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Baby, I got all kinds of ways to help you relax.
She moved to the living room, kicking off her shoes and sinking onto the plush cream-colored couch that faced a flat-screen television. She never turned it on. She tucked in her feet as she relaxed against the seat. She drank the wine in less than fifteen minutes, setting the empty glass aside. Her eyes fluttered, and I couldn’t help thinking she was far too vulnerable as they closed, and she sank further into the couch, asleep within a minute.
I didn’t move from the shadows outside, creeping around her home, checking the perimeter, and switching vantage points for the next couple of hours. She never woke up.
When I heard her whimpering in her sleep, I rushed to the carport, testing the handle on her door. Unlocked. She fucking forgot to lock it. Didn’t she know the danger she exposed herself to? Goddamn. I wanted to spank her luscious ass for this.
I let myself in, cautiously placing every step. To prevent anyone from sneaking up on her place without my knowledge, I called my crow. Outside, his soft caw confirmed he arrived with a few of his friends. I heard their soft chitters.
My gaze scanned the interior, noting the décor in shades of gray and white with rich, dark wood furniture. She seemed to love plants and keeping everything clean. Spotless.
I couldn’t resist moving closer, eager to see more of Abigail Holmes. Dropping to a crouch, I dared to get close.
Too fucking close, but I didn’t care.
Light from the kitchen shined behind her, accentuating the golden hues in her silky brown hair. She frowned in her sleep, and a tiny crinkle appeared between her eyes before disappearing. I wished she would open them so I could see the shade. Would they be the same stormy gray as her brother?
I wasn’t picky when it came to women. I loved their softness and curves, and I didn’t care what color hair or eyes or what body type as long as they had an ass. I liked to feel a woman’s thighs wrapped around me. But now, staring at the angelic face of Abigail Holmes, I became a fan of brunettes with long dark lashes, bubblegum pink lips, and pale, flawless skin.
My pulse picked up, and I grabbed my chest. How could she have such a hold over me before we ever spoke?
I wanted to know everything about this woman. Her passion for neatness. Why she loved plants. The reason she decided on a career as a pharmacy tech. Did she want to be a pharmacist? Her favorite food. Did she prefer tea or coffee? How did she take it?
Once I focused on her, I couldn’t stop staring. In an instant, she became an obsession. I needed all the details. Her past. Her present.Everyfuckingthing.
Why was she kept apart from the club and her brother? Did Rook keep his distance, too? What kind of childhood did she have? Who raised her? Why didn’t she know anything about the Devil’s Murder MC?
What the fuck happened? Because Rook kept her hidden for a reason.
Caw...caw.
My head jerked upright, tearing my gaze from the beauty on the couch as I heard a branch snap outside. I moved toward the noise, staying low as I hugged the shadows and the perimeter walls. Crickets chirped outside, and I heard a cat hissing in the neighbor’s yard. I caught movement outside on her lawn when I approached the nearest window.
Motherfucker!
Caw...caw.
The throaty rattle of my crow sounded distressed outside. He sensed my agitation but shared my concern.
No one should be outside Abigail’s home this late at night.
I snuck outside, ordering half the crows to remain perched on her roof and ready to inform me if anyone else approached. The rest took to the sky, searching for any threat. A twig snapped to my right as I left the house, following the sound as footsteps proved someone trespassed. I rounded the corner, catching the silhouette of a man before he hopped her fence.
Shit!
The crows above me squawked with alarm as I raced across the lawn and climbed over the fence. I dropped to the ground and caught his hasty flight toward a black truck parked down the street. My boots pounded the pavement as I gave chase.
I didn’t reach him before he threw open the door and started the engine, gunning it and almost running me over as he sped off. My body hit the ground as I rolled out of the way, diving toward the sidewalk to avoid being trampled. I searched the back of the truck and sighed when I didn’t find a license plate. Of course not. That would be too fucking easy.
I pushed off the ground, tapping into my crow’s vision as he followed the truck. He would keep going until the vehicle stopped. I didn’t want to wait, so I ran back to Abigail’s and slipped inside, annoyed that she still hadn’t moved. She rested as if she knew I stood there, ready to guard her from any threat.
Her body shivered in her sleep, and I reached for the blanket folded over a nearby chair, gently sliding it over her as she snuggled into the cushions.
I felt this instant attraction combined with the knowledge that she needed protection, conjuring a fierce need to shelter Abigail from harm. Shit. If I had a type, it would be vulnerable women. But this time, it wasn’t just about finding a stranger peeking through her windows or a boyfriend who couldn’t control his fists. This woman was blood to my pres and family, which meant she was off limits. A biker princess with a whole club of outlaws to watch her back.
My head knew the right thing to do.Keep my distance. Listen to my pres and follow orders.
My heart? My cock? They both became consumed by her.
