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“Anyway, my bike was the first big purchase I made for myself,” he says, nodding toward his Harley. “I started working to take care of me and my mom when I was fifteen. I saved for two years to have enough for that.”

“It was just you and your mom?”

“Yeah,” he says, getting a far away look in his eyes. “My dad disappeared when I was twelve.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I murmur, leaning in closer and resting my head against his shoulder to provide him a bit of comfort.

“It’s okay, it was a long time ago,” he says with a shrug. “Besides, it was harder on my mom. Her grief paralyzed her and she used alcohol as a crutch. She couldn’t hold down a job for longer than a few months. We struggled a lot until I was old enough to get a job and take care of the both of us.”

I rub his thumb with mine, unsure of what to say. This is one of those situations where words don’t fix anything. Besides, it’s an old wound. The most considerate thing that I can do is give him the space to tell his story.

“Anyway, I’d always wanted a motorcycle. So, when I finally bought that beauty over there, I treated her like a princess,” he says, and I can’t help the way the corners of my mouth twitch up at the imagery. “I learned how to do the maintenance on her all on my own, and one day while I was working on her in our driveway, Cliff from the MC stopped to tell me about the Riders of Retribution and invited me to one of their Wednesday meetings. I was off work that week, so I went. When I got there I realized they were the family I’d always wanted.”

“Axel…” I murmur, emotions flooding through me.

I see this man in a whole new light. The two of us might be more similar than I care to admit. He’s looking at me, and that spark from earlier has grown into a raging wildfire. Partially because of the insane urges I can’t suppress any longer, and partially because I don’t still want to spill my guts even though he’s offered this information about himself, I surge forward and kiss him.

Chapter 7

Axel

As soon as I feel Hazel’s lips against mine, all of my walls start crumbling around me. The little bit of self control I’ve held onto dissolves. The only thing I can think about is getting closer to this woman, showing her how much she’s come to mean to me in such a short amount of time, making her mine without a shadow of a doubt.

I cup her face in my hands, pulling her closer to me as I deepen our connection. I make no attempts to conceal my hunger for her. Licking desperately into her mouth, I chase her taste, pouring the things I don’t know how to say into the action.

She responds in kind, though her own actions are a little sloppy. I assume it’s nerves, but a part of me hopes it’s inexperience. In fact, my cock twitches with interest at the idea of being the only person to touch her intimately.

As my mind screamsClaim! Claim! Claim!I give in. With my tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, I let my hands roam over her body. Her curves combined with the nurse’s strength I can feel just beneath her skin only makes my cock harder, driving me more wild.

My palms dance over her sides, squeezing her hips. The movement of her mouth against mine stutters, but I take it as a good sign. Slowly, I drag my hand up her stomach, relishing the way her breath stutters. But, when I reach her breasts, she goes rigid.

“Hey, are you okay?” I ask, pulling away and resting my hands on her hips.

“Yeah,” Hazel says breathlessly, glancing at her lap. “Just…”

“What is it, angel?” I say, ducking my head to catch her eyes.

“Well…” she murmurs, her face getting bright red in the moonlight. “I’ve never… done this before?”

“Done this?” I say, already knowing what she’s getting at but needing her to say it out loud.

“The most I’ve ever done before now is kissing,” she says, looking up at the sky with a nervous smile on her face. “I hope… I hope that’s not a problem.”

“It’s the opposite of a problem,” I groan as my cock twitches hard in my pants. I cradle her cheek in my palm, turning her attention back to me. “Will you let me take care of you?”

“Yes,” she all but whispers.

“Good,” I reply, connecting our lips again. I don’t let the kiss get too deep, and when she starts to relax into me, I pull back and say, “Lie down for me, beautiful.”

She does as I ask, her body just fitting on the blanket I spread for us. With a gentleness I didn’t know I had, a gentleness I suspect is only for Hazel, I kiss her once more. She makes a soft, satisfied noise, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in closer.

As our kiss slowly gets more intense, her mouth opening up to allow me deeper access, I slip off the blue scrubs and her panties. She lifts her hips to help, and I’m emboldened by hereagerness. Once the garments are deposited to the side, I swipe a finger through her wetness.

“Already dripping for me,” I murmur against her mouth.

Before she can respond, I pull away, sliding down the length of her body. Stationed between her legs, I get a mouthwatering view of her pussy dripping in the moonlight. With a growl, I lean in, lapping up her sweetness.

Above me, Hazel makes a strangled noise. Her body tenses as she experiences pleasure that’s entirely new to her. My arousal pulses in my jeans, and I lean in for more, savoring her sounds and her flavor.

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