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“So, you are single?” I nod.

“I am.”

“You are a biker.”

“I am.” I grin.

“Okay. Good. I mean, you are free to go and date whoever you want.” It is like she is muttering to herself and me at the same time.

Her eyes are on my VP patch, while she bites her lip. She ranted about how she has learned her lesson with bikers. What does that mean?

“I can.”

She huffs then straightens her shoulders, looking me square in the eyes.

“Well, I am glad that we cleared that up, but now I am going to rescue my friend and finish off drinking the night away.”

I step back and let her walk back inside, but I am hot on her heels because there is no way I am letting her and her frienddrink until they black out when I am not around. I know how fucked up some men can be.

Now I get to enjoy my night seeing Madalyn lose herself in the alcohol and the music, seeing a different side to her. Let’s hope she thanks me in the morning.

CHAPTER EIGHT

MADALYN

Blinking against the light that is streaming into my bedroom, I groan.

My head is throbbing like someone let a hyperactive bat loose inside, and my stomach rolls, making the copious amounts of alcohol want to make an appearance. Turning my head to the side, I take in the window and my heart stops in my chest when I notice that I am not in my bedroom.

Instead of my mint green curtains that cover my windows, there are dark grey ones that flap in the breeze from an open window. With my body frozen, I look around, seeing that this is definitely not my room. I take in the dark wooden furniture, and the men’s clothing that hangs in an open-concept wardrobe.

Lifting the bedding off me, I see that I am in my strapless bra and panties; so much for small mercies.

“Where the hell am I?” I murmur.

An arm snakes across my body, tightening, making me flinch and I let out a squeal but before I can move, a deep sleep-filled voice sounds.

“Go back to sleep, baby; it is way too fucking early.”

My eyes bug out of my head, turning to see a sleeping Target next to me.

“What the fuck?” I gasp out while trying and failing to escape him as he tightens his hold.

“Fuck, babe, I can hear you freaking. Shush it, yeah, my head is killing me.” He groans then kisses my shoulder like it is the most natural thing to do.

I hold in a moan that is threating to escape at the feel of his warm lips while my internal self is freaking the hell out that I am practically naked in his bed.

An image flashes of him kissing all over my body, making me whimper and tingle.

In a flash I am on my back, with Target looming over me, his hands on either side of my shoulders. His eyes are lazy with sleep, but I can see the sexual intensity in them. Dark eyes meet mine, then his gaze drops to my mouth, then lower.

He can see my nipples pressing against the thin material of my bra, my chest heaving with each breath I take. Arousal floods my body.

Biting the corner of my bottom lip, a growl comes from him and he shifts so his hips are settled between my legs.

“You are naked?” I call out in shock, feeling his naked body between my thighs.

The corner of his mouth tilts up, flashing me a row of straight white teeth.

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