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Oh, he was not happy about that. “Yes. He wanted me to meet—”

“So then it would be okay if I took another woman out to dinner?”

A giggle escaped me because I’d been told that the men in the club didn’t go on dates. “I didn’t go out on a date with David.”

I flinched when he punched the wall next to my head. “Damnit, Harlow! This isn’t a fucking game. A brother whipped out his phone to show me a picture of my woman in the arms of another man.”

I was at a loss for words, thinking that his anger was misplaced and over the top. But Lulu had warned me about this, hadn’t she? That the culture in an MC was quite different from the outside world. Desert Rebels weren’t just weekend warriors. They lived and breathed the biker life twenty-four-seven according to her, and that meant that the men ruled. They protected their women and families, and they expected support and respect in return.

“I think I have a lot more to learn from the women in your club,” I admitted softly. That took some of the fire out of Liam, and I watched his shoulders relax. I held his burning gaze. “Just for the record, you being jealous turns me on.” I lifted on my toes and brushed my lips against his. He remained still and unresponsive. Irked at his rejection of my kiss, I took his bottom lip in my mouth and bit down on it.

With a grunt, he jerked back and ran his tongue over the spot that I’d nipped as arousal filled his eyes. His expression told me that he wasn’t ready to completely give in.

Challenge accepted,I thought to myself, as a small smile turned my lips upwards. “I went to dinner with David because he wanted me to meet his new partner.” As I spoke I rained little kisses against his whiskered jaw and down his neck. “When Scott went to get their car, your spy saw me and David hugging goodbye.”

“Not my spy,” Liam grumbled. “And two men?”

I couldn’t contain my soft laughter. “Yes. Scott and David are a couple.”

He took a moment to digest that information and frowned. “Your ex is gay?”

I shook my head. “Bisexual. He just admitted it to me tonight.” I wrapped my hand around his neck and gave a little tug. “Don’t be mad at me, honey. You’re the only man I want.” I finished the last phrase against his mouth. I could feel the tension leaving his body, and it didn’t take much persuasion for him to give in and cover my mouth with his.

The sound of satisfaction that vibrated in his chest was proof enough that I’d soothed the beast, at least a little. His kiss was a little punishing in intensity, but I eagerly opened my mouth to his tongue. His muscular arms still caged me in against the door, but once our tongues began to thrust against each other he leaned in, crushing my body with his as if he wanted to feel my every curve. I moaned beneath his lips, arching my lower body into the cradle of his hips. The evidence of his hardening cock caused an inferno to erupt inside me, and I ran my fingers beneath the hair at the back of his neck and dug in hungrily.

Liam grunted at the scrape of my nails against his scalp and his kiss turned feral. He ground his mouth against mine and slipped his hands behind me to cover my bottom. With little effort, he lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. I moaned at the feel of his rough hands squeezing my bottom through the thin material covering them and began to squirm, growing wet against the erection he was grinding against me.

“Liam!” I turned my face away from his kiss so that I could catch my breath. We were both panting heavily by then. Somehow, he’d worked his way beneath my shorts and was squeezing and parting the naked cheeks of my butt. “This is so unfair!” I rushed out, dropping my head against his shoulder. “I know you won’t fuck me, but I’m glad you’re no longer angry with me.” My nipples were hard and tingling, as was my clit. I could have easily come.

His laugh was low and growly. “What makes you think I’m still not angry at you?”

Bewilderment caused me to pull back.

There was slight humor glimmering in his eyes. “Being angry at you won’t keep me from wanting you. I’ll fuck you and then punish you.”

Punish me? I wanted to ask him how.

“My brothers know where their old ladies are and with whom at all times.”

I immediately stiffened at his revelation, not liking it one bit. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had to tell someone my whereabouts. Liam must have sensed my feelings.

“It’s the only way to keep them safe. We have enemies out there, Harlow, who wouldn’t hesitate to snatch an old lady off the street and use her as leverage against the club.”

There was something else he wanted to add, I could sense it, but he refrained from saying the words.

“It sounds like I’ll be giving up my freedom. I’m not sure I’ll be good at that. I’m used to making my own decisions and doing what I want.”

All of a sudden he turned and walked us toward the couch. He sank down and pulled me onto his lap. He was still rock hard against my pussy. “I’m not taking that away from you, babe. I wouldn’t do that unless it was necessary. I love that you’re independent, but being with me won’t be anything like what you had with your ex. You had a safe, peaceful life with him. Not much danger in being an architect.” He smirked. “Unless the building falls down.”

I rolled my eyes, even though he was right. He arranged me so that I was straddling him, an intimate position I was beginning to like a lot because the hard ridge of his cock was right up against my pulsing pussy. “So you wouldn’t have been angry with me for having dinner with David if you’d known ahead of time?”

“I was angry over the fact that I saw a picture of you and a man I didn’t know hugging.”

“You were jealous.”

“Okay I’ll admit it. Fuck yes. I don’t want another man touching what’s mine.”

I laughed, which Liam clearly didn’t like. “Possessive much?”

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