Page 23 of Thornhill Road

I was a little disappointed when, at last, I saw the compound come into view.

He turned into the entrance but didn’t stop at the bar. Instead, he drove right past it, toward the furthest building on the lot. When he finally stopped and killed the engine, I let him go reluctantly. He held out a hand, the only signal I needed that it was time for me to dismount, so I did.

“Why didn’t you park closer to the bar?” I forced the words out of my mouth, needing to get my brain to focus on something other than the longing that beckoned between my legs. With my feet on the ground, I felt almost desperate for a release.

“We’re not going back to the bar,” he stated as he dismounted and turned to face me.

“We’re not?”

I barely finished my question before Mustang took hold of the side of my neck, held me steady, then crushed his mouth against mine.

My knees were instantly useless.

I grasped either side of his kutte and held on.

I knew he didn’t mind when he licked my lips open.

Reckless as it was, I moaned and pressed myself closer.

He kissed me deep and greedy.

It washeaven.

It was also exactly what I needed after our ride.

Except, if he didn’t give me more, I was going to combust.

As if he could read my mind, he broke our kiss and asked, “You still want to go back to the bar?”

I shook my head, tightening my grip on his kutte.

We understood each other.

I knew this because he got my purse out of his saddlebag and held it with one hand, taking one of mine in his other; then he started for what I would soon learn was the Wild Stallions clubhouse.

Still very turned on, I didn’t have the wherewithal to truly take in the details of the place. I noticed brick walls, cement floors, lots of leather couches, and a bar.

As Mustang pulled me along, I thought I saw two women making out while one guy watched. I looked away only to spot another man getting head across the room. When I shifted my eyes again and saw a couple getting dangerously close to having sex right there on the pool table, I squeezed Mustang’s hand and stared at the Wild Stallions patch on his back.

Then I remembered the tattoo on his knuckles.

I twisted our hands until I could see K-A-T-E spelled out across the knuckles of his left fingers.

I didn’t have a chance to think about what that could imply before Mustang pulled me down a hallway and through the fourth door on the left. It was a private room.Hisroom.

I knew this because I could make out the faint traces of his scent in the air.

He slammed the door behind us, dropped my purse on the floor, flipped on the overhead light, then hauled me into his arms.

I gasped in excitement, and he took advantage, plunging his tongue into my mouth.

At the beginning of the night, I promised myself I was going to keep my clothes on.

There was no way I was going to be able to keep that promise now.

I wanted Mustang more than I could remember wanting anyone—ever.

When he broke our kiss again, a soft whine escaped my lips.

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