Page 16 of Hard for You

He left the clubhouse and went straight out to his bike. One of the club groupies was near his bike. She wore a pair of small shorts and a bra that only just covered her tits.

“Hey, Wolfe,” she said.

Her lips were covered in thick gloss, and she tried to purse them to give herself a pout.

“Move,” he said.

She stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his chest. Her touch repulsedhim.

“You know, if you give me a chance, I can make your life amazing.” She tried to run her hand down his body, going toward his dick, but he captured her wrist.

“No,” he said.

“You can do anything you want.”

And so could half of the brothers. He’d enjoyed his fair share of biker groupies. He wasn’t interested.

After shoving her out of the way, he climbed on his bike and took off.

She would find some other guy’s dick to suck tonight. He wasn’t interested.

He took the back paths, heading toward the bar.

With the threat of the hunters, changing into his wolf form and running wasn’t an option. He, like the rest of the club, didn’t need the full moon to turn.

They needed to make sure the forest was safe for when the full moon came back around, which was in a couple of weeks. The pack would need their chance to bask in their wolf form. To frolic around and to just let loose.

He arrived at the bar and saw it was busy.

Tonight, the music was playing loud, which meant Val was at work. He sometimes allowed a few of the pack to play and sing, but it was rare. Val was a grumpy old bastard when he started, and he made decisions and constantly changed them.

After parking his bike, Wolfe climbed off and headed inside, aware of the looks he got. He wore his leather cut, the Poison Wolves MC emblem on the back, and that always garnered a lot of respect. A couple of women pointed toward him, but he ignored them. There was only one woman he was interested in.

Stepping into the bar, he watched her from where he stood. She was circling the crowds, and like so many other times before, the pack ignored her.

The music was loud, andwith one glance toward the bar, he saw Val was there, serving.

He figured with the threat of the hunters, Val wouldn’t leavehis bar unattended, nor would he allow anyone else to protect it or Amelia. He watched as she carried a full tray of glasses and dodged being knocked over.

The pack was getting a little out of hand. Beer, music, and the heat would do that to them, but he didn’t likehow close they were to harming Amelia. She made it to the bar without him having to intervene.

He watched for several seconds as she offered smiles, and the pack pretty much ignored her.

Amelia didn’t allow it to affect her.

Was that a strength?

Wasshe stupid?

She flicked her long brown hair off her shoulder and looked toward Val. He must have said something because in the next second, she laughed.

He heard the sound from where he stood, and he couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to go see her, talk to her, breathe her in.

Wolfe moved before a couple of women could even try for his attention. He had no interest in any of them.

Just this woman. Just Amelia.

He wanted her so badly. So, so, so, badly.

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