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Zach would just have to be the nice eye candy next door whom she drooled over from afar. Like he’d been when she was in late elementary and middle school and he was the cool high schooler next door.
“So, you’re a scoundrel, huh?” Ugh. It came out way too flirty but, come on, what sane woman could resist flirting with a man who looked like Zach?
Not her.
He waggled his eyebrows. “Been accused of it a time or two.”
“I’ll consider myself warned. And yes, you and all your scoundrel friends are welcome in the diner. My first executive decision as owner. Never agreed with the restriction.”
He grunted his understanding. “Well, I have to warn you that you’re going to have hordes of bikers falling to their knees and professing their love to you. Shell used to bring us some takeout on occasion and those pancakes are fuckin’ orgasmic.”
Ahh, so there was some kind of connection between Michelle and the bikers. Interesting.
“I’m sure Ernesto will be thrilled to find out he’s given you orgasms.”
Zach barked out a laugh. “I think I’m gonna like you, babe.”
Danger, danger.
They chatted for about an hour. Zach filled her in on changes in town since she’d left, all while looking so hot she could barely stay in her seat without squirming. He was funny, flirty, and had a way of looking at her that set her ablaze.
Damn man.
Eventually, he begged off, having to take care of “club business.” Man code for things he wasn’t going to talk about and a reminder of exactly the kind of man Zach was. The kind she needed to stay away from because he was involved in activities he couldn’t even speak about.
“So,” he said as he rose. “I’ll give you a week.”
“Huh? A week for what?”
“A week to get over that sad excuse for a man who just left.”
Oookay. Where was he going with this? “What happens after a week?”
He winked and swallowed the last of his second beer. “Then I’m coming for you, Toni. I want to fuck you, and I go after what I want. I’m not that damn suit. Seven nights of lying in my bed and stroking my cock while picturing your gorgeous fucking eyes, sexy tits, and that ass I want to bite will be all I can take.”
Holy. Shit. Who said things like that? To someone they hadn’t seen in years and barely knew? Her eyes opened so wide, she worried they’d get stuck.
“So, sweetheart, one week. Then I’m coming for you.” With that, he jogged down the steps and stalked back toward his house.
Toni was left speechless in the rocking chair, her nipples hard as stones and her ass stuck in panties wet from arousal.
That man was going to be very hard to resist. Because as crude and shocking as his offer was, she wanted it and him. But she’d find a way to resist him because she’d made the mistake of thinking with her horny parts before. And it had nearly destroyed her.
A few minutes later, Zach caught her attention as he emerged from his house again. She watched him out of the corner of her eye in a lame attempt to disguise the fact she couldn’t help staring at the man. He mounted the giant motorcycle parked in his driveway and revved the engine, biceps bulging as he squeezed the throttle.
With a growl of self-disgust, Toni rolled her eyes and looked away.
She was in so much damn trouble.
Chapter Six
There was nothing worse than riding his bike with a rock-solid dick. The tight fit of the denim. The hard seat. The vibrations of the machinery. A ball-crushing combination that turned his second favorite activity into a miserable experience.
It didn’t seem like he’d be getting a chance to engage in his first favorite activity any time soon. He’d probably have better luck sticking his dick in his bike’s tailpipe than trying to get it into Toni five minutes after meeting her and interrupting her break up with the suit.
But it was going to happen. Club pussy was getting stale, as were one-night stands, though if asked, he’d deny that to his death in front of his brothers. A real relationship was also out of the question. Having a woman for the long haul held no appeal to him. His priority was his club and a permanent ol’ lady would only detract from his obligation to his brothers. But a six-week fuck fest with a woman who’d be leaving the state? That was a golden situation all around.
The fifteen-minute drive to the clubhouse was one of the highlights of Zach’s day. Winding mountain roads led to the sprawling cabin the club had purchased over fifty years ago. Connected to the building was the Double H bar, owned and operated by the MC. It wasn’t the club’s biggest money maker as far as businesses went, but it stayed busy and attracted a steady stream of both locals and tourists looking for a bit of wild.
