “Didn’t you hear, babe? I’m a full member of Iron Hot Blood now.”

Her eyes go wide and she whispers, “No.”

CHAPTER FIVE

– KATHLEEN –

“My town, workplace, and personal space weren’t enough?” I grit. “You have to take my MC, my fucking family as your own as well?”

He slowly inches closer and I wait for him to be close enough to punch his fucking lights out.

The arrogant man slowly shakes his head. “I’m not taking anything from you, in fact, I’m dedicated to giving you everything you’ll ever need.”

I stare him down–thinking the man has definitely taken a side road and hit the freaking twilight zone–when I become aware of the intensity of his stare. The way he’s holding his body? Legs slightly spread, arms crossed in front of his chest…it’s as if he’s bracing for a fight. A fight to…to…to prove him wrong?

“You’re serious,” I grit, realizing the fact that in some twisted way, he’s telling me he wants me.

Me. As his old lady. And he won’t take no for an answer from anyone, including me.

All I get is a tight nod. Holy freaking crap. I grew up in an MC filled with overbearing Neanderthals. My father, just like all his club brothers, claimed their old lady practically at first glance. Of course, they took their time claiming them officially, because no sane person would throw themselves head-over-heels into a relationship.

Hell, I’ve seen it happen recently with both Rourke and Parker. Both of them showed patience and determination to get their old lady. They were both all in before Eastlynne and Cosima were ready to accept. Eastlynne due to her issues, and Cosima was dealing with the loss of her eyesight after an attack.

I rub my temples and mutter, “You’re crazy.”

I swear the fucker murmurs, “Crazy about you.”

Dropping my hands I grit, “You don’t even like me. The first time we met you dismissed me and my fucking abilities, preventing me from doing my job and there hasn’t been a change whenever you pop in and out of my town. So, why don’t you pop back out and leave me the hell alone?”

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