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  “You have too many fucking clothes on,” I growled in her ear as I gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

  She unhooked her bra before I could reach for it and tossed it across the kitchen. “Fuck,” I growled when her breasts fell free. I bent and pulled one of those rose-colored nipples between my lips, sucking hard, drawing the sexiest fucking moan I’d ever heard in my life from her lips.

  “Brett,” she whimpered. It was a needy sound full of sensual promise.

  I brought my lips back to hers and gripped the edge of the leggings she was wearing. In one swift jerk, I tugged them down her thighs, and she kicked them the rest of the way off. I groaned as I looked down, noting the yellow, lacy thong she was wearing. “You trying to kill me?” I growled as I took her lips again, pulling that sexy little thong off of her, leaving her bare before me.

  “You have on too many clothes,” she mumbled against my lips as she worked at my belt.

  I kicked my boots off to the side and pulled my jeans and boxers off. Then, I yanked her to the edge of the counter and buried myself deep inside of her. She cried out my name as she arched her back. I pushed her so she was lying flat on her back on the cool countertop. Then, I spread her legs and fucked her hard and deep.

  She was gasping for air, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she tried to keep herself from sliding away from me.

  “You are so fucking wet,” I rasped. She was literally making my fucking counter wet. “Fuck, babe, you feel so goddamn good.”

  “Please don’t stop,” she panted. “Oh, God, Brett, please don’t stop.”

  “I won’t, sweetheart,” I swore. “Not until you physically can’t fucking take anymore.”

  I had no idea how we had suddenly gotten to this point together, but after witnessing her protecting Jayla – the little girl who was basically my little sister – something inside of me had opened up to this woman. It was no longer optional for me. I needed her to be mine.

  And to find out that she wanted me just as badly? Fuck, yes. She wasn’t going anywhere – not without me by her side. I was it for her, just as she was it for me.

  “Brett,” she whimpered, her hands coming up to grip my wrists. “I’m so close.”

  I pulled out of her because I was, too, but I wasn’t wearing a fucking condom, and I wouldn’t risk a kid – not right now. I didn’t want to make her feel trapped if she accidentally got pregnant. I knelt down and yanked her ass to the edge of the counter, burying my face between her legs. She flew up on the counter, her hands plunging into my hair as I ate her out, relishing in every cry, whimper, and moan that spilled from her lips. And I worked my tongue and lips faster as she began to ride my face, her breathing quickening. Her legs quivered on my shoulders.

  And when she came? She fucking screamed my name, her back arching off of the countertop.

  I slowly worked her down, drinking up every fucking drop of her orgasm. When her breathing calmed somewhat, I stood up, licking my lips as I grinned down at her. Her entire body was flushed, and she had a slightly dazed look on her face. “You taste sweet as fuck, sweetheart.”

  Her cheeks burned even brighter. I leaned over and took her lips in a sweet kiss, not wanting to work her up again. “You need a shower,” I commented. “And sleep. Can you walk?”

  She laughed as she shook her head. I scooped her up into my arms, and she squeaked in surprise, her arms locking around my neck. Savage raised his head to look up at us before he laid it back on the floor. I shook my head at the docile beast as I carried Olivia towards the stairs.

  “I’ll bathe you, and then I’ll put you to bed,” I told her as I walked up the stairs to my room. “That okay with you?”

  “Mhm,” she mumbled as she rested her head on my shoulder.

  I stepped into my bedroom and walked to my en-suite bathroom. After setting her on the counter and making sure that she wouldn’t fall over, I quickly turned the shower on before moving back towards her. Once we were in the shower, I propped her sleepy body up on my knee and began to bathe her, even managing to wash her hair for her.

  “You’re good at this,” she mumbled.

  I laughed softly. “It’s not that hard, sweetheart,” I told her honestly. “Washing your hair is really no different than washing mine. You just have a hell of a lot more hair than I do.”

  She rested her head on my shoulder after I rinsed her hair out, a yawn falling from lips. I brushed my lips to her forehead before I lifted her back up into my arms. “You okay with being in here, or do you want your own room?” I asked her.

  “Here’s fine,” she mumbled, her speech already slurring, sleep already tugging her under. That orgasm combined with the day’s events had worn her slap the fuck out.

  I gently placed her on the far side of the bed by the wall before I pulled the blankets out from beneath her and covered her up. She snuggled into the comforter, her breathing quickly evening out.

  I smiled down at her. Fuck, I was so whipped, but I couldn’t even give a fuck. I’d found the woman I planned to make my old lady, and I couldn’t be fucking happier. I’d been dying to settle down ever since my president had settled down with Penny, and I’d seen how content and happy they were together.

  “You’re mine now, sweetheart,” I whispered. I pressed my lips to her wet hair before I moved back to the bathroom so I could take a shower. My stomach rumbled, and I rolled my eyes to the ceiling in annoyance.

  She hadn’t eaten dinner yet.

  As I stepped into the shower, I made a mental note to wake her up in a couple of hours to eat dinner. After a quick wash of my body and my hair, I pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, not bothering to pull on a shirt. I turned on the lamp in the room so she would be able to see when she woke up and quietly shut the door behind me, jogging down the stairs to get dinner started.

  Savage lifted his head from the floor, and his tail thumped on the hardwood as he wagged it. I laughed and leaned down to rub his head. “Need your help to convince her to stay with us, boy,” I told him. His tail thumped faster in response.

  My phone vibrated on the floor in my jeans, and I grabbed it out, opening the message.

  I wasn’t expecting to see what was on the screen, and it pissed me clean the fuck off.

  Fucker made bond. -Logan

  I gritted my teeth, clenching my phone in my hand. My good mood was instantly shot to hell.

  “Shit,” I swore.

  Olivia

  After tugging on a pair of leggings and shrugging on a plain black t-shirt, I walked down the stairs, following the smell of food as my stomach rumbled.

  I was not prepared for the sight in front of me, and it made me crave Brett all over again.

  The patio doors were pushed open, and Brett was standing on the concrete with a beer in his hand, setting down a pair of tongs. Two steaks were on the grill, but that wasn’t what was making my mouth water.

  Brett was only in a pair of sweats – nothing else – and I could see the imprint of his cock against the front of his pants.

  My belly clenched.

  Was it normal to want a man so damn badly?

  Savage ran across the yard and dropped a tennis ball at Brett’s feet and stepped back before he sat down, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he waited on Brett to pick up the ball and throw it for him.

  “Boy, you are killing my arm, you know that?” Brett asked. He scratched the top of Savage’s head before he grabbed the tennis ball and launched it across the yard, his arm flexing deliciously as he did so.

  “You know, sweetheart, you don’t have to stand there and stare at me. I don’t mind if you come closer and get a better look,” Brett teased as he turned to face me.

  My cheeks darkened. “I, um – sorry,” I finally mumbled as I stepped out onto the patio. “The food smells really good.”

  He took a swig of beer before he set the bottle down. I watched as he reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. “You didn’t sleep lo
ng,” he noted. “You okay?”

  My heart warmed at his concern. It had been a really long time since anyone had shown this kind of concern for me, and it was nice – really fucking nice. And it made me fall just a little bit harder for Brett.

  “My stomach woke me up,” I told him honestly. He laughed softly. “Is the food almost done?”

  He nodded. “Got about fifteen minutes left on the potatoes – about five more minutes left on the steaks. That is, unless, you don’t like yours medium rare.”

  I shook my head. “Medium rare is perfect, actually.” Major points for him for liking his steaks the same way I did.

  He banded his arms around my waist, his smile dropping from his face for a moment as he glanced over my head. I looked behind me, but nothing was there. Turning my head back to him, I frowned. “Brett?”

  “Hm?” he asked as he looked back down at me.

  I gripped his sides, running my eyes over his face. Something was distracting him – something not here with us. “Brett, what’s going on?”

  He sighed, staying silent for a moment before he spoke. “He got out on bond,” he said quietly. My blood chilled in my veins. “Logan is trying to track him down for me so the club can keep tabs on him, but so far, Logan can’t find anything. Shit just has me worried – that’s all.” He leaned down and took my lips in a soft kiss. “But don’t let it worry you, sweetheart. You’re safe with me,” he promised.

  I swallowed thickly. “How in the hell did he get out so fast, Brett?” I asked him, slightly panicking. “It’s only been a little over twenty-four hours.”

  Brett shrugged. “Money, for one. Two, it’s actually pretty easy to get away with a lot of shit in this country,” he reminded me. “Honestly, I could go get arrested right now for doing the same shit he did, and I would get out just as fast.” He clenched his jaw. “Do I fucking like this shit? No. If you do the crime, I firmly believe you should do the time.” He sighed as he released me and grabbed his beer. “This country was supposed to be created so every man would get treated equally, but they don’t.” He looked back over at me. “So, unfortunately, dicks like him don’t do real time. He’ll probably skip out on his court date.”

  I wrapped my arms around my midsection. “And come after me,” I said quietly.

  Brett’s blue eyes darkened as he clenched his jaw. “It’ll be the last fucking thing he ever does,” Brett swore. “I’ll fucking kill him, Olivia.”

  I stared up at him with wide eyes. “Kill him?” I squeaked. That was a bit . . . violent and extreme.

  Brett arched an eyebrow at me. “You think I wear my cut because I’m a clean cut kind of man, Olivia?” he bluntly asked me. I shook my head because, of course, I knew he wasn’t. He was part of the one percent of bikers that was an outlaw – the kind that lived by an entirely different code of life. “So, what’s the surprise for then?” he asked me.

  “Because you barely know me, and you’d kill a man for me,” I said softly, hoping I wasn’t reading too much into things, but Brett had planted a seed in my chest, and I was dying to water it.

  He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes up to his. “Sweetheart, I’m trying to claim you as my old lady,” he stated bluntly. My eyes widened in shock. “I know we barely know a damn thing about each other, but this shit between us – I know it’s a once in a lifetime kind of thing, and honestly, I’m a goddamn hopeless romantic. I want you to be mine in every damn way that I can claim you.”

  I licked my suddenly dry lips, whatever words I’d been about to say dying in my throat. He covered my lips with his, kissing me in a way that almost seemed to drug my brain. I moaned as I slid my hands over his abs, relishing in the way that his muscles quivered beneath my touch, flexed and hardened as I glided them up over his chest.

  “Fuck. I need to feed you,” Brett growled as he pulled his lips from mine. He reached up and rubbed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “Later,” he swore. “Later, I swear to you, I’ll fuck you so hard that if I actually had neighbors, they would call the police.”

  My eyes widened in shock, my lips parting as every bit of my blood in my body headed straight down south between my legs. My soul was crying and begging for him to say fuck the food and take me upstairs – to do whatever he wanted to me.

  “Sweetheart, make this easy on a man,” Brett begged me as he took the steaks off the grill. “You need to eat.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath of air, nodding my head at him, though I wasn’t entirely sure what in the hell I was agreeing to, especially since all I could seem to focus on was the way his hard cock pressed against his sweats, begging to be buried deep inside of me.

  “Fuck it,” Brett growled. He set the steaks down on the side of the grill and yanked me towards him. My lips met his, and I let him take control, let him lead me.

  “This what you want, sweetheart?” he roughly asked me as he slid his hand into my leggings, his fingers finding my soaked core. I cried out, my hands gripping his shoulders as my head fell back on my shoulders. “You want me to take your body like a fucking savage – like nothing else matters but your pussy wrapped around my cock?”

  “Yes,” I mewled, his words turning me on even more. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I whimpered as he slid his middle finger inside of me.

  “So fucking wet,” he rumbled. His lips worked over my jaw and down my neck as he slipped another finger inside of me. I never knew that getting finger fucked could feel so goddamn good, but Brett was quickly changing my mind. He knew exactly just what way to angle his fingers so he kept hitting that perfect spot inside of me, bringing me close to the edge in no time.

  “Oh, God,” I cried out, my legs shaking.

  Brett tightened his arm around my waist, supporting my weight as he moved his fingers faster. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he huskily whispered in my ear, his voice strained. “Now,” he snarled.

  I cried out his name as my legs completely gave out beneath me, his fingers still pumping in and out of me as he slowly worked me down. My heart was pounding in my chest, making it almost impossible to think – let alone breathe.

  Brett’s lips softly met mine as he slowly pulled his fingers out of me. “You are such a naughty little thing,” he rumbled.

  I watched him as he licked his fingers clean, a wicked smirk on his lips. “And so damn sweet.” He smirked. He tapped my ass. “You think you can walk?”

  “Maybe.” I blushed. “My legs feel like Jell-O.”

  He lifted me up into his arms and carried me into the house, setting me at the dining room table. “Stay,” he ordered before he went back outside. A moment later, he sauntered back into the house with Savage trailing faithfully at his side, the steaks in his other hand. “Let’s eat, sweetheart.”

  I smiled at him as he placed the steaks in the middle of the table before pressing another quick kiss to my lips. I watched as he moved towards the oven, pulling out two baked potatoes. “I’ve got sour cream, chives, butter – what do you need with your potato?” he asked me.

  “Plain,” I told him instantly.

  He frowned at me. “Did you just say plain?” he asked incredulously, like he couldn’t believe his ears.

  I laughed. “Yes,” I confirmed. “I can’t stand adding all kinds of stuff to my baked potato. I like it plain.”

  He made a disgusted face as he grabbed a plate from the cabinet and unrolled a baked potato from the foil, placing it on the plate. “I’m not sure if you’re my dream girl anymore,” he teased as he set the plate in front of me. He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Grab a steak.” He moved towards a panty. “Let me guess – you don’t use steak sauce either?”

  I laughed again. “No,” I told him honestly.

  He shook his head. “Guess it’s a good thing the sex is so good between us.”

  I blushed. “Oh, my God, can you just grab your food and eat?” I asked him.

  He barked out a laugh. “Am I embarrassing you, sweetheart?”

  I glowered at him, but there was a s
mall smile playing on my lips, giving away just how happy I was at that moment. “Yes. Now come eat and stop teasing me.”

  He grabbed a bottle of water and placed it on the table in front of me. “Make sure you drink that, too.” He leaned down and lightly sucked my earlobe between his lips, drawing a loud moan from the back of my throat, my food forgotten once again. “You’ll need every bit of hydration you can get,” he warned me.

  Oh, boy.

  Brett

  I pressed a kiss to Olivia’s temple before I strode off towards the chapel. Copper was already sitting at the table, and Damon was leaning against the wall with a steaming mug of black coffee in his hands as he stared out of the window.

  “Logan found out the fucker posted bond yesterday,” I spoke up as I strode into the room. Copper and Damon both turned their attention to me. I closed the chapel doors. “Problem is, Logan can’t track him from there. Mother fucker disappeared off the face of the earth.”

  “Christ,” Damon swore as he moved over to the table. I dropped down into my chair and leaned my head back, closing my eyes. “Someone has got to have an address for him. You have to give an address when you fucking bond out.”

  “Nothing,” I grumbled. “Logan searched all of that – got all of his previous addresses as well. He’s not anywhere.”

  “Girlfriends? Baby mommas? Family?” Copper asked as he sat up straighter in his chair.

  I narrowed my eyes at my president. “Copper, you really think I haven’t thought of this shit?” I asked him. “Apparently, he’s got no kids – none that are registered with him on the birth certificate anyway. Logan checked on his family. He’s not there either. And as far as Logan can tell, the fucker doesn’t have any girlfriends either – no side pieces.”

  Damon tapped his fingers lightly on the table. I turned my attention to him. “Shit like this doesn’t happen in our town,” Damon finally spoke up after a moment of us staring at each other. Dread twisted in my stomach at what he might be implying. “And none of us have heard of this guy before. Where in the hell is he from?”