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I follow him outside, my boots heavy on the gravel.
The Fury bike gleams under the streetlight, and I feel that twist in my gut again.
“I wanna see you again,” I say, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
It’s not just about the bike or the Fury. It’shim.
Rocco pauses, his back to me, then turns, his eyes glinting with something unreadable...
“I’ll find you,” Rocco says, his voice low, like a promise.
He swings onto his bike, the engine roaring, and peels out into the night.
I stand there, watching the taillight vanish, my heart pounding. He’s a mystery, a danger, and fuck if I don’t want to unravel him.
That “I’ll find you” is ringing in my ears, driving me wild inside.
I know he’s tied to the Fury, to whatever’s coming for me.
But right now, all I can think about is how much I want to see him again—and how much trouble that’s gonna bring…
As I ride back to the clubhouse, I feel the engine rumble underneath me and my mind fill with thoughts of Rocco.
That smile, those lips.
The ways his legs filled those jeans.
That ass…
I allow myself a little chuckle as I realize that my cock is rock-hard and throbbing inside my jeans. The boy might be a dangerous mystery right now, but I’m all man and when I see something I like, I find it very hard to hide.
I’d give anything to have Rocco sitting behind me, his body pressed up against mine, the pair of us riding together. And even though I know there’s every chance that he’d be gripping a knife, poised to drive it into my ribcage, I can’t help but fantasize about what it would be like to keep him close, make him a Wolf, and make him mine at the same time…
All these thoughts and more are on my mind as I pull into the club’s parking lot and am greeted by the sight of Arch and his boy, Keegan…
“You look happy to see me,” Arch laughs, his eyes trained on the rather prominent outline of my hard cock at the front of my jeans.
“Shut the hell up,” I laugh. “Getting hard on a ride is an occupational hazard. You know that.”
“Ha!” Arch laughs. “Come on, let’s get inside and you can tell me and Keegan all about that mysterious Fury rider.”
I nod and we head inside.
But as close as I am to Arch, I can’t help but wonder precisely how much I should reveal…
Chapter 4
Rocco
The humidity of the day is gone and the cool desert night is biting at my face as I tear down the highway, the rumble of my bike the only thing keeping me grounded.
The Fury emblem on the tank glints under the moonlight, a reminder of why I’m here.
But all I can think about is Tank—those hard eyes, that growl of a voice, the way he stepped in front of me when that Reaper’s fist came flying.
My shoulder still throbs where the punch grazed me, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in my chest, the spark that lit up when Tank called me “kid” and looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive.
I twist the throttle, pushing the bike faster, trying to outrun the mess in my head.
