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He leans forward and presses a kiss to my forehead.

I’m taking a chance.

I just hope I don’t regret it.

CHAPTER SIX

WAR

Ora was right about one thing—I don’t know what I want. And it’s why I’ve been trying to stay away from her. After she ran from me that morning, it’s true that I tried to find her. In fact, when I woke up and realized that she’d left without so much as a goodbye, I lost my shit. I even went back toStrike, hoping she would show.

I was serious when I said I wasn’t done with her. At first, I thought it was just because she was the first woman to ever run from my bed, and my ego didn’t like that. But now, I know it’s a lot more than that, and my mind doesn’t like that either. When I met Ora that night, I’d just left my sister’s wedding reception.

Something Ora doesn’t know—I had just gotten out of prison the day before. Ora was the first woman I’d fucked in five years. When I thought I’d likely never see her again, I fucked my way through a few of the club girls, making up for lost time.

The last thing I ever thought when Daisy begged me to take her to some fucking bakery was that I’d see Ora standing there, looking beautiful in a pink top that said Lu’s Sweet Treats on it over her perfect round tits that overfilled my hands. I didn’t know that night if the sex was so good between us just because it had been so long for me. But there was something there betweenus. I’ve been with enough women over the years to know that much.

Fuck.

There’s just something about her.

This woman is beautiful with her chocolate brown skin and eyes as blue as the sky, her sassy mouth, the biggest natural tits I’ve ever seen on a frame her size, and an ass that’s begging to be spanked. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her. She drew me in, and I can’t remember the last time I was so fucking into a woman like this.

But staying away from her didn’t work. And when Ghost pulled that shit, I made sure to call Church and officially claim her.

I want all my men to…

Protect her and staythe fuck awayfrom her.

She’smine.

She might not know it yet, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

And right now, she’s on the back of my bike, and fuck if it doesn’t feel like she’s meant to be there. Her hands are wrapped around me, stroking my abs, her nipples pressed up against my leather. I reach my left hand back and rest it on her leg, giving it a little squeeze, feeling possessive as hell to finally have Ora where I want her. I’ve never been this affected by a woman. It makes me feel elated and out of control in a way that makes me crazy.

And not in a good way.

After doing my time in prison, being locked down with an old lady wasn’t on my agenda. I wanted to enjoy my freedom and fuck my way through the club girls and all the strippers at Club Cobra, the strip club we own, and not get attached to one pussy.

I haven’t even had a woman on the back of my bike in years, not since Sarah. And after what she put me through, I honestly never thought I would again.

Our prez, Rome, has been giving me shit ever since I called Church just to let everyone know I was claiming her. I know he wasn’t impressed because he wants me focused right now. We’ve been having problems with the Isle of Insanity MC, one that shot up one of our clubs earlier this year and tried to pin it on us, and I need to have my head in the game. They’ve been pushing for our territory, and we aren’t going to allow that shit to happen.

But fuck.

Ora.

Staying away from her has become too fucking hard to resist.

I decide to take her to the beach, helping her off my bike and removing her helmet. “Enjoy it?”

She smiles widely, showing off her dimples. I always thought a nice ass or tits would be my weakness, and she has both in spades, but no, it’s those dimples that make me want to fall to my knees in front of her. Does this woman know what she does to me? She has me wrapped around her fucking fingers. “I loved it! It felt so free. I can see what the big deal is about.”

I chuckle under my breath at how fucking cute she is and lead her down the stairway to the sand. We take off our shoes, the two of us strolling along the beach, hand in hand. The sun is almost setting, and the view is spectacular, yet I can’t take my eyes off her.

“How long have you lived here?” I ask her, watching as her long hair blows in the wind and wraps around my bicep.

“A couple of months,” she replies, watching as the water washes over her bare feet. “When my mother died, I wanted a fresh start, so I ended up here. I saw that Lu was hiring, and I’m a qualified pastry chef, so I applied for the job.”

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