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“And?”

“Your foster records.” My breath hitched as he wedged a knee between my thighs. “Your brother’s death. All of it.” I forced my eyes to flutter open. He was staring at me as he pushed against my crotch, letting me ride his thigh. I leaned closer, purposely grinding against his leg, savoring the feel of it. “I’m going to find who is setting you up even if I have to unearth every rock, every stone. I’ll do it. Don’t doubt it.” I would, too, but right now, I wanted to be close to him and closer to the demons he carried.

My mouth settled on his, and he met my pace, pushing a hand underneath my shirt and finding my breast so he could rub the nipple with his callused fingers, taunting it into a peak, pinching it while he kissed me back. He tore away from my mouth. “You like spying on me? Finding out my business?” Was he mad? I did kind of like knowing his business. His eyes were hard on mine. I was panting, my breath uneven. I wasn’t sure how it had accelerated so quickly. He was still a client, right?

“Kind of?”

I didn’t even know what I was doing. Pike wasn’t the sort of man I would typically seek a hook-up with. Even though my life intersected with made men, criminals, and Bratva, I didn’t date them. Yuppies that were looking for a quick roll in the hay. Clueless golden retrievers. Safe bedmates. Those were my usuals. The sex was pretty dull, but amazing hadn’t seemed within my reach. Maybe I was wrong, though. Amazing was right here.

“Turn around,” he said. “Lean over the bike.” My pulse rate sped up. That sounded dirty — something I’d never done.

My brain said I shouldn’t, but my body was desperate. He was turning me when I hesitated, bending me over the bike, ass in the air, so his cock was pushing against me through our clothes. He fumbled for a few minutes, undoing my buttons and pushing my pants to my ankles, but he managed to slide them down until I was leaning over in my thong.

“You’re so beautiful. Look at that ass.” Running a hand over me while I squirmed, he tugged the thong up so it cut into me, splitting me. “You’re so wet, Natasha.” He clucked his tongue. “Naughty. Unprofessional.” He caressed my inner thighs, the slickness there, taunting me with the fact that I was so wet, still holding my thong tight. “Gushing. Goddamn.”

“Just fuck me already,” I snapped as he spread my legs as far as the legs of my pants would let them go. He ignored me, touching me here and there, letting a knuckle brush my clit until I was on fire.

“Tilt that ass up, Natasha, show me that pretty pussy. Bend over further. Like that.” The thong was being moved to the side, but I was mindless with need, and he hadn’t done anything yet. Cool desert air whispered over my hot skin. “Hold tight.”

I turned my head over my shoulder to watch him as he rolled a condom on. His face was tight as his cock eased into me, the burn incredible as he rocked in an inch at a time. “Fuck you’re tight.” I tried to tilt further, but he put his hands on my hips as he stroked, stopping me. I sounded like a porn star as he rocked into me. I could feel him clear to my womb, even through the condom.

“Reach down and touch your clit,” he said as he slammed forward and set a steady rhythm bottoming out. I was overwhelmed by the sensations of him filling me, the constriction of my pants around my ankles, and those powerful hands on my skin so hard they would leave bruises. Grasping the leather of the bike seat, I could smell the gasoline and oil from the engine.

“I love this view. Your pussy feels so good. One day, I’m going to slide in here, too.” One finger feathered across my ass, and as sensations overwhelmed me, I came hard, milking his cock. He growled, surging forward with purpose, giving a few frantic strokes as he finished, his cock pulsing. Standing behind me, he stroked my back lazily. “Give me a second. Don’t move.”

He pulled out and turned from me, busying himself with condom disposal. If he thought I was going to lounge naked over his bike, he was mistaken. Pulling up my pants, I ignored the sticky underwear and rearranged my hair. He was a great lay, excellent, the best. It was good that he wasn’t a mind reader, although he probably already knew he was good in the sack. I couldn’t wait to tell Ronnie about it. However, it wasn’t very smart of me to sleep with a client. Seriously, who did that? I sighed. Well, now that I had, I could refocus. I nearly laughed out loud. I wasn’t sure how likely that was.

“You were supposed to stay there,” Pike complained as he returned from around the corner.

“With my bare ass in the air? Not likely. I’m not a dog.” Although, I wouldn’t mind a second round. Geez, mentally, I slapped myself. I just said that I was going to refocus. He looked distinctly uncomfortable. Edgy. I blurted, “Should we continue our ride? I liked it.”

“I did, too, baby. Do you mind? Just for a while?” The relief on his face was palpable.

Refastening my helmet, I waited for him to get onto the Harley, knowing that I’d never get onto the back again without remembering him fucking me over this bike and the sensation of his cock stroking into me. Damnit.

CHAPTER

SIX

PIKE

Pulling back to the front of the house, I turned off the bike and let the silence envelope the street. I wondered if I had been too rough with her or if I had crossed the line. Women like Natasha needed feelings and pretty words. I wasn’t sure if I knew any of them or if I had any of those in me to give. God knew that I hadn’t been given any in my life.

She braced on my shoulder as she slid off and unbuckled the borrowed helmet. Mentally, I made a note to buy her one in case she wanted to ride with me again. I had liked the feel of her pressed against me as we rode in the darkness. Usually, I wanted to ride alone, but Natasha didn’t press me about stopping or tried to talk in my ear. She added to my peace.

“Did you want to see the footage from the security cameras that Ronnie was able to catch?” Natasha asked as she undid her ponytail, shaking her hair upside down and rubbing her scalp. “I can text her to meet us on the back patio,” she offered.

“Ok.” I lowered the kickstand and followed her around the back of the house, giving the finger to the security camera, knowing that Dimitri was watching like a fucking hawk. What she’d told me had buzzed around angrily in my brain. It had to be someone in the game — another MC looking for an angle to exploit unless it was some undercover fed or something, which was always possible in MCs like ours. Some kind of DEA agent looking to score a big case. We were careful, even more so now that we’d upped our game with the Iron Brotherhood. It was a worry, though, thinking that a fed was on my back. That was never a good thing.

Kicking back on one of the outdoor couches on the patio, I waited while Natasha went inside to get Ronnie. Leaning back, I closed my eyes for a second and breathed in. Well, this was some shit, I thought, looking around the yard. I’d come a long way to be hanging out on patios like this, waiting on a classy chick. If Eli could see me now, he’d be surprised at how far I’d come. Then, the unmistakable greasy slick of shame slid over me, thinking about the brother I didn’t manage to save. I sat straight back up, uncomfortable.

“How was the ride?” Dimitri’s voice sounded from the doorway. The asshole could move like a ninja even though he was jacked. Lethal too. I’d hate to be on his bad side. I shrugged as if I didn’t care, but he nodded and came to sit in one of the chairs, passing me a beer.

“Good. Thanks, man.”

“Sounds like your alibi is all squared and tight.”

“Yeah, Natasha has it all handled.” I took a swallow of the beer. Dimitri liked the imports, I’d noticed. This was some fancy German beer, but he had good taste, even though I hated to admit it. “Thanks again for bringing her to help. Not sure how it would have worked out without her in my corner.” It was hard to accept help, but it was nice to know that Maddox and Dimitri were looking out for me.

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