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Now, bracing myself against the door as I held a sleeping, vulnerable, injured woman in my arms, I clenched my jaw and hoped that every bump in the road didn’t cause further pain or injury.
I never clutched a woman this close for anything other than sex. It fucked with my head when her warm breath fanned across my neck. Soft lips touched my throat with every exhalation of her lungs.
And her scent. Fuck. Sweet, slightly floral, and a hint of citrus. Clean. Fresh.Innocent.She wasn’t a club girl or any of the member-seeking gold-diggers who wanted security and a guy with a patch. To them, it didn’t matter who they fucked to obtain what they wanted.
Used-up pussy stopped being my style long ago. That was half the reason why I became a nomad. No charter to dictate my every move. No “come home now” or “where have you been” from an ol’ lady who wanted to dictate every fucking thing I did. I had the freedom to choose, and the wind in my hair, my knees in the breeze, and life was fucking good.
But that seemed like a distant, forgotten dream now.
Blair’s curves fit against my body like they were designed for it. Soft, silky hair draped over my arm. Sun-kissed radiant skin so smooth to the touch that I couldn’t resist trailing my fingers over her bare arm. And that fucking ass of hers. Juicy. Bubbly. Enough jiggle to drag my gaze from anything else in the vicinity when I saw it. I had the sudden urge to grip the apples of those cheeks and squeeze them.
Fuck me. I was falling hard and fast for her, which didn’t make any sense. I didn’t do relationships. Or, I should say relation-shits because that was all I had in the past.
But Blair? She could actually be the one—ol’ lady material—permanent. She’d already proved she was fierce and loyal. How many friends would take a beating for one another like that instead of running away? She stood up for someone she cared about, faced danger, and didn’t back down.
Goddamn. That was sexy.
I needed to know more about this woman. She wasn’t going anywhere until I learned more about her and her missing friend.
There was shit I needed to know to be able to protect her. Details that could save her life. She might not like my intrusion and questions, but they were necessary. She’d see how fucking stubborn I could be with people I cared about.
Blair had suddenly landed on that tiny list.
Manic glanced my way. “How did you meet her?”
I guess he didn’t hear that part of the conversation when I was on the phone with Maddog. “Toxic Tonic. Found her outside the building. Someone beat the shit out of her and left her there. She couldn’t even fucking stand on her own,” I growled.
“Fuck. Who the fuck hurt her?”
“Mateo Ruiz.”
He whistled. “You’re not gonna like this guy. He’s got a bad rep.”
“I hated him as soon as he touched her. Don’t give a fuck about anything else.”
“Yeah, I hear you. I fucking hate pricks like him. Cocky assholes with tiny dicks and inflated egos.”
“As soon as she’s better, I’m going after him.”
Manic cut his gaze in my direction. “Shit. You better not go alone.”
He didn’t try to talk me out of it. Good. “I won’t if you’re coming with me.”
“I need to get Bianca settled first. She wanted to help get the clubhouse cleaned and sorted. Lark invited her.” He shook his head. “I don’t like them being there with all the construction. It’s not safe. Too many variables.”
“And people we don’t know.”
“Exactly.”
We vetted who we could, but we had to hire out help for things we couldn’t do, like electrical work. None of us had that expertise.
At this point, we needed more members to provide security and help with the remodel. If it came down to it, I would protect Blair first. The thought unnerved me. The only person I put before the club was my old man. He was first, followed by my Marine brothers and the club.
At least now I could say they fell into the same category now.
Blair didn’t wake up when we parked the van and arrived at the clubhouse. I held onto her as I stepped out, careful not to jostle her too much. She mumbled something I couldn’t understand, and her breathing evened out again. She slept deeply, and I knew she needed it. I needed to get her inside and to a warm, comfortable bed.
There was only one option—my room.
