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I hope it is because I have a feeling the second I’m inside her, I won’t want any other man to ever be.
“Not here,” I growl lowly, “I don’t want anyone findin’ us. C’mon, let’s go to my trailer.”
I let her down from the workbench and walk around the shed, careful to make sure no one sees us.
Everyone’s too caught up in the club’s 4th of July party to notice Zoe’s hand in mine.
We walk toward the back of the trailers until we hit the two bedroom I share with Turmoil.
As I push open the front door, she’s pressing against me, her hands roaming against my cut. “I’m not even gonna lie. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be with someone in my father’s club,” she murmurs, her voice filled with both desire and a hint of uncertainty.
I smirk devilishly at her. “Well, luckily for you we have this golden opportunity.”
Inside, I kick the door shut and pull her to me for another deep, possessive kiss. No words needed.
Then she pulls back slightly, looking at me with those wide green eyes of hers.
There’s desire there, yes, but also a little bit of that old Zoe caution. “Is Turmoil going to walk in on us?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Turmoil’s manning the bar for the rest of the night. It’s just you and me.”
She smiles then, satisfaction spreading across her face.
We move together like we were always meant to fit this way, bodies pressing closer and closer.
Her fingers tug at my shirt impatiently.
I take off my cut and hang it up on the hook by the hallway, then rip off my shirt and throw it aside.
She takes in my bare torso, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the six-pack and my Elvis shoulder cap tattoo.
I lead her back to my bedroom and pull her toward me as I shut the door.
Her fingers trace my abs lightly, her touch like fire on my skin.
I suppress a groan at her touch, my hands reaching for the hem of her top. “May I?” I ask gently.
She nods, a faint blush staining her cheeks.
Slowly, I strip off her top revealing her lacy bra beneath.
She’s even more breathtaking than I’d imagined.
Her body is a masterpiece, thin and curvaceous with not a single tattoo to mar the expanse of her flawless ivory skin.
Her long brown hair cascades down her shoulders like a river of silk, and with the blonde ombre, it shimmers in the soft light of the bedroom like molten gold.
I pull her back into my arms and kiss her again, this time more fervently.
My hands roam over her back, tracing every dip and curve.
With every touch, I yearn for more.
Her soft moans and mews make me go wild.
I press my lips against her skin and the vanilla scent envelops me.
Making my way down her stomach, I apply chaste kisses all the way to her inner thigh before pulling her panties down.
