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I want to know what she’s running from. I want to know about her past because she’s going to be my future. I’m sure it sounds cheesy as fuck, but I don’t care because it’s the truth. I don’t know how long she’s going to be my future, but I know she’ll be part of it… without a doubt.

Kyle makes her way back toward me, and without a word, I slide my hand around her waist and haul her against my chest. She gasps, placing her hands on my pecs as she tilts her head back to look into my eyes.

My lips twitch into a grin as I search her gaze in silence for a moment. “Gnaw,” she exhales.

“Invite me into your room tonight,” I murmur.

Her breath hitches, and I can tell she’s surprised by my bold demand. Instead of instantly denying me the way I thought she might, she clears her throat and swallows loudly.

“I’m going out to breakfast with all the girls and Dennis,” she breathes.

“I’ll be here waiting when you’re done,” I state.

I’m not giving her the option. I don’t know if she thought I was, but I’m not. I’m not going with her to the diner, but I’ll beright here waiting for her to return, and then I’m going back to her room with her. She gives me a small smile, then dips her chin in a nod.

“Okay,” she exhales.

And there it is.

Fucking amazing.

Beautiful.

Instead of kissing her the way instinctually I want to do, I give her a wink, release her, and take a step backward. Turning my back to her, I join my brothers because I know we have a bunch of shit to talk about, and I want to get it over with as soon as possible.

“She looks damn good, brother. Although I wouldn’t think you’d go after someone who didn’t,” Clink mutters.

Reaching for the only beer that is fresh and not in someone’s hand in front of me, I lift it to my lips and take a pull. I think about his words. Go after someone. Is that what I’m doing here? I mean, sure, I want her. I want to fuck her and maybe keep her, but going after her like an old lady? I’m not sure that’s something I want.

Then again, if I just wanted to get laid, I could think of a dozen other women who would spread. I don’t think this is one of them, though. I mean, sure, I plan on fucking her tonight. But I can already tell that Kyle isn’t a one-and-done girl. And I don’t think I could even one-and-done her.

I know, down to my dick, that I’m going to want her over and over and over again.

She is not going to be someone who I can just fuck and forget. There are women like that. I’ve been with them a lot.

Kyle is not one of them.

My eyes scan the room, and I watch as the last patrons leave the main bar and then the ones who file out of the back rooms. One by one, until the last one vanishes.

My brothers are chatting with Sal, but I can’t even listen to a single word they’re saying. All I can hear are voices that sound a lot like white noise. They’re talking about plans, about how they want the new buildings to look inside and out. I don’t really give a fuck about aesthetics.

I care that it makes the club money, but even that is not my main concern. My only concern right this moment is Kyle. I’ve become obsessed with her, and I haven’t even tasted her yet. But I will. I’m going to taste every square inch of that girl before I’m through with her.

“You good?” Atomic mutters beside me. Tearing my gaze away from Kyle, I look over to him.

He’s watching me, but he’s wearing a smirk, and his eyes are dancing like he thinks this shit is hilarious. It probably is. When the tables were turned, I sure as shit thought him pining after Shawn was downright hilarious at times.

And here I am, succumbing to this creature I don’t even know, and yet I’m so drawn to her that I can’t even breathe right. It’s ridiculous, really. I’ve never felt this way before, and honest to fuck, I hope I don’t ever feel this way again.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

KYLE

The girls,Dennis, and I leave the bar. Climbing into the passenger seat of Bren’s Jeep, I close the door and look over at the bikes parked in front of the building. They’re sleek, black, sexy—God, I cannot handle this man.

“Oh, girl. You don’t handle a man wearing a Dark Horse MC cut,” Bren states. “He handles you.”

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