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“You are? Happy I’m here? I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say they are happy to have me near.”
“I can’t stand the thought of you out there without food or shelter. Here at least you’ll be safe. We’re hard men and rough women here, but we stick up for our own.”
“But I was told that eight women were stolen by another gang and you didn’t go after them.”
I stared at her. “Those were the club candies. They come and go, and aren't really members of the club. They would have to pledge to the club and since none of them did, even knowing the rules, then they are on their own.”
“What if they are in danger?”
“No one really harms a candy, baby. Call it biker code or whatever, but they are not in danger in the way you are thinking.”
She twisted her mouth into a half grin half frown that tore at my insides a little more. “Yeah, then that’s me, then. I’m a candy, right? But don’t worry. I’m grateful for the place to sleep at night that isn’t a back alley or shelter for however long it lasts.”
“You aren’t a club candy, Januari,” I heard myself say.
Her voice trembled. “Then what am I?”
“Mine.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
JANUARI
This couldn’t be happening. Drake, the prez of Venom, wants me as his? That I belonged to him?
What did that mean in his world?
I shook my head in confusion.
“Excuse me? What? You don’t even know my full name.”
He looked a little odd, embarrassed even. “Then tell me.”
“January Marie Cline.”
He pressed his lips into a hard line as he stared down at me, but his hand never left mine and his jacket felt divine. A god among men with a body of iron and a will stronger than even that.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you or throw you out, Januari Marie Cline. And I won’t let the other guys touch you if that’s what you want. I give you leave to just live here and work in the club but not give sexual favors unless?—”
I cut him off by leaning in slowly and pressing my lips to his. At first, he was still, as if frozen in a glacier. Then he issued a low growl and his arms came around me. He pinned me to his broad massive chest. Both our hearts raced as the warmth of the sun wrapped us together.
He dragged me up against his hard chest and slanted his mouth over mine, claiming me more fully.
Oh, God, yes!
I moaned at the first taste of his tongue over mine. And then he pulled away to rest his forehead against mine. We sat there for what felt like forever and then only seconds all at once. Our breaths mingled.
And then he kissed me again.
I’d known from the start this attraction between us would carry me off into some unknown realm. One I never believed I’d belong to. Now here I was in Drake’s arms.
He held the kiss for a moment before swiping his tongue across the seam of my mouth. A harsh moan parted my lips, and he delved inside for a second time. A wild claiming and tangling of tongues. I would have fallen on my face if he wasn’t holding me up. That’s how weak he made me feel.
“Fuck. Oh fuck,” he murmured between deep passes of his tongue through my mouth.
My body started to tingle and pretty soon all the places I wanted his touch most burned with a heat so intense I felt like a burning star ready to go supernova at the slightest touch.
All for this man. A man I barely knew, but I’d been on the streets long enough to know this was unusual. That even a glance between us meant more.
