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her easily to the shower. “I made a mess, so it’s time to clean us up.”

She laughs against me but doesn’t try to separate from me. I’ve never cared to have someone in my personal space before. It’s different but not an unwelcome feeling.

We shower together, making me hard again, but I refrain from trying anything. I could easily spend all day in bed with her, but this shit with the Rail Wreckers is literally at my back door. I can’t get lost in pussy and forget what’s right in front of my face.

I look to Talia as she washes her hair and the water cascades beautifully down her body. Yes, I need not forget what is right here.

Danger.

Ten

Talia

“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.” J.R.R. Tolkien – it is far too easy to find myself lost in him, Talia

What in the hell is wrong with me? First last night, I felt my body practically begging the stranger to take me in the bathtub. This morning, if he hadn’t grabbed my hips to control my motions, I was going to let the tip slide inside of me.

I’ve never been so wanton and ready to combust in my life.

Even in the shower, I wanted him to press me to the wall and sink inside of me.

Only, I’m not sure he will fit.

I’m not practiced in having sex, and I haven’t seen many penises in my life, but the one attached to his body seems jumbo size.

But it’s more than what he can do to my body.

I have this undeniable connection to him on such a level I would swear he’s a drug I’m high on. I don’t know why he wears sunglasses all the time, but seeing his eyes this morning, I was addicted to him instantly.

I’ve never seen eyes like his. They draw me in, and I swear they’re never letting me go. Closing my own eyes, I picture his again. They’re almost like a beautiful seashell with layers of color that the more I look, the more I see.

We’re on his bike after making a pit stop at a department store where Koa bought me some biker babe appropriate clothes. I feel like my debt to him growing, but not having my backpack anymore, I’m left with no other options outside of his generosity. Right now, I’m in faded black skinny jeans, black boots, a yellow tank-top that clings to my body like a second skin, topped with a black denim jacket. While it seems a little warm for the jacket, Koa says road-rash is no joke, so the more skin I cover when on his bike, the better. He even bought hair ties and braided my hair for me to avoid tangles.

We arrive at the Kings of Carnage clubhouse, a converted old fire station. Anxiety builds inside me as Koa parks his bike. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, so I wait. He holds a hand out while balancing the bike.

“Grab my hand if you need to, or just use my shoulders, but you climb off, Teineitiiti.”

I figure it out, and as soon as my boots are on the ground, Koa pulls me to him for a kiss, right here in the open. At first, I resist, but the moment I inhale the scent of his leather cut and Koa, I give in, kissing him back with everything inside of me.

“Damn, maybe I wanna keep watching,” someone mutters behind us as I pull away.

Koa laughs, “Nothin’ to see here, Bouncer.”

“I could have fun with that one,” Bouncer teases, and I find myself dropping my head shyly.

Koa slides his sunglasses down so his eyes truly lock to mine. “Promise you no one here will touch you … unless you want them to, but Talia, you need to know I’m not the kind of man to share.”

I bite my bottom lip. A thought hits me, so I let the words tumble out, “You should know, Koa, I’m not the kind of woman to share.”

“Wouldn’t expect you to.”

I don’t know why that gives me confidence, but it does. Hand in hand, Koa leads me inside the clubhouse. Immediately, the guys all give me a chin lift, and I’m not exactly sure what it’s about, but I’m not going to question it.

The one with the beard is towards the back at the pool tables. The first man to approach has a tattoo on his neck that I want to ask him if it