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Before I can ask about it, or even come up with something to say, I feel a hand on my elbow. I look over to find Amelia with a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It’s been a long day for us, what with seeing some sights, so we need to call it a night.” I glance over her shoulder to find Beckett eyeing Driller with narrowed eyes, not at all intimidated by the biker. “Do you want to grab a ride with us? We’re grabbing one back to the hotel, but we can drop you anywhere,” she offers kindly.
“How about you stay and have one drink with me, Darlin’?” Driller’s voice is smooth and sultry, causing my skin to break out into goosebumps. Amelia’s smile widens as I bite my lip and look over at him. There’s something like hope in his eyes which has my heart flipping in my chest. “Just one drink, then I’ll make sure you get home safely.”
Amelia gives my elbow a squeeze like she’s encouraging me to accept his offer. I admit, I want to. But I also know she won’t leave me here if I’m not sure.
“One drink,” I agree.
Driller smiles and it feels like I can’t breathe. What the fuck is happening to me?
“Great,” Amelia chirps. She leans in and whispers, “If you change your mind, call me and we’ll be back here in a matter of minutes. But give him a chance. He hasn’t been able to take his eyes off you since you sat down with us.”
When she pulls back, she nods slightly. We say our goodbyes with the promise to meet up for dinner before they leave town. Before they even walk out of The Sanctuary, Driller has pulled my attention back to him. Suddenly, I’m nervous and the only question I have is a simple one.
Now what?
CHAPTER 2
THREE MONTHS AGO - FEBRUARY
KADE “DRILLER”
My body is strung tight as I stare at the woman in front of me. I felt the change in the air the moment she walked into The Sanctuary. It was her; it was all fucking her.
I haven’t been able to stop watching her as she’s talked and laughed with her friends while nursing a beer at the bar. Normally I would have been at the clubhouse to have a drink, but I needed a little bit of a break. It’s getting more difficult to disconnect from the time I have with my brothers when I know it’s almost time to head back out onto the rig.
I don’t have to be back for another week, but this stint is going to feel like forever because I know what’s on the other side. I’ll be putting in three months on the job this time so I can spend all summer at home. I need a break. I’ve been working on an oil rig for far too long.
When it was just short stints where I only had to start new production rigs, it was fine. It was easy to be on the water for a few weeks and to come home and enjoy being part of the Devil’s Saints MC. Then shit went down and Dad died. I was only 18 and hadn’t had my patch for very long when it happened.
Mom could have leaned on the club, but she blamed them for Dad’s death even though it was an accident which had nothing to do with the club. Mom was an old lady, but she never loved the life, which became very fucking clear after Dad died.
I probably wouldn’t have cared, but she wasn’t willing to accept the club’s help and with my two younger sisters being eight and seven, both surprises which weren’t exactly planned, she put pressure on me to make sure she was taken care of. Looking back on the last ten years, none of which has gone how I thought it would, I should have taken up Lucifer’s offer for him to take care of Mom and my sisters through me without her knowing.
But the fucking guilt she heaped on me, along with the way she berated me about being the man of the house after Dad died, made it impossible for me to put my pride aside.
I’m just not sure how much longer I can keep going the way I have been. I’m exhausted and the physical labor is taking its toll. I feel much older than my almost 29 years. I ache and I can’t see the physicality of my job helping to keep me healthy for much longer.
In just a few months my eldest sister, Emma, will be graduating from high school. Then my only other sister, Miley, will be done with school next year.
I don’t think I can make it another year out on the Gulf. I just can’t do it.
I’ve put my dreams on hold for far too long.
“Driller,” the gorgeous woman in front of me murmurs softly, pulling me from my thoughts and the downward spiral my soul was trying to plunge into. When I look into her eyes, the dark pools I find there pull me towards her making thoughts of my time on the rig and my fucked-up family feel like a million miles away. “Can I ask how you got your road name?”
“I work out in the Gulf on an oil rig,” I explain and try not to puff my chest out with pride as her gaze rakes over my body. Again. Fuck, the things this woman’s looks do to me. I don’t think my cock has ever been harder. “But I want you to call me Kade,” my voice is husky as I tell her my given name.
I should be shocked at myself for sharing it with her, but it feels right. There are only a few people in this world who call me Kade, but this woman deserves the honor and the intimacy of it.
The fact that I’ve just met her doesn’t matter.
“Kade,” she whispers, the sound skittering along my skin. I smile as I watch her eyes glaze over with sin and lust. She licks her bottom lip, and it takes all my fucking willpower not to taste her right here and now. “I’m Emery.”
I take a moment to allow my eyes to linger over her, touching her with my gaze everywhere I want to touch her with my hands and mouth. Her hair is dark brown, thick, and flows down over her shoulders. It looks so damn soft that my fingers are begging to dive in and grip hard. Her lips are pouty and a pink color that reminds me of a blush, but not because she’s wearing lipstick. The top she’s wearing isn’t overly tight or low-cut but gives me enough of a glimpse of the tops of her tits that my mouth waters with the thought of latching my mouth onto her skin. I bet her nipples are the same color as her delectable lips and I can’t wait to find out if I’m right.
She’s shorter than my 6’3” height, but she’s not pint sized. She’s probably 5’7” and the way her waist dips in makes me want to wrap my hands around her hips and pull her closer to me. I can almost feel the way her long legs would wrap around me as I press her up against a wall.
My cock is fucking leaking inside my jeans. The ache of my shaft pressing against the zipper is just enough to pull me up short from bending her over the bar and fucking her without a single care about who is here to witness it right now.
