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“Same goes for you, whether a man or a woman.”
“Not into dudes, baby.”
“No other women either… if you’re with me.” My body tensed, sensing he was trying to avoid answering me. I wasn’t totally oblivious. A sexy, single, outlaw biker was probably a manwhore.
I was only a conquest.
OnSons of Anarchyand in the MC romance books I read, bikers fucked many different women... club whores. It was just what they did. I couldn’t be with him if he were with other women while with me.
“I heard you.” He removed his belt and unzipped his pants.
“And?”
“And what?”
I was off the bed, unsure if I wanted to go through with this after all. “If this is just a one-night fuckfest, then tell me now. I can handle it—more than handle it. But after tonight, I don’t want to see you again. Not in Walmart, or at my front door or the park. Understand?”
Storm jerked me into his arms and held the side of my face against his firm chest. He stroked my back, but he still hadn’t said a word.
It was fine. I could have a one-night stand. A night where I forgot about the outside world and his MC. No problem.
Liar.
What I couldn’t do was be with Storm knowing he was with other women. Even without a formal declaration, more than one night with him would feel like… well,more. For me, it would feel like a relationship. And relationships, even on the most casual level, meant something to me.
“Please answer me,” I whispered, pulling out of his arms. “I don’t do casual hookups. Not ever. You can screw me tonight if that’s all you’re looking for, but then I never want to see you again.”
“Fuck baby. What the hell happened to you?”
“I was cheated on.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could bottle them up. “Betrayed by an unfaithful douchebag who messed with my head. I won’t go there again, not with you or any other man. So answer my damn question.” I only cared about the cheating part. Storm didn’t appear to be the kind of guy who hit women, but then, what did I really know?
Storm was avoiding my simple question, and I felt on the brink of unraveling. He probably had dozens of women at his beck and call. God, who was I kidding? A biker president with one woman? Never gonna happen.
He just stared at me like I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had.
“You know what, don’t answer.” I ripped my body away from his. “I want you to leave.” And I’d officially lost it.
Whatever.
My house. My pussy. My choice.
I ran out of the room, heart pounding erratically as I swung open the front door. Well, at least this could all end now that Storm saw what a whack job I was, thanks to Dane.
Something flickered outside. I made out the shape of a biker at the end of the street.
Who was he? A Hunter or a Knight? It was too dark to tell which club was watching my house. If I had to guess, I’d say it was a Knight solely because the prez was in my bedroom. Speaking of…
What the hell was taking Storm so long?
“Let’s move it along, Prez! I think one of your brothers is lurking around my neighborhood.” I shook my head, peeking out the front door.
Suddenly I was swept off my feet, and the door slammed shut.
I gasped. “What’re you doing?”
“Lock the door.”
I stared into his eyes, defiantly. “No. We aren’t doing this.”
