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“Wayne, let’s just go; she is not worth it. You have me and the baby now.” The fiancée tries to pull him away.

“No way are you really her man, she is too uptight for a biker,” Wayne keeps going.

“Oh, believe me man, she is fucking tight.” Target does not miss a beat with his reply. “You clearly were not big enough to stretch her out, so thanks for that.” A smirk lines his perfect lips.

“You fucking?—”

“Wayne, stop. I want to go,” his fiancée begs.

“Listen to your girl, dude. Learn from your past mistakes,” Target tells him.

Wayne lets the woman drag him away from us after one final glare in my direction. I hide my smile until they are gone, then burst out laughing. I press my hands to my stomach, holding the aching muscles as I laugh.

I gasp for air, my body vibrating with laughter and Target stands there smirking at me, letting me have my moment.

I breathe out, then in, slowing my breathing down, before drying my watery eyes.

“I cannot remember the last time I saw Wayne so angry and flustered, it was so freaking funny. He was always so stiff andput together, then had the nerve to say that I was uptight,” I say, once my breathing has evened out.

“Baby, that man is fucked in the head for letting you go and the shit he was spewing—” He clicks his tongue “—He knows what he has lost, but fuck, it is my gain.” He winks at me.

My laughter dies and my cheeks fill with heat from the way he is looking at me and what his words insinuate.

“Your gain?” I inquire.

He nods, pressing even closer to me. The heat from his body ignites my own heat, my skin flush with arousal.

“I can smell how turned on you are, baby.” His low voice filled with desire ripples through me. “If I could, I would bend you over and fuck you from behind making everyone close, including that deluded fuck of an ex, know that you belong to me.” My breathing is coming fast and deep, as my body tingles all over.

A wave of arousal floods my body at his words, along with him letting Wayne know that I am his. His intense eyes look deep into my soul and they find what they are looking for with the way his grin widens.

He must see my desire for what he just said in my eyes because he moves closer.

“You are a dirty fucking girl under all that sweetness aren’t you, Madalyn?” His lips brush the shell of my ear. “I like that.”

“Target.” I whimper his name.

“My name is Kohen, baby, you call me that when it is just us. I need my name on your lips when I make you come.” My breath catches, making his lips twitch with satisfaction.

It is like time stands still around us, as he watches me watch him. My body is alive for this man and he has barely touched me.

He kisses the corner of my mouth, my eyes fluttering closed from the contact.

“I believe you still owe me a date, Miss Sanders.” He chuckles as he steps away from me, leaving me dumfounded, before he disappears. He walks away like he did not just defend me to my ex, make sexual promises, and then acquire a date from me.

I come to my senses after a beat, touching my fingers to my lips where his touched mine for a brief second. He makes me want things that I have read about, but he is also making me believe that I can have someone who wants me as much as he has shown he does.

Damn, that man is good.

But can I trust another biker?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

TARGET

The sound of my kids laughing fills the kitchen, as I make them some waffles with ice cream after they finished their dinner. They came to me last night because some type of stomach flu had hit their mom’s house.

To say they were happy to leave is an understatement. They both ran to my truck when I arrived at their mom’s house. Emmi looked both concerned and disgusted by what she was leaving behind but Rex could not climb into the truck fast enough.