Page 17 of Boulder's Weight

What the hell is wrong with me?

She's just another hook-up.

A good lay, sure—actually, a fucking fantastic lay—but still just temporary.

She'll be gone soon, back to Montana, and I'll be here, focused on what matters: earning my patch, serving the club.

That's what I've worked for these past years.

That's what I gave up my old life for.

Not some brown-eyed girl with secrets in her eyes and a body that fits against mine like it was made for me.

Still, I can't deny there's something about Kelsey that gets under my skin.

Maybe it's the mystery—the black eye in Montana that she wouldn't explain, the way she guards her past, the flashes of vulnerability she tries so hard to hide.

Maybe it's the way she doesn't fall all over herself trying to impress me like most women do when they find out I'm with the club.

Or maybe it's just the sex.

Because holy shit, the sex ismind-blowing.

The memories of last night send heat coursing through my veins—how she felt wrapped around me, the sounds she made, the way she looked when she came apart in my arms.

Her nails raking down my back, her legs locked around my waist, her voice breaking as she called my name.

My cock hardens immediately at the thought, and I'm already contemplating waking her up for round three when I feel her stir beside me.

She shifts slightly, then her whole body tenses as she wakes fully, realizing where she is—who she's with.

I watch her hand slip beneath the pillow, searching for something that isn't there, before she seems to remember where she is.

Interesting.

What was she reaching for?

She starts to slip out of bed, trying to remain undetected, but it’s a feeble attempt.

"Leaving so soon, Montana?" I murmur, keeping my voice low, right near her ear.

She startles, jerking away before relaxing marginally when our eyes meet.

The wariness is back instantly, those walls of hers shooting up so fast I can almost hear them clicking into place.

"Didn't realize you were awake," she says, voice raspy with sleep.

She pushes herself up, the sheet falling to her waist, exposing her bare breasts.

My mouth goes dry at the sight, and it takes actual effort to keep my eyes on her face.

"Sleep okay?" I ask, propping myself up on one elbow, enjoying the view despite my best efforts.

She nods, running a hand through her tangled hair. "Yeah, surprisingly well, actually."

There's an awkwardness between us now that wasn't there last night.

I'm not used to this part—the waking up together, the figuring out what happens next.

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