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I’m just not sure how difficult it’s going to be to stop myself from taking her to the ground. Everything in me wants to rut into her like a fucking beast the moment I’m inside her house with the door closed behind me.
I’ve prided myself on my control for so fucking long. Being around Rebel, for only a few minutes, has everything I thought I knew about myself crumbling around me. I’m intrigued by what this woman evokes in me, especially because I trust it so completely. I also refuse to move too fast for her.
I’ve seen how quickly my brothers have fallen in love. I knew it was possible. For them. Not for me.
Being around the woman my soul is screaming out for makes me feel off balance. It’s not a sensation I’m used to. I’m not going to back off, but I don’t want to be a bull in a China shop or bulldoze right through my woman and everything she is.
I keep my eyes on her as I follow her step for step until I’m inside her place and toe the door closed behind me. The sound of it closing is loud in the quiet serenity surrounding us. Her eyes light up with something I can’t quite read, and I’m captivated by her again.
“I don’t have any cookies to offer you today, Mo-,” she cuts herself off when I arch an eyebrow. She swallows hard before rasping, “Tyler.”
Fuck.
My cock goes rock fucking hard with hearing my name from her lips. It pushes against the fly on my jeans, daring me to take this woman right here and now. To show her who she belongs to. To show her the kind of man I am. To show her the pleasure I can give her.
It’s been a while—okay, a long fucking time—but I have no doubt I can make Rebel scream my name as I bring her pleasure. I clench my jaw to stop myself from moaning at the thought.
“That’s okay, Hellcat,” I murmur. “I’ll take a raincheck on the cookies if I can take you out for a ride on my bike.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, the same feeling reverberating through me. I’ve never had a woman on the back of my bike. Not even Sofia.
But now that I’ve offered it, rightness settles around me. I already know she’ll feel right pressed up against my back as she clings to me. We’ll need the chilly air biting into us to quell some of the fire between us.
There’s wonder in her voice, “You want to take me out on the back of your bike?”
“Yeah,” I grunt. I arch an eyebrow, the challenge clear. “You up for it?”
She bounces a little on her toes, excitement coming off her in waves. It makes her tits jiggle and I clench my hands at my sides to stop myself from reaching for her and cupping them in my hands. Fucking hell, this woman has no idea what she’s doing to me right now.
I’m not even sure I’m awake right now. This could be some perfect dream. Where my past doesn’t make me recoil from the thought of being with a woman. Where I’m intrigued instead of disgusted by the idea of this woman moaning my name. Where I want and need her.
“I’ve never been on a bike before,” Rebel murmurs, a little hint of fear in her voice.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m cupping her face in my hands. My palms are fucking huge on her face, but my touch is gentle. She seems to lean into it, her eyes closing briefly like she’s soaking up the feeling, before they open lazily, her desire for me clear.
“I’ll never let anything happen to you, Rebel. You’re safe with me,” it’s a vow I plan to always keep.
She smiles up at me and whispers, “I know.”
Fuck. Her trust, which I haven’t really earned, but will, strikes me in the heart. I’m already so gone for this woman.
I’m not exactly comfortable with all of this, but I’m going to have to get over it—quickly—because there’s no way I’m letting this woman go. Not with my soul screaming that she’s mine. Not while need I thought was long gone is pumping through my veins.
“What do you say, Hellcat?”
“I’d love to,” she breathes. I release her slowly before she turns. “I’m just going to grab my boots and the cut. I’ll be right back.”
I watch her until I can’t see her anymore, but then my eyes take in her home. It’s sleek lines and modern furniture, but there are pops of color everywhere I look. There’s something about her home that reminds me of pop art.
When she comes bounding back into the room, I find myself slightly smiling at how excited she is. She freezes as she looks at me but then she’s moving again and grabbing my arm to drag me outside. I’m glad she didn’t say something about my smile, it sure as fuck felt foreign on my face.
I’m waiting for guilt to hit me, but it doesn’t come. Maybe it will later—in the dark of night when thoughts of Sofia haunt me. Maybe it won’t.
I chuckle under my breath as she prods me, “Come on. You can’t offer to let me ride on the back of your bike and then make me wait.”
“Hellcat,” I rumble, and she shoves the cut for our newest brother into my hands.
The look of fake innocence she shoots my way has me shaking my head. I store the cut and pull out the extra helmet I always keep on me. I used to insist it was just in case, but maybe I always had it to be prepared for this moment.
