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He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and sets me on the kitchen island, stepping in between my legs. My breathing is erratic. I’m so turned on, and the man has barely touched me. He leans in so close and I can feel his breath on my lips.

“Purr like a kitten?” he breathes against my lips. I can’t answer. My voice shriveled up and disappeared. I can’t think straight with him this close. “You see, I don’t want you to purr because of food,” he says, shaking his head. “I want you to purr for me while I’m buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours,” he whispers in my ear. My panties just went from wet to drenched. How the hell does he do this to me without touching me?

Before I can try to think of some kind of sassy retort, his lips are on mine. His lips are surprisingly soft. His tongue runs across my lips, begging for access, which I happily grant. Our tongues tangle while I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair. Viper groans against my lips. Viper’s squeezes my ass and brings me closer to the edge of the kitchen counter. When my hips meet his, I can clearly feel his erection through his jeans. Holy shit, the man is packing.

He grinds against me, and my breathing picks up even more. He breaks the kiss, giving my lungs some much-needed air. He kisses me along my neck, with a few nibbles. He takes my earlobe into his mouth, giving a little bite before he whispers in my ear.

“Tell me, baby, you want my cock just as much as I want that sweet pussy of yours, don’t you? You want me to do all kinds of dirty things to this gorgeous body of yours, don’t you?”

I’m a whimpering mess right now. My panties are for sure soaked. I have never been this attracted to a man in my life. Sure, I’ve had some boyfriends but never have I wanted to strip naked at the sight of seeing them. Viper does that to me. He makes me want to do a lot of things I’ve never thought of doing before.

Viper lowers his head to kiss me again and I hear Sara calling my name, breaking me out of my lust-filled fog. I push Viper away, grab my list, and hightail it out of the kitchen. As much as I want him, I don’t think I want everyone to know that I was about to lose my virginity on the kitchen counter. One thing I know for sure… that little scene in the kitchen is only the beginning.

ChapterSix

VIPER

One minute, I have Cara grinding against me, whimpering and moaning, and the next, I’m standing in the kitchen alone with a raging hard-on. Fuck. I almost blew my load in my jeans like a damn horny teenager.

Her body was so damn soft. When I grabbed on to her ass and squeezed it, I almost stripped her naked right there on the counter. She felt so good wrapped around me while I dominated her in that kiss. I took control and I could tell she was turned on by it.

Maybe she’s never had anyone take control like that before. I am more than willing to be that man to do that for her. Now that I know she wants me as much as I want her, I won’t stop until I make her mine. I come out of the kitchen and almost bump into Torch. His face is serious and I’m ready for this conversation.

“Don’t hurt her,” he finally speaks. “I knew this morning at breakfast that she was feeling you. My sister has never spoken to a man the way she did this morning, so I know there’s no point in telling her to stay away from you. So, I’m just going to tell you now. If you hurt my sister, Prez or not, I will come for you.”

Normally, I would knock a motherfucker on his ass for coming at me like this, but I get where he’s coming from, so I let it slide. This time.

“I have no intention of hurting Cara. Honestly, brother, I’ve never been this crazy about a woman before. I can tell you one thing for sure. If I have my way, by this time next year, Cara will be wearing my property cut, have my ring on her finger, and have my baby in her belly.”

Torch eyes bug out. I know he wasn’t expecting that at all. Saying that I’m going to give Cara my property cut, making her my Ol’ Lady, is sacred in the biker world. A property cut is the equivalent of marriage to bikers. Now, I know you hear property and think hell no, but it doesn’t mean she’s my property. It means she’s mine and under my direct protection. If you touch her, your head is mine.

“Damn, Prez, I did not expect that. You’ve only known my sister for twenty-four hours. How do you know you’re sure about making her your Ol’ Lady?”

“I can’t explain it, Torch. All I know is from the moment she hopped down out of that truck, she took my breath away. No matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s like she’s wrapped herself in my brain and around my heart and didn’t even give me a chance to fight it.”

The asshole laughs at me. I’m two seconds away from kicking his ass. This shit isn’t funny. I don’t even know who I am anymore. She’s turned me into some kind of lovesick poet or something.Love? Where the hell did that come from? I’m a goner for this woman.

“I’m not laughing at you, Prez. It’s just my dad said something similar about when he first saw my mom, that’s all.” He starts walking away, but then stops and turns back to me. “Good luck!” he says with humor in his eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I question him. Why the hell is he wishing me luck.

“Prez, you have no idea. My sister is batshit crazy. She can be sweet as pie one second, but cross her, and the woman is meaner than a pissed-off bull. That shit we saw last night with her and Candy. That was a tamer version of Cara.” He walks away without another word.

I’m frozen solid where I stand. I’m shocked, but not enough to walk away. If anything, I’m turned on. Being the Ol’ Lady to the Prez, she’s going to need to be tough. Even though we are completely legit, we have enemies, and I don’t put it past them to try and get to me through her. I’m broken out of my thoughts when I hear a scream behind me.

“You’re making her your Ol’ Lady?!” Candy shrieks. Yup. It’s time to nip this in the bud. I knew she was getting attached and I should have put a stop to it a long time ago. “Yes, Candy, I am. It would be wise for you to step back in your place, because if you give me any problems, I will not hesitate to throw your ass out of my club.” I walk away before she can answer. I have other shit to worry about, and she isn’t one of them.

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I’min my office finishing off my paperwork for the day. I hate paperwork but being prez, somebody has to oversee all the businesses. We have a fitness gym, tattoo shop, a bar, mechanic shop, pawn shop, a gun store, and recently we opened a strip club. Being located in Kissimmee, Florida, we get a lot of tourists through here so we’re always bringing in the money. A knock pulls my attention away from the mountain of papers on my desk.

“Come in!”

“Yo, Prez, foods ready and you won’t believe it. Those girls cooked a feast,” Axel says and walks back out.

I hurry to shut everything down. I’ve been looking forward to this since this morning. Walking into the dining hall, all kinds of smells hit me and every single one has me groaning in anticipation. I see the buffet table is swarmed with brothers stacking their plates.

Beside it I see a whiteboard. From the looks of it, the girls wrote down everything that’s on the table. Tonight, we have pot roast, mashed potatoes, baked mac and cheese, collard greens, yams, and cornbread. For dessert, they made red velvet cake, chocolate cake, banana pudding, and sweet potato pie.

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