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“You’ve got this whole snowed in scenario figured out, huh?”
I nod. “Yeah, babe. I can take care of you.”
“I don’t think I’ve said thank you enough today and I want you to know I appreciate everything you’ve done to keep me safe, along with fed and warm.”
Leaning in, I brush my lips against her forehead. “You make me want to do these things for you, especially because I know you’re capable to do them yourself but are still letting me.”
“Why would you risk it all?” she asks, and it’s the million-dollar question because I’ve been trying to figure it out myself since I left to warn her about my club being on the hunt for her sexy ass.
With a shrug, I admit the truth. “I have no idea; all I know is something about you makes me want to be a man who deserves you. That guy who gave you a ride from the strip club? He didn’t deserve you, and I see it now. Let me show you I can care for you and be a man worthy of you, that you didn’t make a mistake climbing on the back of my bike.”
Her eyes soften as she nods. “I’ll give you the chance, Trent. Lord knows it goes against everything in me, my morals, but my gut tells me you’re in this for the right reasons even if I wasn’t upfront and honest with you in the beginning. I hope you know when it comes to my personal character and not my career, I pride myself in being honest and trustworthy.”
“Of course you do, beautiful. Look at how successful you are. A single mom, doing what you have to-to raise your daughter in a good home, a career I’d never have the balls to go after, and a backbone stronger than half the men I’ve ever known.”
“Wait, you really see me like that?”
“Fuckin’ right, I do. Guess I got my answer as to why I want to be a better man for you. It’s some crazy shit, my brothers would never believe it if I told them.”
“It’s not them you’re telling, it’s me, and I believe you. What about all the partying and drugs? Your pupils were blown when I met you, and I know you were high on something. Cocaine, if I had to guess.”
I nod. No point in attempting to deny it when she reads me like an open book. I’d snorted a bump right before I’d set out to find Maddy and discovered her being fucked seven ways to next Sunday. I’d been drinking some too, but it wasn’t anything new at the time. Now, I want to throttle myself for having someone’s momma on the back of my bike when I was fucked up a bit. I could’ve killed her and left her child motherless... I’d never have been able to get over that shit had it gone down. Thank fuck nothing happened, but her running from RBMC isn’t much better. Angel won’t hesitate to do what he has to if it means protecting the club. I can’t blame him for fulfilling an order directly from our prez, but he’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’ll allow anything to happen to my Spice.
“I was high, but you don’t have to worry about that shit around you. I’d never put you in jeopardy or your daughter.”
Chapter 8
Sydney
He surprises me at every turn, and it has my head spinning. My stomach twirls with anticipation on how he’ll prove me wrong next, and I find myself opening up to him. It’s dangerous to get this close to a man you’re supposed to be working towards putting in prison. I know what he does for the club is wrong, along with plenty on his downtime too, I’m sure. Yet, when I look at him, I see a gorgeous man who’s trying to do better, and more than any other man ever has when it comes to me. Should I feel guilty for wanting him this badly? For being grateful it’s him I’m locked in a cabin with and not any of my co-workers? Probably, and I do... to a degree.
I’ve never turned a blind eye to a perp, or made excuses and allocations like I already find myself doing for Blow. It’s a slippery slope I’m on, yet I can’t seem to steer my way off it. Would I do this for anyone else? I’d like to think absolutely not, but I always believed the same before, and we’ve determined that wasn’t the truth. What the hell am I going to tell my boss? This man is literally trying his damnedest to save my life, and I’m finding it more difficult each minute it gets closer to me turning him in.
To the department, Blow is another number. A biker they’ve dubbed criminal and nothing more. I’m guilty of doing the same in the past, but now I see things differently. It sounds freaking cliché and I have to figure out my plan where he’s concerned.
“Where’d you put the body?” I question as I watch him wrangle the mattress into the living room area and I follow along with the folded pile of bedding I’d just stripped moments before. He has the reclining chairs pushed up against the front door, not that he believes the club will attempt to ride out here right now. The snow has been coming down steadily all day. I wish our circumstances were different. It’s beautiful outside, and I’d give anything to be spending time here with my daughter as a mini pre-Valentine’s vacation right now. The thought is ludicrous, but I’m still a woman inside and am allowed to dream, damn it.
“The less I tell you, the better.”
“You don’t trust me,” I state, a little hurt, but ultimately, I get it.
He scoffs. “Don’t put words in my mouth, Spice. The more I don’t share, the easier for you to omit any blame or accessory to my crimes.”
He’s still protecting me.
Without another word, I cross the bed to him. We come face to face, close enough my breasts brush his chest as I lean up, wrapping my arms around his neck. He’s not a huge man, but still bigger than my average self. My nose lightly brushes his, and he leans down a touch in response. In the next beat, I’m on my tiptoes, in a lip lock like no other. Sure, we have passion together, we’ve had an odd spark from the moment our eyes met outside the strip club, but this time is different for me. There’s more feeling in the kiss, more pent-up need for the man putting his neck on the line for me and doing his damnedest to make sure I’m comfortable. Who knew I’d have to dive into an outlaw club to find a man who’s worth a damn. A true alpha who protects and covets, not dominates and drowns a woman when he gets his hands on her.
“Woah,” the word leaves him on a breath when we eventually part. He’s panting, eyes gleaming with desire as he takes in my flushed face. His top lip glistens in the middle where I’d sucked and then licked before ending our kiss. “That was...”
“Yeah. Same. I want you,” I admit and tug at his shirt. He returns the favor, working to get me out of my clothes. We fall to the mattress in a tangle of limbs, eager to touch the other anywhere we can reach. He’s better at it, obviously, as he hits the right spot to distract me, then I’m tipping my head back as his head moves south. His tongue explores my pussy, instantly sending me into a tizzy. “Yes. Fuck, yes,” I moan while he does a skilled twirl thingy around my clit.
“You like that?”
“Mmhmm. Don’t stop.”
“Never. Come on my tongue, Spice.”
My hands hold each side of his head, shamelessly grinding my pelvis against his face as he takes me to new heights. “Jesus, you know how to eat pussy better than anyone else I’ve ever had.”
