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I cross my arms in front of my chest and ignore the discomfort of my body. This also spikes the reminder I have to check the stiches on my side to make sure I didn’t rip them when I jumped for that calf.One obstacle at a time, my mind reminds me of my father’s saying.
“Ezra,” I clip and give a slight jerk with my chin in a cold greeting.
I can’t trust my own freaking body because all I want to do is reach out and feel those hard muscles surround me. He made me feel safe. Ezra gave me a moment to let loose and hand over responsibilities knowing this complete stranger had my back.
“What the fuck happened to you?” he rumbles in anger and reaches out to hover his thumb over the healing wound on my jaw where Jorie’s brother sliced my face open and I’m now left with twenty-two stitches.
Shit. How could I forget the mutilation of my face while I’m standing before this sexy man-hunk? Dandy. Juuuust dandy. Not wanting to get into my own pile of shit, I ignore his question and take a step back, forcing him to drop his hand.
“What are you doing here, Ezra?” I question in a sharp tone while I keep my eyes pinned on his.
There’s no need to glance behind him to know half of Valorous Sally MC is witnessing this moment. All curious, all dying to find out who he is, and what he’s doing here demanding to see me, and most of all? How the heck I know him.
Like hell am I going to let them find out I’ve only spent half an hour in his presence where we were screwing each other’s brains out for twenty-nine minutes and the other minute we witnessed my cousin being introduced to him by Spiro.
Spiro is one of his MC brothers and has claimed my cousin as his old lady. It was after my cousin’s introduction I asked Ezra if he had an old lady himself because if not…he and I could get busy for the next ten minutes. And those ten minutes I asked for turned into half an hour.
And now, five days later, he’s here. Why? I have no clue. But my heart is slamming against my rib cage, itching to find out while my whole body is screaming “Who cares, jump and ride into orgasm-land for the next half hour.” Shit. I’m so fucked, and not in the way my body desires.
CHAPTER TWO
– EZRA –
I curl my fingers into a fist to prevent reaching out to her again. The angry looking slice on the side of her face looks like a clean cut, something done with a knife for sure. What the fuck could have happened within the last few days since I last saw her?
And why I am letting it affect me more than friendly concern is hitting me hard. I knew this woman was special when she jumped into my arms after she asked two ground ruling questions. First one was to inquire if I had an old lady or any other female obligations or restrictions.
I had to chuckle at her straightforwardness and gave her a slow shake of my head which resulted in the next question; if I wanted to get busy with her for the next ten minutes. Those ten minutes expanded to the best thirty minutes of my fucked-up life.
And it’s exactly why I’m standing in front of her right now. Because when you get a taste of bliss you don’t simply turn and walk away. And she might have been the one who had to leave before we could so much as exchange a word or a number, but I have no problem with going after what I deem to be mine.
It might be fucked-up to some, wanting to claim a woman you’ve only known for thirty minutes, but the second I was balls deep I knew it wasn’t simply fucking; I was sliding home. And that right there never happened to me. Hell, I don’t even have a fucking home, haven’t had one for a long time.
I’m a nomad and the restlessness flows through me like the blood pumping through my veins but this woman right here? She’s like my heart pumping that shit through my body. She’s essential. And that’s the reason why I’m standing here.
But I can hardly tell her that because the look on her face lets me know she’s all but happy to see me. I don’t mind, though. I’m a persistent man and have another reason why I got on my bike and took a detour before coming after her, and the reason is one that will get her to open the door for us to be together. Even if it’s for a limited time, but I’ll take that road to pull everything I’ve got to see if we could have something I know will be damn good.
I glance over my shoulder at the herd of women wearing leather jackets. Fuck. It sure is something to see sisters gathering instead of brothers. I’ve been a part of a motorcycle club ever since I was sixteen, but I’ve never seen or been to an all-female MC. And to think I have the hots for their prez sure is something.
“Mind if we talk in private?” I rumble, not liking the number of ears surrounding us.
She grinds her teeth and it makes her jaw twitch, letting my attention slide back to the wound.
“All of you, get back to work or whatever it was you were doing. And Jorie, didn’t you mention something about cleaning? Get to it. Go. Every single one of you,” Hudsyn clips but keeps her eyes pinned on mine.
There are growls of unhappiness along with a load of huffs, but eventually the herd of women head for the massive looking clubhouse. Tearing my gaze away, I make sure we’re alone.
“I’d rather sit down at a table with coffee or a beer to discuss this but I can see you’re impatient so I’ll give you a short rundown and hope you invite me inside for a longer discussion.”
She doesn’t blink or give me a single word but keeps those stunning blue depths locked on me.
“I’m going to find out who killed your father and all his brothers,” I simply say and I might as well give her fair warning. “That’s not the main reason why I tracked you down, but you’ll find out soon enough.”
Her eyes narrow. “Excuse me for being skeptical, but you have got to be shitting me. I’ve spent months trying to find a single lead and you ride up and announce you’re going to find out who killed my father? Why should I believe a word you’re saying? Not to mention the last bit about me finding out the main reason why you’re here? News flash, I don’t need or want you here, nomad. Get on your bike and ride into the sunset. What we had a few days ago was fun but I can get a great f–”
My fingers wrap around her throat on their own accord to silence her from throwing out lies.
“Don’t,” I whisper in a low growl.
