Page 61 of Wild Night

It doesn’t.

Instead, what feels like hours later but is probably only a few moments, the doorbell rings. I’m not taken off guard. I know who is there, even if I do jump at the sound. My feet move, my hand reaches out, and I open the door, all without thinking about anything I do.

She’s there.

Standing in my doorway, her eyes wide, three bikers standing behind her like guards. Instead of completely fucking falling apart in front of my brothers, I shift my gaze from her wide one and find Shocker’s. Always the constant of our club, he jerks his chin toward me.

“See you at the club later,” he announces.

And then the three of them spin on their heels almost simultaneously and walk away. Once they’re out of earshot, I dip my chin and shift my gaze from their backs to meet Posey’s. I’m not sure how to read the expression on her face. She’s watching me, standing completely motionless. As we stare at one another, somehow, the ease and comfort we felt weeks ago are stunted.

“Princess,” I murmur.

Except she isn’t dressed like my princess. She’s wearing a pair of leggings, an off-the-shoulder oversized T-shirt, no makeup, and her hair is up in a messy bun. As much as I love her princess armor, this is even better.

“Ivy,” she breathes, taking a step toward me.

I make a decision on the fly. “Justin,” I state. “Call me Justin.”

Her eyes widen, and I watch as her lips twitch into a small smile. “Justin?” she asks.

“You know that’s my name. Unlike some of the other guys, I can’t hide that fact.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “I know.”

Holy fuck, I want to take her right now and bang her against the door. Hell, I’d do it in the front yard if I thought my neighbors would be cool about it. They wouldn’t be. They barely tolerate my bike. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.

“Then Justin,” she breathes.

“Come inside, Posey. I think we have some things to discuss.”

It’s at that moment that her eyes widen and her lips part, almost as if she’s surprised. I’m not sure if she thought we would be having a serious discussion with her standing on my porch or not, but clearly, she didn’t think I would invite her inside because she’s just staring at me.

Then she clears her throat and mumbles something odd. “Boy, don’t we.”

I’m not sure what the fuck that means, but I guess I’m about to find out. She begins to walk past me, dragging her bag behind her. But as she reaches me, I take the bag from her hand and place it just inside, beside the front door. Then I close the door behind her and flip the dead bolt into place.

POSEY

Stopping in the living room, I look around the house. I wasn’t expecting to be dropped off at Ivy… I mean Justin’s house when we entered the town limits. I was actually expecting theirclubhouse, maybe Dakota’s place. I don’t know how big her home is or if there would even be room for me. All I know is that it’s on some beautiful property with a few outbuildings.

What I didn’t expect was to be standing in Justin’s gorgeous home. It’s traditional, inviting, and cozy. I don’t know how else to describe it, and I have a hard time believing that he decorated it himself, but maybe he did. What the hell do I know?

I didn’t even picture him owning a home. I thought maybe an apartment, possibly just at the clubhouse. It was definitely not something I thought about. I was too busy coming to ask many personal questions. The evidence of that is now in my belly.

Walking over to the sofa, I think about sitting down but decide against it. Instead, I shift my direction and make my way toward a large window panel. I don’t know what it looks out over, because it’s pitch black.

“No backyard neighbors?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer immediately. I hear him inhale a deep breath, then let it out slowly. He hums before he actually speaks.

“Not yet. I’m sure there will be one day. It’s all woods.”

I expect him to move closer to me, or maybe I just want him to. It’s only been a few weeks, but it’s felt like a lifetime since he touched me—since he kissed me. I want his lips on my body, anywhere on my body. Though I would probably combust, so that would be bad. I need to stay uncombusted.

Turning around, I pinch my eyes closed as I tilt my head back and open them slowly. His focus is solely on me and only me. Exhaling a breath, I watch him for a moment in silence before I speak.

He’s beautiful.

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