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“I’ll make sure she stays away from us.”

“Thank you. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You knew I’d protect you, and I will. Trust me.”

She lets out a long, shaky sigh but doesn’t confirm that she trusts me. I guess I can’t blame her. She didn’t know about Jolene or about how shit works in the club, but I’ll have to change that. Everyone needs to know that Blue is under my protection now. That makes her as good as family, and any one of the patched members would kill to keep her safe.

“Come into the bathroom so I can clean out those scratches.” I rise, still holding one of her hands.“I’ve got my own, so we don’t have to leave the room.”

“Thank God.” The slightest smile flashes across her face before her exhaustion and fear returns.“I’m just glad I got out while I could.”

“So am I.”

Once I get her situated sitting on the closed toilet lid, I open the medicine cabinet and pull out rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. As I dab the antiseptic-soaked cotton ball against her skin, her sharp intake of breath almost makes me pull back. But I don’t.

She’s tough, and doesn’t shed a single tear, but her glistening green eyes watch every move I make. Her trust is a heavy thing in my hands, heavier than any wrench or bike part I’ve ever lifted.

“Sorry, almost done here,” I murmur, my voice lower than I intended. My hands are big and rough, used to handling machinery and the roughness of the road, not the delicate task of nursing scraped skin.

She gives a small nod, her lips pressed together in a thin line. The silence stretches between us, charged and waiting. I wish I could tell her everything that’s rushing through my mind, how I hate seeing her hurt, how I want to be the one she turns to for more than just patching up. But for now, this closeness will have to be enough.

The tension in the room shifts as I finish bandaging her last wound. There’s a finality to the moment that neither of us seems ready to face. She flexes her arm, testing the tightness of the wrap, and her eyes meet mine with an unreadable expression. She starts to stand, her movements hesitant, as if she’s reluctant to break the spell between us. I reach out, an instinct more than a decision, and gently grasp her wrist.

“Do you need some pain meds?” I ask, the words tumbling out rougher than I intend.

“No. It’s not as bad as it looks.” She glances at my hand on her wrist and then back up at me. The fear she walked in with hasn’t left her eyes, but there’s something else too—hope, maybe, or anticipation.

Slowly, I lift my other hand to cup her cheek. She moves closer, and I’m acutely aware of every point where our bodies nearly touch. Her breath catches, her lips part slightly, and I can feel the heat of her skin beneath my fingers. Everything else melts away. It’s just her and me and this moment.

I lean down, my heart hammering in my chest, and press my lips softly to hers. The kiss is gentle at first, exploratory, as if I’m still asking her permission. When she presses back against me, a quiet affirmation, something fierce and warm unfurls inside me.

Deepening the kiss, my fingers thread through her hair. I pull her closer until there’s no space left between us. She clings to my cut, and the world outside this room doesn’t matter anymore. The only thing that matters is this—us, the new yet timeless bond we’re forging with every heartbeat.

“Blue,” I murmur against her lips.“You’re not alone anymore.”

“Oh,” she whimpers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and drawing me down to kiss her once more.

Our lips melt together in a scorching hot kiss that sends blood rushing to my cock. I wasn’t hard before, but now I could cut glass with my dick. It’s that hard.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper between kisses.

She may be scratched all to hell with streaky makeup and tousled hair, but she’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. Even totally messed up, she’s still radiant.

I have to touch her, so I glide my hands up from her waist to trace the edges of her breasts. She gasps and arches her neck, giving me a new place to explore.

Spreading kisses across her throat, I taste her salty sweetness with my tongue. I leave a trail of dampness as I slide lower. Gathering her T-shirt in my hands, I pull it over her head. I drop it to the floor then suck in a breath.

She’s wearing the sexiest plain white bra I’ve ever seen. There’s something angelic about the tiny strip of lace that peeks out along the top seam, as if it’s trying to be sexy but it’s too shy to do so. I’ve seen some sexy lingerie before, but nothing like this. Less really is more in this case. Somehow, this suits her perfectly. I wonder if her panties match.

My cock throbs as I cup her full breasts in my palms. They’re perfect. Not too big. Not too small. Luscious without being obscene.

She watches me with an innocent gaze as I deftly unhook her bra and slide it down her arms, revealing her breasts. Perky rosy nipples top each creamy peak. I lean in, sucking on one before licking around the other. I grasp her breasts between my palms, resisting the urge to motorboat the fuck out of her tits. She has no idea how fucking crazy she’s making me, and she’s not even naked.

Seeking to rectify that problem, I unbutton her jeans. Maybe there is a god, because she’s wearing matching panties. Cum leaks from my cock. I want to tear a hole in the crotch and fuck her against the bathroom mirror, but I’m not an animal. Not yet at least.

When she’s standing in front of me with nothing but those obscenely virtuous panties on, I’m ready to come in my pants. I haven’t wanted anyone like this… well, ever? I can’t think of a single time I’ve wanted to fuck so badly.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl.

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