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  I step away and rush over to my backpack. I take a sweater out and pull it on. The nasty biker ripped off my blouse, leaving me half naked. Glancing down I see the asshole on the floor who wanted to rape me—would have—if August didn’t burst inside. Without a second thought my foot swings back and I kick the bastard in the balls. Hard.

  “Nice. Kick a man when he’s down. Dead. Whatever. You claimed one with a mean streak. I think I like her. Now grab your Old Lady and let’s hit the fucking road so we can dodge any after blow,” the President of Lost Valkyries MC says.

  He seems nice, though the scar along his face gives him a mean outer appearance. Maybe it’s the way his voice curls around the words and the fact he backs August up. But don’t all these guys back each other up?

  One’s nice, they’re all nice. One kills a guy, the other…oh, right…there are two dead bodies on the floor, proving my very red point. Yikes. I need to get out of here, fast. I grab my other bag from the floor—and with it have all the things I own in this world—and stalk out the door.

  “Not so fast, darlin’,” August says as his fingers wrap around my upper arm. “You need to come with me, and no fucking arguments; we need to move fast.”

  Shit. August is right. We need to get out of here before anyone can tie us to those two dead guys. Though I’m pretty sure my brother didn’t check in using his own name, anyone who sees us can give the police a description for sure. Without objecting, I straddle the bike and wrap my arms around August’s waist as he gets us the hell out of here.

  It’s been six years since I was last in town. Ever since my father took me away when mom got killed. Weird how the death of my father led me to come back here to face Keegan. And look how that went. I should have known better and followed my father’s request, but no, I had this nagging feeling to do the right thing and tell Keegan in person our father died.

  Funny how things go because I for sure never expected to run into August or end up on the back of his bike. It doesn’t matter, though. As soon as I’m able to, I’m going to take the next plane out of here. I don’t even care where to…anywhere but here.

  Normally I would have the next job lined up seeing as I’m an international nanny. My last job I was with a family for two and a half years. It would have ended next week but with my father’s death, the family assured me it was okay to leave early.

  So here I am, no job lined up, and no place to stay. It sucks August is a biker, but he’s someone I used to know and trust. Seeing he basically saved me back there, it’s safe to assume I can trust him enough to bring me somewhere safe. At least give me time to think of what to do next.

  I can still feel the rumble of the bike vibrating through my legs as I walk next to August into a large building.

  “Bark, Titan, Crane, church, now!”

  August leans in next to my ear. “We need to talk things through first with my brothers, then you and I will have a chat.”

  “Fine,” I mutter. “It’s not like I have a choice in any of it.”

  “I’m sure you didn’t, darlin’. Good thing Keegan called me, I sure as fuck don’t want to think what would have happened if he didn’t.” August’s words make me gasp.

  “He called you?” Why the hell would he call August?

  “Yeah.” August rubs a hand over his buzz cut. “Out of the fucking blue. Haven’t heard from him in nine years.”

  “Church, Gust,” the President of this MC growls. “We talk details and shit in there. And bring your Old Lady because we need the intel she has.”

  “Dude, I’m not his Old Lady,” I grumble.

  “Don’t call me dude. The name is Ronin.”

  “Well, I would say it’s nice to meet you, but the circumstances suck. But then again you were one of the two who helped me. Yeah, the verdict is still pending…I’m gonna ride this one out to see where it leads.” I’m not thrilled to be in a clubhouse filled with bikers because my brother and his MC only brought death and destruction to my family.

  Dammit, I should have never returned here. Lesson learned. Again...first plane out of here when I have the chance.

  There are three other men in this room and they all tell me their name. Nice, seems some do have manners. Another difference from my brother’s MC. Maybe I need to keep an open mind when it comes to these guys. Until I can leave that is.

  “Thank fuck all the Old Ladies went on a trip with the kids so we only have our own asses to watch over,” Ronin grumbles.

  “What the fuck happened? You were supposed to pick up groceries and what? Gust managed to come home with an Old Lady instead? Start from the fucking beginning,” Bark, a guy with a beard and lots of ink, says.

  My eyes slide to his pecs where his leather cut states this man here is the VP. Suddenly I’m curious what August does for this MC. Do they have jobs? Tasks? Drugs to run, women to snatch, money to steal, people to kill? A chill runs up and down my spine. I need to leave.

  But I can’t, so instead I sink down on a chair, hoping to gain some information as to what the hell is going on, so I know what I’m dodging as I hightail out of town and never return.

  August takes the chair next to mine. “Me and Prez were at the store when I got a call from someone I knew years ago. Hadn’t heard from the fucker in nine years but he asked for one favor, to pick up his sister. If the favor involved Keegan, I would have ended the call. But I couldn’t ignore it when it involved Paisley.”

  He clears his throat while mine clogs up. Not because my brother called him to come for me...but about the fact August came for me. Like he used to get me home safe when we were teenagers. I reach out and cover his hand with mine and give it a gentle squeeze.

  “Thank you,” I croak in a whisper.

  He gives me a tiny nod but directs his attention to the other guys. “When we arrived at the address he gave me, there were two bikers of Helios Darkness MC already attacking her.”

  “Fuck. Why the hell are they in our fucking town?” Bark curses some more.

  “Probably because of Keegan. Makes sense since the guy grew up here. Last time I heard, he’s Helios Darkness MC’s VP,” August states and it makes me suck in a breath.

  I didn’t know my brother was the VP. Hell, before we spoke on the phone yesterday, I hadn’t seen or talked to him in six years.

  “Gust here claimed Paisley. Then we killed those two fuckers and hightailed out of there,” Ronin grunts and everyone falls silent as all eyes turn to me.

  As if I’m the one to blame for all of it? “Don’t look at me. I only came back to this freaking town to tell my brother our father died two weeks ago. I haven’t seen Keegan since my dad drove us out of town six years ago when retaliation of MC trouble landed at our doorstep. So, don’t you dare look at me. I’m not wearing a cut, I’m not the sonofabitch my brother is. You know what? Let me get out of your hair so you bikers can play with your guns and dicks to see who’s got the biggest ones. I’m going to catch the next plane out of here. Oh, and if you do run into my brother? Give him a damn bullet between the eyes after you tell him his father died.”

  Screw this. I jump up and head for the door. I need to get far, far away from all of this.

  Chapter 03

  ***Gust***

  “Now wait just a goddamned minute,” I growl and manage to catch her upper arm before she slips through the door. I hold her in place and throw the words over my shoulder at my brothers, “I’m gonna take her to my room and talk shit through.”

  “It’s called fucking, Gust. Use your cock and don’t pussyfoot around it but shove it in there to claim your woman the right way.” Crane laughs as I shut the damn door. Asshole.

  Paisley glances over my shoulder with a disapproving look. With what she just threw out about her brother? It’s safe to say this woman’s holding a rightful grudge against MCs in general. And I’m not even mentioning the shit I dragged her away from today.

  Just fucking great. A blast from my past. Sinful body. Hate toward everything I stand fo
r, and I’ve managed to tie this woman to me. Frustrating and a hell of a challenge, but it’s also everything this woman radiates. Good thing I’m up for a challenge and I’ve got the patience along with it.

  I’m an explosives expert. Have you ever disassembled a ticking bomb? I have. Steady as fuck hand, the longest last breath, and the will to live. There’s nothing I can’t do and I have to admit, with all my brothers claiming an Old Lady, I’ve been craving to claim one. Circumstances aside, I never in a million years thought it would be Paisley.

  Paisley, the scrawny fluff with the timid ‘thank you’ and the only one I even cared enough for to make sure she always got home safe all those years ago. Shit. I now realize she was a girl back then, nothing like the hot, lush, filled with sin and curves woman who’s standing in my room. Glaring right at me, I must add.

  Well, I guess it’s time she learned I’m no longer the ‘boy next door who’s gonna make sure she’s gets home safe’ type of guy I was back then. Fuck, no. I might have claimed her to make sure she got out of there alive and in one piece, but I fucking well claimed her for real. Meaning she’s my Old Lady. Mine. No chance in hell I’m ever gonna let her go.

  “You can put your bags over there. And you might want to tone down the glaring, Paisley. I don’t condone that shit if I didn’t deserve it,” I snap.

  Her shoulders sag slightly and she lets her bags drop to the floor. “Sorry. It’s been a hell of a day.”

  I release my breath and try to soften my voice. “Hell of a few weeks by the sound of it. Sorry to hear about your father.”

  She gives me a slight nod to acknowledge my words. I’d like nothing more than to ask what she meant with the retaliation of the MC trouble she mentioned in church, but that’s something I can get intel on through another way. It’s most definitely something I don’t want to get into right now with all the shit going on, lots of time in the future to get to know each other.

  Seeing she’s my Old Lady, nothing will…wait. “Paisley, I claimed you as my Old Lady, you do understand what this means, right?”

  Her eyes go wide. “You just said those words to save me. To get me out of there.”

  I slowly shake my head. “A spoken claim is a solid claim nonetheless, darlin’.”

  A sly smile spreads my face, satisfaction roaring through my body while my cock twitches in satisfaction.

  “You can’t…we can’t…I’m…I…” Panic fills her face and my heart stutters.

  What the fuck? “Don’t tell me you have a fucking boyfriend. Tell me right fucking now. Boyfriend? Married? En-fucking-gaged?”

  “What? No,” she says in utter repulsion.

  “Thank fuck. Well, it’s settled, you’re mine.” I smirk.

  She narrows her eyes and stalks right up to me, punching my shoulder as if we’re the kids we were way back when. “Cut it out, August. You got me back safe, like you always did. I’m thankful, but my ass is gonna walk out the door—get on a plane—to never return to this fucked-up town ever again.”

  If she thinks she can intimidate me or make a stand…all this little flare-up does is make my cock hard. “Nine fucking years, quite a leap to go from timid to feisty, huh, darlin’?”

  I reach out and curl my fingers around her neck. She gasps but not from fear. Fuck, no. Her pupils dilate and her heartbeat picks up underneath my touch. My cock was already hard for her, but I’m pretty sure her cunt is dripping for me.

  I drag her closer and lift her chin up with my thumb. Keeping our gaze locked I let my other hand cup her fine breast through the fabric. Her damn nipple is hard, acknowledging my suspicion of the effect we have on each other. I manage to pinch the tight peak through the fabric, making the sweetest of sounds flow over her pretty plump lips.

  “Paisley,” I growl, barely hanging on.

  ‘Hmmm?” she breathlessly questions as if she needs to drag her brain into our discussion.

  “You. Are. Mine,” I vow as I slam my mouth over hers.

  She melts against me and when her tongue slides over my damn lips in search of mine, it’s a done deal. I need to get my cock inside her. As Crane mentioned; I need to claim my woman the right way.

  Her hands leave my body and she starts to undress herself without disconnecting our mouths. Our kiss is pure lust and hunger. Her mind doesn’t seem to fully understand what’s happening. Though she’s fully invested to get hot and naked; raw fucking. It’s the underlying tone what makes my cock even harder. She’s going to feel what it’s like to be my Old Lady.

  I let my hands roam over her now naked body and it frustrates me I can’t see her. She’s too damn close. I swoop her off her feet easily and throw her on the bed, making her bounce in place. Stripping away the rest of my clothing and boots, I let my gaze slide all over her sweet curves.

  How fucking lucky am I? Fuck women who need to live by a model-like standard, this body right here; all curves and made for me, is what it’s all about. The kind of package designed to handle all of me. How the hell would it ever fit in a tiny package I would break for sure? I let my hand fist my cock and lazily stroke to relish in the way she makes me crazy with every lush inch of her body.

  “Condom or bare?” The raw need in my voice is undeniable.

  She should be glad I even give her a choice because my restraint is bound to shatter and my cock will find her cunt any way, any-fucking-how. The way she gives her head a little shake and rips her eyes away from my cock lets me know she’s fighting the cloud of lust to be sensible. Good. I need her fully invested in what’s about to come.

  “Condom?”

  “Don’t return a fucking question with a question. Be sure about something as crucial as this,” I growl. “It’s been a few months for me and I have a clean bill of health. Besides, before that, I’d only let my cock out to play when it was all suited up. You being my Old Lady gives you the privilege of jumping on bare.”

  She narrows her eyes, some of the lust clearing up when she snaps, “Same here, all clean, on the pill, and only let a dick inside me when it was covered by a condom.”

  Her reply makes me wince and with it understanding dawns. “This is the only fucking time we discuss others.”

  I step closer to the bed and place my knee on it while sliding her legs apart, giving me the perfect visual of her aroused cunt. Her eyes are locked on my bobbing cock. Reaching out, I tweak her nipple, making her hiss as goose bumps spread all over her skin.

  “Eyes on me, Paisley. There will be enough time later to eat up my cock—either with your gaze up close or with your tongue—I’ll make sure you get an eyeful. For now?” I let my fingers slide through her cunt. “You’re going to have my face branded on your soul while I fuck your cunt raw enough to know just who it belongs to.”

  Her breathing becomes shallow and my fingers are rewarded with a rush of wetness. All the damn proof I need to know how turned on she is with mere words.

  “Fucking tight,” I groan as I slide two fingers inside her. “How long has it been?”

  She clenches around me. “I thought we were done talking about others. Just get inside me already,” she hisses.

  I slide my fingers out and smack my open hand against her pussy. Her gasp is becoming one of my favorite sounds and I start to wonder what she would sound like if I fucked her from behind while pumping her ass with a dildo. Fuck. Now I’m the one hissing to hold back the surge of lust coursing through my body. Dammit. What the hell is this woman doing to me?

  Chapter 04

  ***Paisley***

  Did he just smack my pussy? The sting turns to liquid heat, making my clit throb even more. Oh, shit. I’m in way over my freaking head. How could I ever think this guy was safe? A solid connection from my past who was always there for me.

  Now? Raw need radiates from his gaze, scorching me with the heat he’s about to unleash upon me. The words he just gave me? I’ve never had a guy talk to me like that or openly state his need to have me.

  With the turn of events these last f
ew weeks I decide to let go. Once I stepped inside August’s room, I surrendered to what’s to come; the ride he would take me on. And he’s doing a damn fine job of making me forget anything besides our two bodies.

  I always had a secret crush on August but being young and invisible to boys, one can’t act on insecurities. Let alone confess to your brother’s friend you have the hots for him. Even more when I didn’t even know what those feeling entailed back then. Now I freaking know. And to be honest? It still scares the shit out of me but oh, do I long for it to happen; for us to happen.

  I’m done with talking, or thinking for that matter. The way he asked about how long it’s been since I’ve had sex? Years. I’m not about to admit to this man—who radiates sex—I’m practically inexperienced. I can count the few times I’ve had sex on one hand and it was with the same person. And I can honestly say the guy didn’t even arouse a fragment of what August has managed to flare up. Another reason I can’t wait to feel him inside me.

  I’ve never believed in love or lust at first sight but the feeling of righteousness I felt when August stepped back into my life—at a time when I needed him the most—can only be described as destined to be. So, now I’m destined to have some amazing sex.

  My gaze slides to his impressive length. The most enthralling and breathtaking sight. Maybe his question about how long it’s been since I’ve had sex wasn’t as weird as I thought…it’s going to take some effort to get something this huge to slide inside my pussy.

  “Eyes,” August rumbles.

  As if his voice, body, dick—all of him—isn’t intimidating enough, he needs to hold my gaze as if he’s claiming my very soul. Shit. How many hours since we met again? And we’re freaking naked and in bed together.

  “Stop,” August snaps and it’s as if my heart slows down with his harsh demand. “Why is there suddenly a hint of panic in your eyes, darlin’?”