Page 4 of Taming Raptor

We’d kept in touch after that first deployment and our friendship grew. When he PCS’d from Fort Hood to Fort Riley, I kept hoping to get stationed with him. I’d been over the moon when my Branch Manager told me I was heading to Kansas—especially since I hated Washington with a passion by then. Decker and I deployed together two more times after that.

We’d been best friends ever since. After he’d gotten out of the Army, he had returned to his home of record—Iowa. Once my contract was up, I went to visit, and he asked what I thought about moving to Iowa—the rest was history.

After a year of busting my ass and the chapter busting my balls, it was finally my patch party.

“Thanks. That means a lot.” Prospecting for the Royal Bastards hadn’t been a walk in the park, but come hell or high water, I’d been determined to get patched. If there was one thing I learned, it was that this was family. Every single one of them had my back, which was more than I could say about my blood family.

Their betrayal still sat bitter in my throat. I closed the door on that part of my life and was doing my best to leave it all behind.

The light scent of some fruity flowery shit wrapped around me, teasing at my nose. I glanced around, looking for the source. A leggy bombshell with white-blonde hair and tits to die for was laughing at something Nico said. He was the young kid we had saved that night in the alley after I thought he was fucking with the bikes. My heart seemed to drop into slow motion before it shot forward at light speed when she appeared to sense my stare. Those brilliant blue eyes locked with mine and she boldly scanned me head-to-toe.

Nico realized she wasn’t paying attention to him and scanned the area. A mixture of frustration and relief swept over his features. I wondered what was up with that, but didn’t really care. I only had eyes for her. I raised my beer to her with a cocked brow.

Her heated gaze raked over me, and a sultry smile lifted one corner of her mouth. She bit her lower lip, and I had an instant boner.

“Dude, she’s practically jailbait.” Venom nudged me, pulling me out of the trance she had me in.

“Huh?”

He chuckled. “She showed up with Blade and told Hawk she was nineteen, but I’m pretty sure I heard him say he found out she’s only seventeen. Since you looked like you were going to eat her alive, I figured I better give you a heads up. Besides, I think your tongue was dragging the ground.”

“What-the-fuck-ever,” I grumbled. Except, he wasn’t wrong. It took all of three seconds for me to have visions of her tied spread-eagle on my bed with my face between her legs. And that was the mildest of my thoughts. “She’s with Blade?”

Blade and I prospected together. Though he was quite a bit younger than me, we’d become pretty good friends.

“You do what you want, but I’m just saying, she’s under eighteen and I think you’d break her.”

I snorted. But that reality check had my visions crashing and burning. Even if she’d been eighteen, I don’t think she had the experience and maturity to handle my preferences. After Falina’s bullshit, I was a fucking mess. Going through her betrayal was brutal—it changed me. I didn’t trust women much and I always had to be in control—because then they couldn’t fuck with my emotions or fuck me over.

Later, I went around the building to take a piss. I’d just tucked my dick back in my pants when I sensed eyes on me. I whipped around to see the blonde leaning a shoulder on the exterior of the clubhouse with a smirk.

“Nice package you’ve got there,” she practically purred as her gaze dropped to my crotch and my rapidly growing erection.

“What are you doing?” I asked her as I crossed my arms over my chest and looked down my nose at her. Fuck, she had banging curves, but no way was I giving her any indication of how much she affected me. At least not any more than my dick already was.

She pushed off the building and moved closer to me with seductive grace—a characteristic a girl her age shouldn’t have. I held my ground refusing to allow the little minx to intimidate me, despite wanting to slam her against the wall and drive my cock into her. When she was a foot away, she reached up and trailed a rounded fingertip over the ink on my forearm.

I glared at her and a rumble started in my chest. Dark lashes lifted as she tilted her chin and coyly looked up at me.

Despite looking older than her age, I had to remind myself she was still a kid. At twenty-five, I didn’t need high school bullshit drama and I sure as hell didn’t need to be locked up for fucking with a minor. That would not only get my ass in trouble with the law, it could get me center-punched or worse. The chapter was strict when it came to messing with underage girls.

“Look—” I paused, not knowing her name and gave her a meaningful brow lift.

“Cookie,” she supplied, and I snorted.

“Right. Cookie.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “You’re a pretty girl, but you’re not even eighteen.”

“I’m nineteen,” she argued but I gave her a knowing stare. She huffed and couldn’t maintain eye contact.

“You’re a kid,” I continued, but she interrupted.

“I haven’t been a kid for a long fucking time,” she snapped with a sneer. Her eyes were so blue, I was practically drowning in their depths, but I had to pull myself out of the lust-induced haze she created in me. Repeatedly, I reminded myself she was seventeen and I shouldn’t be having those types of thoughts about her—no matter how those tits of hers demanded to fill my hands.

I bit back a groan when she raked her nails over my denim-clad dick. Before I realized what I was doing, my hand shot out and her pale strands were wrapped around my fist. A little gasp escaped those full lips. I used my other hand to grip her throat, using my thumb and forefinger to tilt her head where I needed it. My lips crashed to hers and I did something I knew I’d regret.

I tasted her.

Devoured her.

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