he catches sight of the banged up, rusted Harley. I worked hard to find one that was the same model as his, which had been scrapped. I lucked out one afternoon while canvasing a scrapyard full of motor parts, gears, rusting bikes, and cars that were falling apart.

“Get on and take it for a spin,” I say, trying hard to keep a straight face.

“Motherfuckers! You let this happen to my bike?” His jaw was set and unmoving, but I saw the muscle begin to quiver. Ace always was quick with his temper, ready to kick ass first and talk later, so I decided to let him off the hook.

“No, we wouldn’t do you like that. Look over there.” I point to his right and riding through the gate comes our president.

Ace couldn’t have been happier if Santa Claus himself had paid him a visit. Instead of the old-school Street Glide he owned, he now has a midnight blue 1200 Custom Harley. I swear it brings tears to his eyes.

“Everyone raise ‘em up! Here’s to you, Ace!” someone shouts. Ace knocks the bottle in his hand back, enjoying his second taste of freedom back home with his family, where he belongs.

I stagger back inside happy to have put a smile on his face, that is until I see him making eyes at Lizzie. “What have we got here, another present for me?” She smiles back at him, then props her head up by her hand and shifts her body to look at him.

She plays it up, giving a small shy smile. “I’m Elizabeth. I go by Beth.”

She’s playing a dangerous game, putting my loyalty and promise to her to the test and we both know it. I can’t blame Ace. Hell, when I first laid my eyes on her, I couldn’t help but be captivated with those bronze curls that dance around the side of her, keeping her face in a frame.

I watch him moving his gaze down lower, being rewarded with an eyeful of two perfect breasts, nearly pushing their way free from her top. “I’m out! And I’m here to have one fuckin bash!” Ace slides his hand over to rest it on Lizzie’s leg. “Well, maybe you can help with that,” he says with a grin.

This isn’t the time or place but something comes over me. Possession. Making me want to sink my teeth and claws into her until she submits under my touch. Time to shut this shit down. She’s mine.

“Good idea,” Nikki says. She jumps in front of me, blocking my path. “We always have a good time when we party, Hawk.” She’s grinning from ear to ear. She takes a step forward, running her fingertips down my chest. I reach out and catch her by the wrists.

“Not interested, Nikki. Sorry to disappoint, Ace, this one’s trouble and she’s mine.”

“What do you say we make some trouble of our own, Ace?” I let go of Nikki and she turns to put the moves on him. They kiss clumsily, obviously feeling the full effects of the drugs and alcohol coursing through their systems.

Nikki staggers, then loops her arm through his and leads him away. Her eyes meet mine as she passes by and she gives me a wink.

“Now I see why you didn’t want me here,” Lizzie says in accusation.

I don’t give her a response, instead I take her hand, making her slide off the stool, and come with me to the middle of the room.

I lower my head, leaning in closer to her until our lips are inches apart. “I haven’t partied with Nikki in a long time. No need for you to get jealous.”

She swallows hard, blinks, and takes a breath before speaking, “I’m not jealous. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.” She lies and we both know it. Something in her gut pulls and tugs, wanting our connection. I know because I want it too. More than I’d ever wanted from anyone before.

“What are you doing?” In one smooth motion I have one arm snaked around her waist and her hand resting in mine, leaving her no choice but to hold onto me too.

“It’s called dancing, darling.” Effortlessly, we move in rhythm, pushing our way toward a quiet corner on the floor. The slow entrancing beat playing urges her to move her body in time with mine. It starts off casual and then I find I’m holding her a little tighter, tighter than I know I probably should. Our bodies fit so damn perfectly together, like we’ve done it a thousand times before.

I lean down to whisper in her ear, not sure of what to say. There’s no guarantee of how much time we’ll have together, but I sure as hell want to make the most of it.

After all, it isn’t every day you come across your one true mate.

“So, I know about your sister, tell me about you.”

I read her mind, feel the struggle as she banishes every inclination of pushing me down and riding me hard right here. Not that I would mind. But she needs time. Time to work all of this out. So I decide to back off and give it to her.

“It’s getting late. I think we should get some sleep so we can be fresh to get started in the morning.” Her words come off sharp as a tack.

With that she pulls out of my arms and heads to the door.

133

Brayden

“Where’s the fire?” I call out, talking to the back of her head. Then I let my eyes trail down her back to her heart-shaped ass. It is covered in material that is way too tight, I want to reach out and touch her.

“I need to get home.” She clips ahead at a steady pace and I trail to give her space. “I’m tired. I have a headache. And quick staring at my ass!”

I shove my hands into my pockets. She feels the magic just as much as I did with

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