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“Sorry I haven’t ridden out to see you guys lately,” he apologized. “Between prospecting and slinging ink at Hellbound, I’ve had my hands full.”

She patted him on the cheek. “I know, but your mama has been asking me about you, and I felt bad because I couldn’t tell her that you came over for dinner, and I sent you home with leftovers to make sure you had home-cooked food.”

Matteo rolled his eyes. “She knows I can cook for my-damn-self. She’s the one who taught me.”

“You know how mothers are.” Bridget shrugged. “We worry.”

He waved his hand down the length of his body. “The next time you talk to mine, you can let her know that I am looking as fine as ever, just so long as Mac isn’t around when you do it. I might be family, but that wouldn’t stop him from kicking my ass in a fit of jealousy.”

One minute, I was laughing at his request, and then it felt as though all the air had been stripped from my lungs when Ilocked eyes with Connor. He was stalking toward me, but his attention was centered on Matteo.

“Fanculo.”

I didn’t feel the same humor that I had when my stubborn refusal to leave had made him swear. Not when I was the reason he’d gotten on the wrong side of the president of the club he wanted to join. Taking a big step away from him, I muttered, “Sorry.”

Bridget let out a low whistle. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Jared is going to have so much fun with this after all the crap King has given him about being whipped by me over the years.”

Connor ignored her verbal taunt as he asked, “Are you done?”

He was staring down his prospect as though he was about to murder him.

“Just came in to see Bridget, Prez. Got no designs on your woman,” Matteo promised.

“Good,” he gritted out before throwing me over his shoulder.

Gasping, I reached down to grip his waist. With how he was holding my legs against his chest, I didn’t have to worry about him dropping me, but it still felt weird to be carried this way. And oddly sexy since it was Connor.

If he had been anyone else, I would’ve alternated between plank and fetal positions to throw him off balance. I’d also do as much damage as possible to his eyes, ears, and throat until he dropped me. Then I’d go for his balls, kidneys, and knees. Preemptive strikes against vulnerable parts of an opponent’s anatomy helped level the field when someone my size was up against a guy as big as Connor. But the last thing I wanted to do was hurt the man who’d swept me off my feet—literally and figuratively.

He didn’t stop moving until we were back at his house, and he tossed me on his bed, his eyes still on fire as he leaned over me.

I couldn’t help the laugh escaping my lips as I looked up at him. “You know I let you take me away like that. If I wanted to, I could have stopped you.”

He smirked, leaning over me so I could practically taste the whiskey still on his lips from his drink while talking to Mac. “I’d like to see you try.”

I barely let him get the last words out before I went for a modified upa technique. With his palms pressed against the mattress, all I had to do was combine a bridge with a thigh bump to his butt, breaking his posture forward. Once he was close enough, I secured his arm to my chest and swung my leg over his on the same side. Then I bridged my hips as high as I could go before rolling to the side to get on top of him.

Instead of looking scared or even impressed, there was a lusty haze behind his eyes as his fingers traced up my arms. “That was fucking hot.”

“Yeah? You need me to beat you up some more?” I teased with a laugh, leaning over so my words fell onto his lips.

“Only if you’re beating up my cock with that greedy pussy of yours because this is a perfect angle,” he said with a growl, his hands cupping my butt.

“Since I’ve never ridden before, I might need you to guide me,” I whispered, placing the lightest kiss on his lips.

“You better not have.” He swatted one of my butt cheeks, just hard enough that I felt the soft sting. “Your pussy is all mine.”

I loved when he got all possessive, even though there had never been anyone else before him. But it was definitely a two-way street. “And your dick had better be all mine from now on.”

“It damn well is, Stella,” he agreed fiercely. “You’re the only woman I want. The only one I need. Fuck, the only one I even see.”

“Those are some pretty words for my gruff biker.” I swiveled my hips, feeling a surge of confidence at his confession. “I think you deserve a reward for them.”

He groaned. “Hell yeah, baby.”

He sealed his words by crushing his lips to mine, our tongues tangling as I pressed my body against him. I felt every hard edge, including his thick dick that was notched against my core.

His hands roamed over my body, pushing the cut off my shoulders, then peeling away my shirt and bra before tossing them somewhere on the side of the bed. I gasped into his mouth when his hands went to my breasts, his fingers slowly circling my nipples as they peaked into hardened buds.

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