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I want to know, though.

I want to know beyond whatever drama she’s currently knee-deep into. I want to know her. And I can honestly say there has never been a woman I have been curious about like this in my life.

There were girls I dated during college, especially ones I blew off steam with during law school, but they were in law school, too, and doing the same. But none whose past I was ever curious about. All I gave a shit about was what they looked and felt like beneath their clothes.

“It’s beautiful,” Posey whispers.

I hum, not looking anywhere but at her. I agree that she’s beautiful, but I couldn’t give a fuck less about the sunset. I’ve seen a million of those. What I am focused on is Posey Bennet. I can’t put my fucking finger on her, and it’s bothering me.

She looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine. Pure fucking honey. “You’re not going to come up here and look?” she asks.

I shake my head once, my lips twitching into a smirk. “No, princess. The view I have here is everything I need.”

I watch as her nostrils flare, then she abandons the scenic view and spins around. We stare at one another for a long,silent moment. She opens her mouth, but I don’t give her the opportunity to say a single fucking word.

Instead, I shift my face close and touch my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue inside to taste her. Posey moans and her hands find my cut, her fingers curling into the leather as she holds on.

Reaching around her body, I grip her ass, my fingers digging into her skirt there. And if this was just fucking and nothing more, if I weren’t trying to woo her in any way, I would take her right here, right now.

But I can’t do that.

Slowly, I break the kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip as I lift my head and my eyes connect to hers again. She’s breathing heavily, her lips swollen from my kiss. She looks so goddamn fuckable right now.

“If we don’t get back on the bike, I’m going to eat you for dinner,” I warn.

Her eyes widen, and her parted lips slowly turn up into a grin. “Promise?” she asks.

Shaking my head, I dip my chin, touching my mouth to those perfect fucking lips, and murmur against them, “I’ll eat you for dessert, princess. Now let’s go.”

She shivers in my arms, and I can’t help but chuckle. No doubt she’s thinking about dessert. “Dinner first,” she murmurs as if she’s saying it to herself.

“Yeah,” I grunt, taking a step backward.

I walk toward my bike, throw my leg over, and straddle it as I watch her approach. She doesn’t say anything but also doesn’t make a move to climb on behind me yet. Instead, her attention shifts from me to the sunset. The sun is almost gone now. Soon, it will be dark with millions of stars all around us, and now I want to bring her back here for that, too.

Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t know what’s getting into me. I’m turning into a romantic or some shit. I need to fuck her hard, fuck that romance shit out of this. Posey hikes up her skirt and climbs on the back behind me. She wraps her arms around me, scoots forward, and I feel her tits against my back.

Fucking hell.

CHAPTER SEVEN

IVY

Thunder Rock doesn’t havea thriving nightlife, which is the main reason the club is here and not down in Raleigh or somewhere else with a larger population and city life. We need a small population and space. This is the perfect place for that. It’s why we stay, and it’s why if even one of us moves away, we come back.

Like me.

I wasn’t sure that being here at the original charter was going to be my destiny. I knew I wanted to be an attorney like my father. I knew I wanted to be part of the Vicious Reapers like him, too. I just didn’t know if Thunder Rock was where I was going to do all of that.

But after living in the city for my undergrad, then moving to a smaller town for law school, even that was too big at over a hundred thousand people. I knew that Thunder Rock was where I needed to be, so once I graduated, I came home.

But as I pull up to the only decent restaurant open for dinner, I almost regret being here. “There isn’t a lot open at night.Diners are our claim to fame,” I announce as we take turns climbing off my bike.

Posey doesn’t say anything immediately. She’s got her head tipped back slightly as she looks at the name of the restaurant. “The Copper Pot,” she says as she reads the name aloud.

“It’s not much more than diner food with some steaks thrown in,” I say.

She turns her head, and her eyes find mine. “Where do you think I’m from, Ivy?” she asks. “Because I’m from a small town, too.”

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