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Ivy sat up, their bodies almost touching. “If you plan to do better than that, I think we need to have a doctor on standby.”

He had to agree that their coming together was the best thing he’d ever experienced. However, he was ready to try again just as soon as he got her to his place. He helped her to her feet, unable to stop his hands from smoothing over her sweet little ass. “Get dressed, Ivy. I’d tell you to drive naked, but I don’t want to push our luck.” The thought of someone coming upon her while she was undressed made his inner caveman rear its head.

He picked up her shirt, shaking it off before handing it to her. She slipped her panties on, then slid the top over her head. Her jeans were next, but he shook them out first, not wanting her to get dirty with the dust and gravel that littered the ground where they’d been lying. While she shimmied into the black denim, he adjusted his clothes. “Follow me,” he said once she was back behind the wheel.

Ivy lifted her hand, her finger curling toward her. “I need a kiss first.”

Chapter Seven

Ivy loved the slightscratch from his beard as he rubbed his cheek against hers after giving her a kiss that nearly stole her breath. Her body still tingled from his possession, but god, she was ready for round two.

She drove behind him as butterflies danced in her stomach. The slow pace this time was different than the one up to the clubhouse. A shiver wracked her as she imagined how the meeting could’ve gone sideways. Her lips trembled at the image of Rooster holding a knife to his throat. “Never again,” she promised the night. The club had been her life before. Now, her life was going to be whatever she made it. She just hoped Tymber wanted to be a part of her life after what he went through. “I’ll convince him some way.”

A bright star above flared, drawing her attention. She smiled at the sight of a shooting star crossing above her. She kept her eyes open and on the taillight of Tymber’s Harley as she made a wish. Looking back up, the streaking star was gone. “I loved you, Luke,” she said in a low tone, letting the night take her words away through the open top of the Bronco. And she had loved Luke just as he’d loved her. If either of them could’ve changed him, she was sure they’d have done it. Life wasn’t all sunshine and roses; from when she’d lived with her mother and stepdad, she knew that all too well. Yeah, she’d had it bad, but many had it worse. With Tymber, she wanted a fresh start, yet she didn’t want to forget her past. Every mark, every memory, is what made her who she is today, warts and all.

As promised, Tymber slowed his bike and turned onto a drive nearly as hidden as the Royal Sons clubhouse. Her breath caught in her throat at the view in front of her. His home looked like an old farmhouse combined with an industrial structure. The concrete part wasn’t as cold stacked against the barn-like structure. Lights lit up the front in a rainbow of colors.

Pulling up next to him, she twisted the key, letting silence greet her. “This is beautiful.” Beautiful and expensive.

“This is or rather was my grandparents’ place. I was left it when they both passed away.” He stood just outside her door, waiting for her to make a move.

Oh, she knew he wanted her like she wanted him, but he let her choose. Stay or go. Her door creaked as she shoved it open. “Do I get a tour?”

His chuckle made all her girly parts stand up and sing. “You want a tour?”

Ivy hopped down, shaking her head. “Later,” she said.

HER WORDS TRIGGEREDhis need, making him eliminate the space between them. “Grab whatcha need, baby. This is going to be a long night.”

“Shit, my purse and everything is back at the clubhouse.”

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Tonight, it’s about you and me.” At her nod, he leaned his shoulder into her stomach, lifting her onto him. “Woman, I hope you know I plan to stamp my claim on every delectable inch of you. If you aren’t on board with that, tell me no.”

Ivy laughed, her hands going into his back pockets, squeezing each firm cheek. “Oh no, your wallet’s gone.”

Tymber slapped her ass, then pulled the wallet out of the front pocket of his jeans, a chain connected to the end kept him from misplacing the thing. He punched in the code to his front door, opening it once the locks disengaged. He moved forward. The alarm blinked red, telling him nobody had been there since he’d left. With a quick motion, he put the numbers into the keypad, waiting until the box blinked green. Once he ensured the door was locked, he set the alarm again. He didn’t want to be disturbed by unwanted visitors. Small lights illuminated the hallways, allowing him to see his way to his bedroom. Ivy’s silence almost unnerved him.

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