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I was joking, but the way he says it isn’t flippant in the least.

I find myself wanting to talk to this man all night, just to hear his voice. Then I want to spend some time in the bedroom so he can use that voice to tell me exactly what he’s going to do to me while telling me exactly what to do.

I clench my thighs together and thank my lucky stars that someone left me the little black card. It might only be a little fun, but I’m looking forward to the ride. On a motorcycle, no less.

CHAPTER 3

BRONCO

I’m not sure how I’m experiencing this right now, the surrealism that is this night, but this woman was plucked right out of my dreams and placed on this earth. We were meant for our paths to cross. She exists to be mine.

Which is a huge claim considering I only met her two hours ago.

It’s more than enough time, I’ll tell you that right fucking now. Hell, I knew the moment I walked into Sacrifice’s Altar and saw the back of her. My first thought was that she better be the woman I’m meeting here tonight because I wanted her.

Now, after spending some time around her, I’m only surer.

She has this demure quality to her, which is fucking endearing, but there’s something else inside her begging to be tamed and nurtured. It’s an interesting mix and I’m more than a little intrigued.

McKenzie has told me all about moving out to Seattle after growing up in Florida. Finding out she’s a librarian had my dick standing at attention with some very racy hot librarian fantasies which may or may not involve a striptease in the stacks and pair of glasses.

Moving out here alone was huge for her, but she did it. My woman is fierce, strong, and brave.

It’s clear she also needs someone to take care of her. Not because she’s not capable, but because she is. Some people need to be able to shut off their brain because they must be on or in charge all the time. It allows their mind a break and gives them the release they need.

It’s something McKenzie needs. I’m more than happy to provide her with it. Fuck, I’m practically salivating for the chance.

I crave that control. The idea of someone trusting me enough to give themselves over to me, when they don’t have to but need to, is hot as hell and gives me what I desire. It’s a win-fucking-win.

When I can’t take it anymore, entranced by the way her red lips form words and the need to kiss the hell out of them, I stand up abruptly. McKenzie’s eyes go a little wide with surprise before she reaches out and grips my arm lightly.

“Are you okay?”

Her concern is evident and it’s sweet as hell. I have a feeling she’s not just what I need in my life, but she’ll fit right in with the club too. My brothers will love her like a sister, and she’ll take care of them like one. When Nero shot me a look earlier, I knew exactly what he was saying to me.

Don’t fuck this up, Bronco, she’s a keeper.

As if I didn’t know that truth the moment I looked into her eyes.

She’s not just a keeper, she’s a ride on the back of your bike into the sunset for eternity type of woman. And I’m going to make her mine.

I hold my hand out, hoping she takes it, but needing it to be her choice. “Everything’s fine, Starlet. I just want to get out of here and take you somewhere we can explore the rest of the chemistry between us. I already know your mind is beautiful,” I tilt my head to the side, my cock throbbing as a blush blooms on her cheeks, “now I want to see the rest of your beauty.”

McKenzie sucks in a sharp breath and looks at my hand. I know she wants to take it; I can see the desire in her eyes. But it’s up to her. It’ll always be up to her.

Her small hand slips into mine and I almost crow in the middle of the fucking bar. Nero is watching us closely and I give him a chin lift before tucking my woman into my side as I lead her out of the bar. I hope he knows I’m not fucking around here.

The club might be about the road, our freedom, the brotherhood, and free pussy, but there is something the club takes very fucking seriously. Old ladies are sacred and that’s just the way it is. We might not have any around very much right now, but it wasn’t always that way. We know without the woman who supports the man, who supports the club, we’re nothing.

I’ve found my old lady and that’s all there is to it. While McKenzie was eager to learn about the Devil’s Saints and my 12 years with them, I know it’ll take some time to get her comfortable with the life. I’m okay with it. For her, I can be patient.

When I get out to my bike, McKenzie pauses, and bites her lip as she looks at it. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle.” She looks down at herself and winces. “I don’t think I’m dressed for this.”

I kiss her temple before tugging her back inside to where Nero is standing behind the bar, tossing him my keys. “Have one of the prospects pick it up and bring it to my place.”

Nero smirks and nods, not saying anything, but I wouldn’t know because I’m already leading my woman back outside. Her voice is briming with curiosity, “What’s a prospect?”

I talked a little about my time with the club, but not how everything works. “Think of them as junior, probationary members.” She nods and starts to lead me over to a very reliable and sensible SUV. I almost snort out a laugh. “They prospect for about a year before they’re patched in. They have shit jobs which they must do without question. It’s all about proving their loyalty.”

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