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For a long time, neither of us spoke. I lay there, eyes on the ceiling, listening to our breathing slow down. Eventually, he shifted onto his back and kicked his boots off along with his jeans. He used a tissue from the box on his nightstand to dispose of the condom before pulling me against him, holding me close.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou good, baby?\u201d I considered lying, but didn\u2019t bother. \u201cBetter than good.\u201d He tilted my chin up so he could kiss me, gentle this time. \u201cRest with me a while.\u201d His voice was husky and I thought I detected a hint of vulnerability. Like he didn\u2019t expect I\u2019d give in to the demand. And there was no mistaking it was a demand. I didn\u2019t think the man was capable of asking for much of anything he wanted.<\/p>\n

He simply took it. I gave a happy sigh, letting my eyes slide closed. \u201cNot sure I could leave right now if I wanted to.\u201d His warm chuckle seduced me even more. I liked hearing him happy so it was easy to stay wrapped in his arms and just\u2026doze. I shouldn\u2019t stay here. Shouldn\u2019t get too comfortable because in no world did this situation work out for me. Not like I wanted anyway. I needed to get the hell out of here and come clean to Ghost.<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t done anything wrong at this point, but only because of technicalities I knew Bloody Jack wouldn\u2019t care about. I looked up at Rocky. In sleep, he looked far more relaxed than I\u2019d ever seen him. It was easy to forget all my good intentions. I needed to get dressed and leave. If I accidentally pilfered through his shit in the process of looking for my clothes and found the damning evidence I needed, so much the better.<\/p>\n

Right? I could have gone for it. Could have maybe found the patch or something else connecting him with the Copperheads or any other club.<\/p>\n

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18. About the Author 19. 14 Days of Love & Lust 20. 14 Days of Love & Lust 1kitap1.com\/en I rolled into the packed lot of Outlaw’s Rest, my purple hair whipping against my face as I cut the engine of the Harley my dad had given me a few months after I\u2019d turned eighteen. The night air carried the familiar mix of exhaust fumes, cigarettes, and, likely, trouble.<\/p>\n

Bikes from every club within a hundred miles crowded the pavement, chrome glinting under the parking lot lights, patches and colors announcing allegiances that normally kept to their own territory. But tonight was different. Tonight was the Bloody Valentine’s Ball, the one night a year when colors didn’t matter quite so much and everyone tried to behave.<\/p>\n

At least, mostly everyone tried to behave. There always had to be one idiot. My combat boots crunched on the gravel as I swung my leg off my Harley, adjusting the hem of my black dress. The thing was tight over my ass and the uneven hem had a slit up to my hip. The top stretched over my breasts showing as much cleavage as I\u2019d been able to manage in the deep neckline, while the long sleeves molded my arms. Over the whole ensemble I wore my club vest which declared I was club property.<\/p>\n

Not my usual style, but the old ladies had rules about the Valentine’s Ball, and showing up in jeans meant cleaning the bathrooms for a month. I’d learned that lesson last year. “Damn, girl,” called a gruff voice from the entrance. A newer prospect from the Road Demons leaned against the doorframe, his massive build intimidating. Likely the reason the Road Demons took him in. I couldn\u2019t remember his name but the man had been trying to get me to hook up with him for a solid month and his constant presence whenever I came to Outlaw\u2019s Rest was anything but restful.<\/p>\n

I was getting fed up with the bastard. “Ghost know you’re out dressed like that?” I flipped him off as I walked by. “Ghost taught me how to gut a man with a hunting knife. Pretty sure he’s not worried about my hemline.” The aforementioned hunting knife was strapped to my thigh, peeking out from my skirt with every step.<\/p>\n

The guy scrubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “Fair enough.” The transformation inside hit me like a slap. Outlaw’s Rest was the grimiest bar in three counties on a normal day, all dark wood soaked in decades of whiskey. But tonight, it looked like Valentine’s Day had thrown up all over the place. Red and black streamers hung from the ceiling, tables were covered with dark tablecloths and centerpieces made of roses wrapped in actual barbed wire.<\/p>\n

Someone had even mounted MC patches inside heart- shaped frames along the walls.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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