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“I agree. He’s the kind of brother that tries to stay above all the pettiness and competition and just do his job and earn a living.”

When Vapor is suspiciously silent, I suspect he thinks Jamus runs a prostitution ring or something. “He runs the tire shop attached to our clubhouse.”

“Oh, that’s okay then.”

I open my mouth to let him know that I don’t approve of all the illegal stuff the Hounds do, but he speaks first. “Want to get a shower and a good night’s sleep?”

“That depends. Does the offer come with the company of a hot biker?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you jerking my chain, sweetheart? I only ask because sex with a hot biker may have been something you enjoyed before you knew who I was. Now you know, and with everything else that just happened I would think that sex would be the last thing on your mind—and I’d be the last person you’d want.”

“If you don’t want me, just say so.”

He cuts me off before I even got the last word fully out of my mouth. “Fuck, yeah, I want you. But not if it’s because you think you need to repay me for taking you somewhere safe just now. That’s not how I operate.”

“Life’s short and in my case unpredictable. We might not see each other again. If my grandfather catches up with me, I’m going to be forced to spend the rest of my life married to a man who wasn’t my first choice. I might grow to love him, and I might not. All I know is that if tonight is my last chance of normality before the shit hits the fan, then I’d like to spend it with you.”

Chapter 13

Vapor

Talk about being floored. Once we got back to my shop, I was half expecting an ear bashing from Trix, especially when I told her about her friend being in our clubhouse cells. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but I want to protect her from the world. The thought of her being married off like a piece of property disgusts me and I am going to try and make sure that doesn’t happen. The thought of her being with anyone else also sends a sharp stab of jealousy through me. I know it’s crazy to think we could ever be together, but maybe one last night will give both of us memories to sustain us through whatever the future brings.

“You’ve got options. I’ll take you far away and help you get set up some place where they’ll never find you.” Moving closer, I take one of her hands in mine. “And if you decide you want to stay here with me, I’ll fight for you.”

Slipping her arms around me, she murmurs. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, I only wish it was possible.”

Pride rises in my chest to hear her kind words. I wrap her up in a bear hug. “Just so you know, we can cuddle and talk if you find that you’re not up to sex.”

“I’m the one who asked you for sex, remember?”

Pride and lust war for top place in my mind right now. “How could I forget getting an invitation from the woman I’ve been obsessing over. I’m crushing on you so hard it hurts.”

“Same. I know I freaked out a little when I found out you were with the Savage Legion but I’m slowly coming to the conclusion that you’re not all bad men.”

I want to say something sarcastic, but she’s been through enough. So instead, I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom so we can both have a nice relaxing shower.

When I reach for the shower, she suggests, “How about we have a bath together? A long soak would be amazing about now.”

My eyes glance over to the tub, I don’t think in all the years this shop has been a tattoo parlor that anyone has used it. But I quickly start throwing out the boxes of dressings and antibacterial wipes that are piled up in it.

Once it’s empty, I turn on the faucet. Thoughts of lounging naked with her in a warm bath seems both luxurious and relaxing and I squirt in some shower gel, so we have bubbles. It might not be the romantic candlelit bath of dreams, but it’s the best I can do. We always have music playing in the shop when we work. It’s usually Haze or Tank’s choice of classic rock, but I plug in my iPod and dial up some ambient chill out music.

When I turn around, she’s already removed her clothing and let her long blond hair down.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remember. Every time we’re together, it just makes me appreciate you all the more. I love how sensual your touch is and how you taste. I’m eager for that experience again,” I say as I start to pull off my t-shirt.

“Sometimes I feel like we have a mutual admiration society going between us. You’re hands down the most attractive man I’ve ever been with.”

She steps forward and helps me out of my shirt and then her hands drop to unbutton my pants. The zipper gives way as she slides her hands down into my boxers to cup my balls. I suck in a sharp breath, “You have soft hands.”

She slides her palms across my ball sack, spiking my lust. “I’ve been dying to go another round with you. It’s strange how all the drama in my life gets pushed aside in my mind when being with you becomes a possibility.”

Her words hit me right in the feels. Everything about this woman is precious. She’s worth fighting for, dying for if needs be. “I love how open we can be with each other, it makes me feel more connected to you.” I glance away, embarrassed to be so emotionally vulnerable.

She kisses my chest and shoves my jeans off my hips. When she turns to get into the tub, I kick off my shoes and step the rest of the way out of my pants and join her. I sit behind and she leans back against my chest. We fit perfectly in the tub. I leisurely soap my hands and run them over her stomach, breasts, and neck. Her soft groans of pleasure make my cock throb with need. She moves slightly, letting me know that my cock is stabbing her in the back. I reach down to readjust.

“Sorry about that. My cock has a mind of his own if you remember.”

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