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“Babe, it’s not…”

“No, it’s ok. Thank you for coming to get me.”

She moved onto the first step, bringing her almost eye to eye with me.

“Thank you for bringing me home.”

She pressed her hand to my chest and leaned forward, kissed my cheek and turned away so quickly I almost missed it.

Before she could take another step, I said, “Fuck it.”

I grabbed her wrist, turned her back around, and pressed my lips to hers. I brought my other hand up to cradle her face as I licked the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. Herlips parted as I brushed my tongue along the inside of her mouth.

Sliding my hand from her cheek down to the side of her neck, I slid my thumb under her chin and tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She melted into me, and my body buzzed as my dick hardened and pressed roughly against my zipper, begging me to take more.

I knew I needed to stop, so I pulled back to look at her.

Her eyes were closed. She was so beautiful.

How would I stay away from her?

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gazed into my eyes.

Did she see it?

Could she see me?

Her head tilted as though confused.

I had to leave.

“Dream of me tonight,” I whispered, before turning back to my bike. I climbed on and rode back to the clubhouse. Leaving her on the steps, watching me run like a coward.

Shit.

I was so fucked.

Chapter Thirteen

Blade

The clubhouse was quiet this morning, with only a few brothers lounging around. Sitting at the bar, I found myself re-evaluating every decision I’d made afterreturning from the dead.

I shouldn’t have given up.

I should have fought for us.

Instead, I walked away with my tail between my legs. Letting go of the one person who meant everything to me.

“Mornin’, brother,” Jack chirped, slapping me on the back as he sat down next to me.

I grumbled, “Morning.”

“Is Beck ok?”

I looked over at Jack. I didn’t ask him about what happened with Grant last night. We’d talk about that in church later.

My priority was Becca.

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