Page 1 of Eight Years Later

Prologue

KAT

“You come here often?”

Steam swirled around me, and a thick fog filled the bathroom of my tiny apartment. I swiped at the misted glass and tried to keep the smile from my face when I spied Tally leaning back against the bathroom counter, one leg kicked over the other and his arms folded across his chest.

Watching me.

The smug grin on his face made me shake my head.

“I actually don’t remember the last time Icameright here,” I teased, stepping back into the scorching hot water so the soap suds I’d just lathered across my skin trickled down over my breasts, stomach and legs before disappearing down the drain.

It felt absolutely divine after a long night on my feet. I’d dealt with a frat boy who couldn’t handle his liquor—he’d vomited on the stage while I was dancing—and a bachelor party who tried to pay me to fuck the groom-to-be.

Nothing I hadn’t seen during the three years I’d been stripping at X-Rated, but still not the most relaxing night I’d ever had.

The shower door suddenly swung open, and I gasped at the rush of cold air.

“Well, I think we should change that,” Tally said, his shirt already discarded and his jeans quickly following. He kicked his clothes to the side and stepped into the square glass cubicle, pulling the door shut behind him. I pressed my back against the wall to make room for his large body. Tally’s six-foot frame and broad shoulders took up the small space.

The water hit his chest, dripping down over a set of perfectly carved abs. I couldn’t help but reach for them, tracing them with my fingertips as his fingers curled around the back of my neck and pulled me in a little closer. “How’d you get in here?” I whispered, his lips brushing over mine.

Torturing me.

“Soph let me in,” he murmured as his other hand traced my waist, moving down over the curve of my hip.

My body tingled in anticipation, and my heart kicked into the next gear, pounding harder and faster. But it always did when Tally got close. “She really shouldn’t do that.”

Sophie was my roommate.

She worked from home and looked after my four-year-old, Dylan, when I did late shifts.

I worked for the Brothers by Blood MC in Huntsville, Alabama. Tally was a club member from a chapter a few hours away in Troy.

His hands curved around the underside of my ass, and he lifted me off the floor, pressing my back to the cold shower wall. I followed his lead and wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck. I twisted my fingers in the long bits of hair at the base of his head. “I think, at this point, you should probably just give me a key,” he teased, not missing a damn beat. He lined up the head of his cock with my opening and pressed his hips forward.

I laid my head back, and my eyes fell closed as he filled me. “Dammit,” I cursed breathlessly, tightening my legs around him and forcing his length deep inside me. Water continued to rain down on us, and I knew I would have to turn it to cold soon because that addictive high was building in my gut.

He chuckled, leaning in and pressing a line of kisses under my ear and along my jaw line as he fucked me, the rhythm slow andsteady but building with every thrust. He drove a little deeper, hitting the spot I fucking loved, and made me gasp.

“Oh yeah, there it fucking is.” He growled, burying his face in my neck. “Hold on fucking tight.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for the ride as he pounded into me hard and fast.

“Oh! Yes,” I rasped, my orgasm hitting me like a damn freight train—out of nowhere. “Shit, Tally!”

“Fuck yeah. Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my dick,” he groaned, driving deep into me one last time and holding there, filling me with cum as I rode wave after wave of my orgasm, my body shaking.

The way he knew my body so damn well was infuriating at times.

Tally had a smart mouth, and he liked to run it. He drove me crazy with bad jokes and an attitude that bordered on confident and occasionally crossed into cocky. Maybe I was jealous of how he lived life by the seat of his pants while I was constantly trying to find my feet. When my life felt like utter chaos—Tally always seemed to find the funny side of even the direst situations.

But the part that drove me the most insane was that he was also exactly what I needed during those times. He had become the person who could pull me out of those dark holes and put a smile on my face when all I wanted to do was bury it in the sand and forget about the world.

How was I supposed to keep things with him casual when he had become so fucking important?

He and I had been doing this dance for years.

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