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I cleaned myself, washed my hands, and yanked everything back into place.

“Harley,” I squeaked, and seconds later, the door opened, and he scooped me up.

Harley settled me on the bed and climbed in silently.

I went rigid.

“Oakley, I don’t force myself on women, but I ain’t going to rest with you screaming. Cuddle up and go to sleep,” Harley ordered as he laid down.

“Harley, I can’t snuggle up. Jeez, I don’t know you!” I exclaimed, although severely tempted. Harley’s chest was broad, and his arms looked big.

“I’m twenty-three years old, a prospect with Rage MC. My parents are Drake and Phoenix Michaelson. I have seventeen brothers and sisters… no, Mom is not a brood mare. She birthed seven kids and adopted the rest of us. My brothers are Carmine and Tye Michaelson, my sisters are Jodie and Serenity Michaelson. Well-known names. I ride a Harley and am becoming known in my chosen career as a weapon’s master. Now you know me. Go to sleep, Oakley,” Harley said.

With a huff, I rested my head on Harley’s chest, and his muscled arm came around me and wrapped me up.

“That makes me feel safe,” I muttered.

“Good.”

“Blacksmith? That’s unusual,” I said.

“I enjoy it. Watching something form out of a shapeless lump of metal is satisfying.”

“Your sisters are beautiful.”

“Thank you, I think so.”

“Head—”

“Oakley, go to sleep,” Harley ordered on a soft sigh.

“Okay.”

Harley

A smile crossed my lips as Oakley’s leg swung over mine, and she burrowed tightly into me. She was a snuggler, and I liked it. Her hair was fanned out over my chest, and an arm was across my waist.

This felt nice and was something I could become used to. I’d had women in the past but wasn’t a player by any means. However, sharing a bed was something I had never done before, making this a novel experience. I was still trying to decide how to handle Oakley. The temptation was to take Oakley home, but I knew my mother. Mom would go crazy thinking I was bringing back a woman I was claiming.

There was an unspoken rule. No casual dates entered Reading Hall. Only serious dates were allowed. Which meant until Molly, nobody had ever visited the Hall as a date. Mom had fallen instantly in love with Carmine’s girl, and now she was sniffing around for more children-in-law that might lead to grandbabies. And Mom was rabid for grandchildren.

Yeah, taking Oakley home would cause problems.

???

I woke as Oakley mumbled under her breath and attempted to remove herself from where she had plastered her body over mine. The devil tempted me, and I moved my arm and trapped Oakley in place.

Oakley froze and muttered again.

I struggled not to smile. Quietly, she tried to wriggle out of my embrace, and I released a soft moan and held her tighter.

“Shit,” Oakley exclaimed softly.

She moved her leg from where it lay across both of mine, and I allowed her. But I liked the feel of Oakley in my arms. However, there was a huge problem, and I mean huge. My cock was hard enough to pound nails. And it was reacting because of Oakley’s closeness.

Honestly, I had to let Oakley go because my dick was demanding attention, and I doubted Oakley wanted to provide it.

Oakley instantly wriggled to the edge of the bed, putting distance between us. To my amusement, Oakley kept muttering, thinking I was still asleep.

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