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“Well, at least you know you need someone, or something, else to get a woman off,” I snarked as my hand patronizingly patted his chest.

What the hell does this man bench?

The growl that left his lips sent delicious chills down my spine and moisture pooling between my thighs.

“Babe, I would have no problem giving you the best orgasm of your life, right here, right now.” His hand came up and threaded in my hair, pulling a small gasp from my lips. “I’ll make you come so hard you won’t have any doubts about my ability to get a woman off.” His green eyes were full of lust before turning cold.

Gunner was thrusting a helmet into my hands in the next instant, and his voice was filled with irritation.

“Here, put this on.”

I was experiencing whiplash with his sudden change in demeanor. I didn’t know if I was pissed off or thankful that Gunner had enough self-control to keep us from fucking in the dirt. I was seconds away from getting on my knees and saying please—maybe Torque hit me harder than I thought. Throwing a leg over his bike, he looked back at me expectantly.

“Put the damn helmet on, Ryan, and get on the bike,” he bit out.

Why the fuck did his domineering personality do something for me? This was not normal.

My answer was terse. I was irritated that I was experiencing this emotional rollercoaster for Gunner.

“This one time, Gunner. This one time, I’ll let you tell me what to do. But don’t get used to it.”

I was fucking glad that Gunner couldn’t see my face as I slid onto his bike behind him because I was sure that even my tan cheeks were showing hints of pink. A Scout Bobber wasn’t the biggest of bikes, so of course, Gunner was sitting right between my legs. I was sure he could feel the heat radiating from my pussy and hoped to God I wouldn’t leave a wet spot on the back of his jeans.

The fucking prick knew what this was doing to me, too, because he gave his ass a little shake. Creating friction against my clit that almost had me moaning out loud.

Want to play this game, fucker? After you were just a clit-tease? Let’s play.

The leather of his cut was cold against my chest, causing my nipples to harden even more than they already were. I felt the rumble of his chest as he let out a groan when my hands trailed down his fit body, making their way to rest low down on his waist. I had to bite my lip to hold in a moan when my fingertips brushed the hard-on in his jeans.

Holy shit. This man would reach my cervix for sure.

The need to wrap my fist around it was almost unbearable. But I smirked when Gunner cleared his throat and tried to wriggle his thigh to put space between his dick and my hand before starting up his beauty.

The rumble of his Indian was so intense it did almost make me orgasm. This piece of machinery was a beauty, and I wasn’t sure if one ride would be enough. Maybe if I could get on Gunner’s good side, he would let me on this—alone. I wasn’t sure that would ever happen, though. MC brothers were protective of their bikes. The order of important things in their life went: the club, club brothers, their bikes. Everything else may not even ever make the list. Occasionally an old lady would, but I couldn’t tell you where she would fall on it. It would depend on the brother.

Gunner pulled up to the gate and gave that head nod thing all men seem to fucking do to the douche canoe from earlier. His eyes met mine and narrowed, a snarl appearing on his face. So I made sure I flipped him off with both hands. Gunner stiffened against me. I could tell he was going to get off.

There’s no way he’s getting off to beat douche canoe’s ass for me…

Gunner

Roy’s look of disdain pissed me off and brought back the memory of Lolli’s story about the rumors he was spreading about Ryan.

I was ready to get off and beat his ass right there when Ryan’s warm hands fell back onto my upper thighs, delivering what she thought were comforting pats. They weren’t. The feeling of her hands on my thighs so close to my dick just made me want to groan and go rub one out.

Roy was lucky she’d done that because he was about to have his teeth knocked out, but I didn’t want to do that rocking a boner. I glared at him as we rolled forward, making sure he realized I would kick his ass when I got back.

In this world, you had to demand respect. Sometimes, that meant beating the shit out of someone to show that they were too much of a pussy to do anything but grovel at your feet. The woman whose arms were currently wrapped around me was more than capable of doing that on her own. But for some reason, I wanted to be the one to enforce the respect that she should be given.

My attention was pulled back to Ryan when I felt her squirm behind me, bringing a smirk to my face. The heat from her pussy against my back was driving me crazy. It took all my willpower not to reach back there and feel how wet she was.

A bucket of ice water had already been dumped on me once tonight. Ryan had gotten me to rise to her bait when she told me I wasn’t able to get a woman off—to get her off. But as I took in her beautiful brown eyes, lit with lust and told her how I could make her come, I realized I was playing with fire.

I wanted to fuck her. Right there in the makeshift parking lot with people just yards away. I knew I had to put distance between us. We had jobs to do, and I couldn’t afford to be distracted. I told myself that I’d been hovering over her all night because Pres had told me to. But Pres hadn’t asked me to keep every motherfucker who breathed her way at bay. My back stiffened at the memory of Torque asking Ryan to teach him to grapple; I’d gone into caveman mode and dragged her to an empty table, snarling at anyone who wanted to get close to her.

An irritated sigh left my lips as I recalled that taking her home was supposed to be my solution to getting space between us and not worrying about some asshole trying to hit on her. But now, I was stuck on a bike, going over eighty, with her lithe body pressed up against mine, her hands gripping my lower waist.

So much for space.