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  A moan escapes me. His chest rumbles with a growl that vibrates through my back. My leather jacket and cut are pulled down, baring my left shoulder before he sinks his teeth into my skin. I gasp due to the flare of pain that flashes to heat, and when his tongue laps lazily over his mark...I all but lean back against him, ready to turn into a puddle of goo in his hands to do with me whatever he feels like.

  This man has created a remote and has the ability to push all the right buttons to control my body. I need to snatch back some control; no one owns me. That right there makes me stop in my tracks, spin around and dig my fingers into his cut to drag him closer. Time to turn the tables.

  His eyes flare as he just stands there, rising his eyebrow at me before he says, “Well now, that’s different.” I can tell he’s fighting a grin.

  “What? Don’t tell me no woman has ever,” I don’t get to finish what I was going to say because he interrupts me.

  “Never. Whatever you were going to say I can answer with; none. Not one woman has ever dared to advance, taken the first step, jump me, or even so much as initiated a kiss. I won’t allow it, everything always went down the way I allowed it to.” He inches forward into my face. “I kinda like your hands on me, taking lead, sweetness.” Husky. My skin prickles from the way his words penetrate me. It’s like a confession, a plead, a challenge...all of those wrapped in one.

  Standing on my toes, I tighten my fists and bring our mouths together. Soft at first but this man unleashes longings deep inside me that boil on the inside, searching for the steam to flow out to release pressure. It’s for that reason I nip his bottom lip and give it a tug. I lick away the sting before diving inside in an overwhelming need to taste him.

  Sliding one hand up to cup his neck while the other one runs through his short hair that’s got just enough length for me to grip. I guide his head to the left so I can deepen the kiss. I did mention he drives me crazy, right? I feel like I need to climb him like a mountain I need to conquer.

  He growls into my mouth, grabbing my ass in one swoop that has me automatically wrapping my legs around his waist. The kiss turns from devouring into pure domination where I barely manage to keep up. This man utterly consumes me and yet again I come to a point where within this moment...I don’t care, as long as he doesn’t stop.

  Shit. The doorbell rings and my disappointment is apparently shared with Calix as he growls his frustration into my mouth. He rubs my pelvis against his thick erection before he lets me slide down his body.

  “That damn man is never fucking early except now? What the actual goddamned, fucking, hell?” he grumbles and it’s now that I realize it’s the first time I catch him cursing that much. Even more...he openly shows and voices emotion...so the polite, controlled biker does have the ability to lose control...nice.

  My heart leaps over the fact that I’m the one who pushed him. He’s a man who always seems in total control. The both of us were just as caught up in this moment. That’s never happened to me, and I can imagine by Calix’s reaction that it’s something he’s not used to either; we were ready to put our lives on hold so we could create a space that contains just the two of us.

  But it also scares me. The only thing I’ve ever experienced was a crush on a guy I thought was wild and free, someone who would give me everything I gave him in return. In the end he was disgusting, less than nothing, and the biggest asshole that walks this earth. He was a huge mistake, one that still haunts me.

  I need to be careful with Calix. And, dammit, my dad and his bright ideas. Now I wonder if he set me up...no, he wouldn’t...would he? Yikes. No way would my dad go boyfriend hunting for me. Or in our terms...hook me up with an ol’man. Dammit, when I think about it even more...yeah...he would.

  No...Calix doesn’t strike me as a man who would let someone hook him up. He glances up to a screen on the wall that shows a biker standing in the elevator. Calix strolls over and allows the elevator doors to open so the guy can step inside the apartment.

  Calix flips on the lights, making the guy chuckle. “Sorry, man. Seems like I’ve interrupted your playtime, huh? I’m early, I know. But when Zack told me I was heading to the Ohio chapter, I jumped into action. It’s been years since we’ve been there. Can’t wait.”

  “Rein it in, C.Rash. You were a baby back then, a prospect who couldn’t keep his cock in his pants. That’s not what I need. I need someone that has my back because shit is about to flare up there. I need my eyes up ahead, I don’t have time to keep watch over you, boy.” Calix’s voice has turned cold at the end, a loud and clear warning.

  Every inch of desire and emotion inside my body toward this man flushes away with the reality of why I came in search of Calix in the first place. I need backup. I need more than one reliable person, someone who’s capable of handling anything. Because I know for sure Dane would gladly kill my father who he thinks is warming the president chair for him.

  Another reality is that my father is dying. He might think he’s keeping it from me, how bad his heath has gotten, but that’s not something one can hide. Not when I’m living with him and can see it with my own eyes. Well, and the fact I found the letters from the hospital and the bills along with it.

  “I’m aware, I’m just excited. You know that, I’ve got your back at all times, brother,” the guy Calix called C.Rash says. “Dams is coming with too. He’ll be joining us for about two weeks I think, and Tyler will drive back and forth to relieve him if we need to stay longer.”

  “I’m aware. I’ve requested the VP tag along, his opinion is vital for me.” Calix keeps his eye on me when he says this and it makes me wonder what it entails.

  My skin prickles with awareness that I can’t place. I feel as if the last few hours were a whirlwind that spun my life into another dimension. Nothing makes sense since this guy came into my life. I need to get back home, at least there I’ve got my dad to turn to for advice and strength. I would say it’s where I feel safe, but I guess Dane fucked that up a long time ago and recently, when I became the VP, it got worse.

  Calix steps toward me, grabs my upper arm and guides me down the hall. “Stay put C.Rash, we’ll be right back.”

  C.Rash says something along the lines of not having a problem with us having a quickie while he waits on the couch.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I ask him while I yank my arm from his grip and spin around.

  “Grabbing my stuff so we can get out of here, but I need to ask you some questions so I’m multitasking.” He stalks over to a closet and pulls out a large bag and starts to fill it with jeans and some Henleys.

  “What questions? And aren’t you going to throw in some underwear?” Why did I pop out that question? But for real...the man went from jeans, to Henleys, to throwing in a large box of condoms. Uh huh, I didn’t question the condoms...I guess I’m the weird one here, right?

  “I turned in my badge, became a silent partner in my own damn club I’ve owned for years, and quit my bartending job. I’m not wearing my suits anymore where I needed underwear. I’ve never worn boxers underneath jeans, so no...no underwear. Unless,” He pins me with a stare. “Do I need to bunk with your dad, or sleep on his couch? Then I might need some boxers. He always did freak out if brothers were walking around naked.”

  His statement makes me snort and shake my head. “True. That hasn’t changed. And probably the reason why he didn’t allow me in the clubhouse until seven years ago. If you’re planning on staying with us, then you need boxers. We do have a spare bedroom though.”

  “We?” Calix’s eyebrow shoots up. “You live with your dad fulltime, no apartment on the side?”

  “Nope. I never moved out. All I’ve been doing all my life is study and after that work. I took care of my mom and dad every step of the way as they’ve done so for me.” I feel a proud smile sliding on my face.

  Because for sure I am proud. Of what my parents taught me, life lessons, and their guidance. I owe them so much and giving something in return
, anything, no matter how small or how big, is a privilege.

  Calix steps up and brushes his knuckles against my cheek. “Absolutely stunning when you light up like that. Adoration, pride, longing, love, so many powerful emotions right on display. It’s rare you know...throwing that door open to allow a person to get a glimpse of your soul.”

  I swallow hard and step away while I mutter, “Don’t forget to pack underwear and a toothbrush,” before I practically run out of the bedroom but I turn in the doorway, suddenly realizing he mentioned turning in his badge. “Wait...you were a cop?”

  He gives me a slight smile with a wink before he says, “A detective.”

  Biting my lip, I let my eyes slide over his appearance. Fully inked, from his hands up to his throat, two days’ worth of scruff decorating his hard jaw, short dark hair. No. I clearly can’t picture him as a detective, yet he does hold the kind of authority that states he can do anything.

  “How many different kinds of handcuffs does a guy need in a lifetime?” Ugh, again with my insane brain wrapping around the fact that this guy owns a BDSM club where they use them and did the line of work where they used them for other purposes.

  And why does my body decide to be utterly turned on by that little fact? I mean it’s not like I crave to be shackled and incapable of...yeah, scratch that, because that would be thrilling to be at the mercy of this inked up muscled mass of a man who always seems in perfect control.

  “If I would slide my hand down your panties, I would find you wet with anticipation. Right, Ten? Because I can assure you I still have handcuffs. Though I won’t use them on you. I would grab both wrists in one hand, hold them pinned above your head as I keep your body hostage with mine. You see, I’ve got many ways to make you light up, sweetness. To prepare your body in a way where you’re begging me to stop, pleading to surrender to the kind of pleasure no man has ever given you.”

  He’s standing on the other side of the room and yet it feels like he’s got his hands all over my body, lighting it up with the promise of just mere words. This man is dangerous in many ways but mostly...he’s a hunter that would eventually capture my heart, conquer it for safe keeping, slaying every threat in its perimeter.

  Shit. That’s exactly why I need to focus. Every damn time this man seems to make me forget everything other than the need to spread my legs. “Let’s cut this short. Clearly, we need to fuck and get this itch scratched we both seem to have when we’re near each other, but I have other things to deal with that are more important. You’re distracting and making me feel out of balance. So, this,” I wave a hand back and forth between him and me, “we’re going to put a pin in it and when everything is handled, we’ll go for a few rounds of sex so the both of us can be on our merry way again.”

  I blink twice before he’s in front of me, pulling my body out of the doorway, pressing me against the wall as he shuts the door with a loud bang. Fury invades his eyes and his chest is heaving rapidly. His body is flaring up, all the signs that I’ve struck a nerve and he’s barely keeping a handle on his always calm demeanor.

  “Why the fuck do you always have to push my damn buttons, Ten? Even if I’ve got a guy trying to kill me in front of me, a knife in hand ready to strike when I’ve got no weapons other than my bare hands to fight back...not even then, do I feel any-fucking-thing. Yet you? You seem to pull all my nerve wires and yank the fucking shit out of them. Do you really think I want a quick fuck to get it out of my system? Guess again, sweetness, because before you waved that pretty tight ass in front of me, my life has been a boring gray mass. You spike colors that I never knew existed. And you dare say I’m making you feel out of balance? Try imagining how I fucking feel. So yes, we need to handle a lot of things before we will deal with us, but I can assure you that there’s no damn way I will put a pin in it. Unless it’s my cock that will be doing the pinning, then I’m all for it.”

  He doesn’t even allow me to speak but crashes his mouth over mine. His tongue enters my mouth and dances viciously around with the kind of intensity that has me digging my nails into his skin. This man drives me completely insane.

  Calix pulls back just as abruptly but grips my neck, lifting my chin with his thumb to make our eyes lock. “Don’t fight me on this because you won’t like the punishment I have in mind.” A smirk paints his sexy lips. “Ah, you like that thought, don’t you? Eyes dilating beautifully, your heartbeat picking up speed underneath my fingers. You’re so damn responsive. You’re right. We need to focus on the tasks at hand but after that...all bets are off. You’ll be mine, clear?”

  Chapter 05

  ***Calix***

  I voiced the words over my goddamn lips I never thought would slide right out; you’ll be mine. She might as well take it as a spoken claim. To her. Ten. Though she might shove those words away and give them a different meaning. One where she’s mine to finally fuck. Make no mistake...that’s gonna happen too, but that would only be the start of it.

  She’s the complete package. It’s like a crystal in the sun. Every time you shift it slightly, the sparks will radiate in a whole different way where you discover yet again the beauty of it all. That’s her. Surprising, refreshing, feisty, hot, and from what I’ve heard...she’s also got a damn fine brain. All the reasons to grab what’s right in front of me.

  But I also saw the shock in her eyes. Before she could get one word over her puffed up, prominent, cherry painted lips, I gave her a quick and hard kiss and told her to wait with C.Rash in the living room so I could finish packing. I had to fight a laugh from slipping out because she was sputtering and waving her hands in protest as I guided her out of my bedroom.

  When I walked back into the living room she only gave me hard glares and not one single word. That’s fine by me. And the situation stayed like that for hours. Due to the fact that we’ve been riding since then. Not much discussion time when you’re riding a bike. But we just parked our bikes and are heading into the clubhouse of the Areion Fury MC, Ohio chapter.

  All kind of feelings hits my chest; recognition, family, brotherhood. This used to be my home. Even now, years and years later, it feels right coming back here. Dams and C.Rash step in behind me as I follow Ten who’s heading straight to the left corner where two couches sit across from each other, a few chairs on the left and right with a table in the center. Big Oaks is sitting on one couch, a few bikers are occupying some of the chairs. Among them are Dane, Feargal, Beck, and Hugo.

  Hugo’s an old friend who was also a prospect around the same time Big Oaks brought me into the club. He jolts up and shouts, “You sonofabitch, about time you dragged your ugly ass back in here.”

  “Shut it, you ugly mutt. It’s been barely three weeks since I last saw you.” I act annoyed but on the inside I’m damn excited to see my old friend.

  “Three weeks? Try three years, since I ran into you across state lines, fucker. You never call, don’t write, no smoke signals, nothing. I thought you died on me.” Hugo punches me in the shoulder before he gives me a man hug.

  I smack him on the back a few times, grab his shoulders and pull him back, giving him a tiny headbutt. “Damn, I missed your annoying ass, man,” I mutter.

  “You seriously back for good now? Tell me Big Oaks wasn’t fucking lying when he told me you might honor his request,” Hugo whispers the words meant for my ears only.

  “All in good time, brother,” I tell him and watch how Ten plunks down on the couch, sitting across from her father.

  I stroll over and sit down right next to her. Dane glares at me. I lean back and spread my arms, draping one over the back of the couch and the other over Ten’s shoulder. She spins her head toward me, shooting me a look that states I’m way out of bounds. I don’t fucking care. I’ve told her she’s mine so I’m openly stating claim. But this might also be a very easy way to ruffle Dane’s feathers. Judging from the way Dane’s eyes almost pop out of his skull, he got my message loud and clear.

  Dane’s eyes shift to Ten. “Get up,” he hi
sses through his teeth. “Get up and sit somewhere else.”

  My fingers tighten around Ten’s shoulder. Hoping she’s got the logic train of thought that with this action; me laying claim on her. We could draw him out...he’ll fuck up much easier when he’s mad as hell.

  I’m about to calmly address the fucker when Ten surprises the hell out of me. Her hand goes to my thigh as she snuggles against me, ignoring Dane completely. Her eyes find mine as she asks, “Did you want me to grab you a beer?”

  The corner of my mouth twitches. Fuck. Even when I know she’s playing around, a little show and tell that we’ve hooked up together...my cock can’t tell the damn difference, gorging itself with blood, becoming slightly painful in the confinements of my jeans. Besides...she might be playing, but I’m not.

  My fingers find her blonde hair, wrapping it around my fist as I tug her head back and slam my mouth down on hers. My other hand was already reaching for her wrist in case she would push me off, but instead she surprises me yet again when she moans into my mouth and cups my face. Pulling back, she nips my bottom lip.

  She stares at my mouth, all play long gone, as she says breathily, “Or you can drink me, whatever.”

  Laughter rips from my throat. “I’d rather have you any day, all day, sweetness,” I tell her honestly, because for real...I can’t wait to have her.

  A throat clears and then Big Oaks’ voice flows through the air. “Okay, you kids, that’s enough. There’s only so much my stomach can take these days.”

  I make sure to brush my lips against hers before I direct my attention on Big Oaks. “Sorry there, Prez. Didn’t mean any disrespect.”

  “None taken, Calix. You might actually make me happy...or not, depending on your answer. What’s it gonna be, boy? Scrap metal? Gold? Any idea?” Big Oaks asks.