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Previously
While feeling the pressure of filling his father’s shoes in the MC and at the station, Noah Anderson finally followed his heart and pursued Ellie, the princess of the Nameless Order.
Tensions were high between Anderson and the club. When the club learns of what happens in the dark between Ellie and Anderson, it puts them at a boiling point. Cowboy doesn’t understand the type of relationship that Ellie and Noah have and assumes the worst in Anderson. This is what led Cowboy to beat the hell out of Anderson. This made Ellie refuse to have anything to do with her family—especially her brother, Cowboy.
Regardless, Anderson’s devotion to the MC and his woman never faltered. He wanted to be back in the club’s good graces and wanted his sister to see that they both needed Cowboy and the rest of the members of the MC. To show his devotion to the club and Ellie, he allowed Cowboy to brand his chest—directly over his heart—with the Nameless Order rocker.
That moment of joy and acceptance turned when Carson saw the brand. Because of Anderson’s rejection, Carson told Connard. Connard attempted to cut the brand off Anderson but was stopped by hisSergeant. Because Anderson chose the MC, he was fired and was no longer the man on the inside. When he told the club, they returned their faith in him by patching him in, and Noah Anderson is now forever known as Copper.
In Unknown Protector, the MM“standalone” novella within this series (this novella is not a required read for this series, but this next portion will be considered a spoiler if you haven’t read it yet and you want to)—Knuckles falls in love with his neighbor, Whitley. He learns that Whitley is a cop for Wyman. Knuckles chooses to trust Whitley because Whitley is a ticket cop and because he is falling in love with him. Knuckles believes that Whitley is telling the truth, that he has nothing to do with Connard. They both agree to never“talk shop” with each other. Their focus is their relationship.
Whitley, in an attempt to get out of the precinct and into a better job to be with Knuckles freely, leaves at the end of Unknown Protector to interview for another job. It’s then that we discover that Whitley is an undercover agent. Knuckles, however, isn’t aware of this, and we end the story with him believing Whitley is out of town for a better career. At this point, Steffie’s body shows up on the MC’s property.
The only one that knows that Whitley is an undercover agent is Whitley, and you, the reader.
It had been so long since I felt this zing. This pull to someone. His touch was toxic for me in the best possible way. I was already addicted to it. It didn’t take much. One time. That was it. One time and I was permanently hooked. Every chance I got, I made sure his hands were on me. He complied without complaint. Right now was no exception. His hands slowly went up and down my body, pulling my back into his chest.
My ass pressed against his crotch. I can feel how much he wants me. The heat and pressure from his body are causing mine to react in a sensual way. His hands continue to run up and down my body. The skin he touches breaks out in goosebumps. The sweat on my body makes my heated skin feel cool. My hands come up behind his head, and I push myself closer. Any closer and I would be riding him.
But I couldn’t have that now. What I could have is what he’s doing—grinding into me.
I’m turned on. Unbelievably so. My body is on fire, responding to every touch and caress he gives me. I rock my body into him, trying to take everything I can, even if I can’t take everything I need. I was happy with this. At this moment, I’m nothing but his.
We’re finally going out and doing something we’ve both wanted—taking the time to explore ourselves and what it means to be together. I spin and run my hands down his face. He pushes his thigh between mine, causing the already too-short dress to ride higher. I don’t care, though. I want him to take what he needs from me.
His forehead rests on mine as we continue touching and moving together on the dance floor. The rest of the world fades away. We are the only ones left in the club. The pulse of the music matches my heartbeat.
Looking deep into his chocolate eyes, I see everything I could ever want. I see my future. I see my happiness. His pink tongue darts out. He licks his lips as his eyes dance from mine to my lips.
His left hand on my hip starts to move up my body. He caresses the curves that I was once ashamed of. His thumb grazes my breast, causing my nipples to pucker and want more attention. His palm rests on my neck, his thumb on my throat, rubbing back and forth lightly. I am sure he can feel my pulse jump with the contact, and my heart rate picks up. My breath catches as he starts to move in.
His lips meet mine, and I can’t hold back the moan that breaks free. He pulls me closer, and I grind myself down onto his thigh. The roughness of the denim gives me some of the friction I am craving. His mouth devours mine, and I give everything I can in return.
My arms wrap around the back of his head, and I grip him tighter. Our bodies are molded to each other—barely a sliver of space between us. We continue to move to the beat. I can only feel the vibrations of the bass. I no longer hear the words. The only clear thing is how I feel he’s brought out the best sides of me. He’s embraced the woman that I’ve had hidden.
He breaks the kiss, and I see everything when I open my eyes.
I see the love he has for me. I see the desire. I see the pain.
“I want you, Audrina. Let me have you.”
“I’m yours. I’ve been yours.”
He attacks my mouth again, but he doesn’t stay there long. His mouth travels down my neck. As he continues to kiss a trail down my vein, his hand travels to the hem of my dress. He doesn’t have to reach up far before his fingers connect with my aching center. The second his fingers enter me, he bites down on my neck.
“Nate!”
Pushing.
Tapping.
Pulling.
I open my eyes, and I can’t see. Nothing is clear. It’s dark, and Nate isn’t here. I rub my eyes and try to refocus.
“Audrina!”
His voice. I snap toward it. Clint is looking directly at me, and he’s pissed. Nate isn’t here. I wasn’t with him. I was reliving that night at the club. The night that never happened. Unless you count the dancing, but everything else, that’s just fantasy. That’s just desire. That’s a whole bunch of never gonna happen.
