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He slid his hand over her cheek and cupped her head pulling her closer and she rested her arm on his jacket.
She could feel the stitching from the embroidered patch with his name digging into her forearm as the smell of leather and fall air mingled around the two of them. His eyes pulled her closer with a hunger for more. The more involving her and what she did to him. Had Kevin ever once looked at her in a way that said you are what I want? Amber core clenched and her panties instantly dampened in remembering what it was like to be touched. The memory distant, yet rushing at her as her fingers clutched his shirt. Their lips met and he deepened the kiss. Tongues dancing as the world fell away and the rumbles outside distanced themselves.
What is with this man that he was so potent to her. Everything around her disappeared as they kissed. If Mountain hadn’t pulled away, she probably would have done something she later would have regretted. Her kids were watching them. A blush rose up her cheeks as she looked into the backseat.
“And I repeat, ew,” Maisie said.
“Repeat?” Amber questioned.
“You didn’t hear her?” Mountain asked sitting back in the seat.
“No,” Amber admitted a bit shocked since from their very first cry, her brain had imprinted to stop everything when she heard their voices.
Maisie returned to playing with her barbie doll and Callum’s attention hadn’t moved from his Nintendo Switch.
“Trust me, the last thing I wanted was to stop.” Mountain’s thumb brushed along her chin, making sure to touch her bottom lip before he kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re so beautiful when you blush.”
“Again, ew,” Maisie said from the backseat, but the kid wasn’t really even looking at them.
Amber was happy she’d been sitting down, because standing her legs might have buckled from his touch. Even now, her head was a bit light as he surrounded her hand with his and pulled out of the parking lot.
Attraction to this big man was a forgone conclusion. Even those men didn’t deter her from feeling something for the man next to her. “Are you too warm?” She asked him, using her finger to trace the name on his patch.
His eyes cut away from the road for moment to his jacket. “No its out of respect we don’t wear our cuts inside a cage.”
“Well, that’s different. Why do you call my van a cage?”
“It is what it is. There are certain things we do with our cuts and this is one of them. We call the van a cage because it is something that surrounds us and cages us in.”
“Tell me about those rules with your jacket.” Amber was curious how a man could cherish a jacket so much, then again she was always impressed when a man took extra care with any single thing. For Kevin, it had been a lot of I’ll replace if it breaks or in the case of clothes they were meant to be worn.
“We don’t throw them. We never let them touch a floor.”
“Like the flag?” she questioned.
“I guess. Nobody, but me wears my cut, not even my woman.”
“Didn’t Lil’ Bit have one?” she asked remembering when she was trying to distract the woman on the road.
“She does, the women in the Montana Steels are a bit different. Other clubs may have their women wear a cut, but it usually has aproperty ofpatch.” Mountain smirked. “Not sure who started it, but our women do it backwards. They have owner and operator of and the man’s name.”
“Does that cause issues?” she asked.
“Only when Hoez step to a claimed man,” he said. “Not quite as deadly as a claimed woman being stepped to, but either way damage can occur.”
“Any other rules?”
“You know about the vehicle,” he continued. “We always wear it on our motorcycle or in the club house, just never, ever wear it in another MCs territory.”
“How do you know?” she asked. “Is there a super-secret boundary map I should know about?”
“I know where all the Steels are located around the country.” Mountain shrugged. “If we’re traveling long distance, we may weave a bit to stay in our area, but we’ll pull over if we know we’re going into another’s territory and take the cut off.”
“What’s Berrington then?” she asked. “Because you and Spike were both wearing a cut.”
“Since the Roadkillers were ended, the Steels haven’t made a formal declaration about Berrington, but with Hollywood as the Sherriff, most clubs are staying away.”
“It’s very special to you?”
