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She shrugged. “Makes sense.”

He stared at her for a long moment and watched her mouth the code to herself, no doubt trying to memorize it. When her perfect lips stopped forming the numbers, he waited for her gaze to meet his. It did, but her eyes dropped to his lips and stayed there. Taking that as a sign that she was on the same page as him, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft and brief, but it did what he wanted it to. Her breath caught, and her eyes widened as they shifted up to meet his.

“You have plans for dinner?”

She shook her head and swallowed hard. “Uh… just… planned on picking something up since I have to move in.”

Arbor reached up and tucked one side of her hair behind her ear. “I’ll help you move in, then I’ll make you a steak. Need help packing up where you have been staying?”

She shook her head. “My stuff’s in the car.”

He smiled before he pressed his lips to hers again. When he pulled back a fraction of an inch, he said against them, “Perfect.”

After carrying in the two boxes and three bags she had brought with her, Arbor was conflicted. Part of him was excited to spend time with her and see where their night could go, but the rest of him was saddened by the fact that whatever she had been through had left her with such a small amount of belongings. Sure, he lived in a treehouse because he didn’t need much, but even he had more than that.

“Don’t feel sorry for me,” she grumbled as she set what looked like a toiletry bag on the small counter in the kitchen area of the one-room cabin.

“I’ll feel how I feel.”

She turned and put her hands to her hips when she glared at him. “I’m not asking for your pity, Ewan.”

“Arbor,” he said and pointed to the cut he was wearing that he slipped on after helping her engage the gate at work. On the left panel of the cut, over his heart, were two patches. One of them said his status in the club —Member. The other stated his road name —Arbor.

She shook her head as her brows came together. “What?”

“I prefer Arbor. Bruce refuses to call me Arbor because he’s known me since I was a teenager, but I’m Arbor.”

“What’s with the vest, anyway? Are you in a gang?”

Arbor rolled his eyes. “It’s called a cut. And we’re not a gang. We’re a club. The Howlers MC: U.P. chapter.”

“So… you ride with a bunch of other men and think you’re Jax Teller?”

Chuckling, Arbor crossed the room and stopped a foot in front of her. “We aren’t outlaws, Megs, and we don’t pretend to be, but we will do whatever we have to in order to protect each other and those we care about.”

“What does that mean?”

Arbor cupped her face in his hands and gazed into her eyes. “Whatever it is that has you on the run, Kitten, doesn’t have to make you run from me. I won’t pry. Just know I’ve got you.”

“You don’t know me,” she whispered.

He shrugged. “I know enough.” Then he kissed her again before she could argue about it further.

He didn’t know if it was the words or the chemistry between them, but within moments of their lips meeting, he had her back pressed against the edge of the counter and her hands were slipping under the bottom hem of his Henley. When her fingertips caressed his skin, a purr built inside him and rumbled up his chest. His lion preening at the touch.

Arbor wondered if he should put a stop to it until he at least fed her, but he just saidfuck itand dropped his hands to her hips. He lifted her and set her ass on the counter, his lips never leaving hers. Stepping close, he pressed his hardening cock against her core and growled into her mouth at the jolt of pleasure that shot through him.

It was Megan who started the disrobing. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, she started to shove his cut from his shoulders. Arbor helped her out by removing it and dropping it on the counter next to her hip. He had barely let go of the leather before she was yanking his Henley over his head.

When he broke the kiss to pull the shirt off, he watched as she began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly revealing more and more creamy skin for him to devour. Unable to help himself, he swooped down to kiss and suck her skin, following the path she revealed.

“Arbor,” she breathed as she laid her head back and pressed her breasts out as he kissed the valley between them.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said against her skin, before he unfastened the front clasp of her bra with his mouth. He grinned against her when he heard her gasp, then he shifted over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned and dug her hands into his hair. Gripping it tight, she kept him against her. All he could think was he wanted to stay just like that for the rest of his life.

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