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She gasped, her tongue darting out to meet mine. I palmed her breast, squeezing it roughly through the fabric of her dress. She whimpered into my mouth, grinding herself against my cock. Fuck, she was going to kill me. Just the smell of her alone had me dying with the need to be inside her.

“You’re so goddamn wet for me, aren’t you?” I growled, slipping my hand beneath her dress. She nodded frantically, her nails digging into my shoulders. I located her drenched panties,my fingers tracing circles around her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

“Please,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire. I smirked, and my fingers went to the zipper of my jeans, ready to release my hard cock.

Suddenly, the silence shattered when a truck roared into view, its high beams cutting through our intimate paradise like invasive searchlights. It pulled into a parking spot at the other end of the lot, our secluded haven disrupted by loud country music blaring from its stereo and loud laughter from its occupants.

As we caught our breath, I pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Fuck, we’ll have to finish this later,” I whispered into her hair, trying to cool my body down and not continue despite the rowdy teenagers on the other end of the parking lot.

“Yes,” she whispered back, the huskiness in her voice telling me she was trying to cool down the heat in her body just like me.

I turned back around, and we put our helmets on and, with our bodies still on fire for each other, we got back on the road.

In front of her place, she hopped off and leaned in to let me kiss her long and deep before standing back, her face flushed once more. “How about you be my date tomorrow for Jonesy and Sarah’s wedding?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you,” she replied, smiling almost shyly. “I was going anyway, but with you it’ll be...” she let her words trail off.

“Perfect,” I finished for her. “I’ll pick you up at eleven.”

With her nod, I kicked my bike into gear and headed back to the clubhouse. Inside, I made my way to the bar, my body still buzzing with need. I looked around the room at the women and knew I could easily take care of it, but none of them were Madeline and that made all the difference.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Chapter Fourteen

MADELINE TOOK OFFher helmet, her laughter brightagainst the rumble of arriving motorcycles. “My hair is such a mess,” she said, adjusting her dress and reaching into the saddlebags for her purse. “I’ll need to freshen up.”

I offered my arm with a playful bow. “Well then, my good lady, let me show you the way.”

She looped her arm through mine, her smile radiant enough to slay me every time, and we headed inside. The clubhouse was packed to the brim, the air vibrating with the continuous arrival of more bikes. The roar of engines outside blended with the lively chatter inside.

Slipping my arm around Madeline, I felt a surge of pride. The most beautiful woman here was with me. “Oh, Madeline! Over here!” someone shouted, and we both turned to see Casimir weaving through the crowd toward us. How did she knowhim?

“It’s so crowded in here I’m about to faint,” Casimir announced, his eyes widening as he looked at Madeline’s hair. “Oh, Madeline honey, let’s go fix that hair. You’re doing me wrong coming in here like this!”

Madeline touched her hair, her voice soft but raised to be heard over the din. “I know. I’m heading to fix it now.”

“Come with me,” he insisted, taking her arm. “Daphne and Aislynn just headed to freshen up; we’ll join them.”

Madeline glanced at me, her eyes questioning. “I’ll be right back. Will you wait here?”

I kissed her cheek. “Yep, I’ll be by the bar.”

Navigating through the throng, I made my way to the bar, finding no empty stools. I leaned against the wall, scanning the room for Midnight but coming up empty. “Jesus, it’s fucking packed in here,” Leather growled as he joined me, side-eyeing with a smirk. “Did I see you looking all cozy with Mandy?”

I didn’t like how he said her name and snapped, “She’s Madeline to me.”

He raised his hands in mock surrender. “I wasn’t disrespecting her. How was I supposed to know her real fucking name? She was Mandy when I worked Twisted Heat.”

“Didn’t mean to get defensive but... you know,” I mumbled, my words trailing off.

“Yeah, I know, brother. I’ll kill anyone that disrespects my ol’ lady,” Leather chuckled, though his eyes held a deadly seriousness. “Just surprised to see you with a chick and not just a sweet butt.”

“Same here,” Hillbilly said, squeezing into the space beside us. “And I see Casimir is her friend too. Please let him be your problem and give me a break.”

“I don’t have the patience you do,” I joked.

“Where’s Jonesy?” Leather asked. “Figured since you’re the best man you’d be together.”

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