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“I won’t let you down,” I assured her as we hit her room. “You can trust me.”

A small smile parted Freya’s lips, and she nodded. “I know.” Her eyes sparkled with emotion. “I do trust you. I’m just worried what will happen if we crash and burn.”

I set her ass on the foot of the bed, sank to my knees, and framed her face with my hands. “I’ll make you a promise, Princess. If we crash and burn, we’ll do it together, okay?”

Her eyes darted between mine. “Are you sure this is what you want, Colt? I know how much you’re giving up for me, but do you?”

I grinned because giving up the club didn’t seem so bad. The FBI may be good for me, and I could still help the Demons from behind the scenes, except I’d have my girl by my side.

“Baby,” I rasped, nuzzling her nose with mine. “Ain’t giving up anything compared to what I’m gettin’. As long as you’re with me, I can take the world on.”

Her eyes welled with tears, and she gave a decisive nod as she said the words that made my heart soar.

“Let’s do this.”

Chapter Ten

Freya

All my life, I’d been pushed aside.

My dad was so busy with the club that he sometimes made me feel as if I was in the way. It was obvious Pop chose my brothers and the Speed Demons over me. I knew he did it for the right reasons; he had responsibilities to keep the men safe and their families fed. I got it, but a part of me felt pushed aside.

My mom was great, and I knew she loved me, but she left me at the club when she moved to be close to Tim. Again, I understood why. I had school and my SATs and college to prepare for, but still, she chose to be with Tim over me.

It had been a pattern all my life. So, when Colt came to the club and made time for me when nobody else did, I knew he was special. He helped me prepare for tests, making sure I was okay and not overwhelmed with how fast things happened for me at such a young age. He generally had my back.

As I grew older, I found myself studying him from afar. I’d take in the way his eyes would crinkle at the edges when he laughed. How he’d thrust a hand through his thick hair when he tried to solve a problem. I even studied how his features would darken when he saw a woman who appealed to his baser instincts.

The first time I saw his arousal, I was fifteen.

I walked through the bar one night—later than I was allowed—and there he was, in a dark corner, sitting on a table, legs apart with a woman standing between them.

I watched, mesmerized, as he traced a finger down her cheek and neck until it rested on her collarbone. There, his fingertip traced circles as he nuzzled her neck, murmuring words into her skin.

That night, I experienced my first flush of possessiveness. I didn’t like seeing him that way or with a woman who wasn’t me. I knew about sex—Jesus. I grew up in a biker compound—but I felt sick when I imagined his body connected to hers in the most primal of ways.

I went home that night, and not for the first time, I slid between cool sheets and touched myself to the thought of him being that way with me. In my fantasies, it was me standing between his legs, and the slick moisture coating my fingers, in my dreams, coated his.

So, you see, Colt Van Der Cleeve awakened me in every way. He was my first and only sexual experience. A part of me never believed I’d be the one he chose, but he’d proven me wrong.

I realized now that Colt had been there every step of the way.

Now, watching how he kneeled before me, worshipping me, I knew I wanted him to be my first in every way. I’d always known he was it for me. I’d saved myself for him, after all.

His lips were soft but firm. He coaxed my mouth open with his and tangled his tongue with mine. His moan was full of need, making my knees turn to jelly as he strengthened the kiss, moving his lips like he was half-starved.

My arm slid around his neck, tangling in his hair to pull him closer, sighing contentedly at the feel of his touch and the urgency of his kiss.

Colt’s hand went to my hip and tugged me until my ass rested on the edge of the bed. The belt of my robe unraveled, parting the material, leaving me exposed to his gaze.

His ocean blues ate me up, and his mouth twisted into a smirk. “Look at you. I knew you’d be fuckin’ incredible.”

Something fluttered deep inside my stomach, and a shiver of desire went through me.

I was screwed when it came to Colt. The thought of everything going wrong already made my throat burn with the feeling of missing out on something vital. But the here and now was better than nothing; at least I’d get to have a part of him, even if it turned out we were on borrowed time.

The control thing I kinda understood, but also didn’t. I’d never been in the position to know if I’d like it but I couldn’t help admitting I was curious. It didn’t seem particularly kinky to let Colt have total control, but I had no point of reference to compare it to. He’d been open and honest, though. That had to count for something.

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