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I’m going to make him look so pretty.

Not today though.

“I never did figure out if you liked pickles or not, so I made two kinds of burger sauce to be on the safe side,” Ian says. A dusting of pink covers his cheeks.

I’m guessing he remembers our text conversation.

“I want to try your pickle sauce.”

“Oh my,” he whispers, his cheeks on fire.

Fuck, I want to feel their warmth on my lips.

Once Ian has fixed us both a plate, we sit at his two person dining table and tuck in.

“So, what’s it like being in a motorcycle club?” He asks, those big eyes shining brightly.

“Loud. They are all a bunch of interfering fuckers.” I grudgingly add; “Love them though.”

Ian lets out a little wistful sigh. “They sound wonderful. Like what I imagine a big family to be like.”

“Your family is small?”

“Um, yeah.” He looks down at his plate. “I don’t have a family. My parents died when I was to young to remember them. My foster family were nice, but we weren’t a family. They moved to Florida pretty much as soon as I graduated high school. It’s just me.”

My heart clenches in sympathy.

“My dad hit us. My mom and me. We spent time in some shelters, it’s how I met Booker and the Fallen Gargoyles. My mom kept going back to him. She’s a victim, I know that, but I wanted her to choose me, not him. It wasn’t until I joined the club that I felt I had a family.” I look Ian dead in his eyes. “My point is that you will find your family. It doesn’t have to be blood.”

Ian gives me a small smile. “I’m not great at making friends. I work from home as a customer service rep for a sex chat line. Not as glamorous as people might think.And definitely lonely. But I am working on it.” He lifts up his wrist. “I did this.”

My eyebrows knit together. “You got a tattoo to make friends?”

“Something like that,” he says, cheeks reddening again. “Is your food okay?”

“Best burger I’ve had,” I say, letting him change the subject. There is more to that story though and I will find it out. “Don’t tell Kenny though. He prides himself on his burgers.”

“Who is Kenny?”

I then spend the next hour talking about all of the club members. Ian gushes about how adorable it is Nicky and Booker are stepbrothers in love, and gasps when I tell him how Echo stopped Joey getting kidnapped.

“Your family are amazing, Rex,” he smiles at me, lighting a fire somewhere deep inside my chest.

“Want to come to the clubhouse tomorrow and meet them?”

Ian bounces in his chair like it suddenly turned into a space hopper. I feel a flare of arousal imagining what he would look like doing that naked and on my cock.

“I would love too.”

“I’ll pick you up at 8.”

“I can get an uber.”

“No, I want to pick you up.”

“Okay, I can’t wait,” he says with a smile.

I don’t tell him the significance of him being on the back of my bike. I’m claiming him. Even though everone will know when they see my tattoo on his wrist, I want to make it clear.

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