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  “Thanks, man, that’s cool of you. Most of us will keep it at a minimum since we have the ol’ ladies with, but we appreciate that.” Styx was the first to respond, and the rest followed. The girls put Victor down and he pranced off, done with all the commotion, or possibly because they’d stopped giving him attention.

  “It’s no big deal. If we need more rooms, we can do it when we get there, but I figured that was a start. They have a parking garage too, so we’ll have the bikes off the street and with security.” I remembered how pissed Cooper was after someone trashed his bike not long ago.

  “Badass, brother,” Coop said as he gave my back a firm pat.

  “Okay then.” I rubbed my hands together. “Are we ready to paint the town red?”

  “Does anyone even say that anymore?” Cooper laughed as he slung a thick arm around my shoulder. Laughing, I shrugged him off.

  “I do,” I said in my cockiest tone.

  “Well, then let’s get on with it!” said Slice as he walked through the garage ahead of everyone and stopped by his bike. The rest followed. Once Smoke had gotten on his bike, the rest did.

  I’d backed my bike in the last time I’d ridden, so once I had my helmet and mesh jacket on, I climbed on my bike and pulled out of the driveway.

  “Fucking crotch rocket,” teased Slice through the visor opening of his helmet. With an evil grin, I slapped my visor down, whipped around them, and shot off down the road. Within seconds, Cooper was pulling up next to me. Of course, his bike was sick fast, so I half expected that. We waited at the stop sign for the rest of them to catch up.

  In unison, Coop and I looked over our shoulders at them. Smoke pointed at my brother, and I laughed as he dropped his head, then nodded. We waited for them to go around us and then we brought up the rear.

  We enjoyed the ride to downtown, and I parked at the end of the row in the hotel’s garage. We all took our helmets off and hung them on the handlebars. Smiles were on everyone’s faces. It was beautiful weather to ride. Another benefit of being in Central Texas.

  “You pull some shit like that again, and I’ll beat your ass,” Smoke said to my brother, who only looked slightly chagrined for his reprimand.

  “Roger that, P,” he said with a suppressed grin.

  “You think this is funny?” Smoke asked with an incredulous expression. The rest of the club had that “oh shit” look going on.

  “Of course not, P. You know I’d never intentionally disrespect you. I was just fucking with Alex.” He did appear truly chagrined at that point.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Smoke gave him a stern stare, then hooked a big arm around Cooper’s neck and actually gave him a fucking noogie.

  “Aww, Smoke, you fucked up my hair,” Cooper teased after Smoke pushed him away with a laugh.

  “You’re lucky that’s all I fucked up.” Everyone laughed, and we made our way to the bar my brother’s club frequented on Sixth Street.

  Time to unwind and have a good time. God knew I needed it.

  “Stroke”—Billy Squire

  My brother’s club members knew how to party, which made me glad I’d gotten the hotel rooms, because several of us wouldn’t be riding our bikes anywhere that night. I’d already called and added rooms to the reservation.

  A couple of hours into the night, we played a drunken game of hitting the electronic punching bag. Considering we were all buzzed, it was probably hilarious to watch. But when Smoke put us all to shame, we gave up and had another beer.

  “This round is on me,” I offered as we were at the bar. My brother tried to protest next to me, but I flipped him off. When I looked his direction to offer a smirk, I caught a glimpse of long, shiny black hair over his shoulder.

  Curiosity had me leaning back to see around him. The dark curtain of hair hid her face, but slender fingers picked at the label on her bottle as she chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound, and I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t stir something deep down in my… dick.

  As if sensing me looking at her, her head slowly turned my direction. That stirring became a straight shot to the heart when I saw the icy blue of her eyes. I’d always been a sucker for dark hair and light eyes. Call it my kryptonite.

  Her cheeks flushed a little. She bit her lip and dropped her gaze. One last shy flicker in my direction and she turned back to her friend. Not even a hint of recognition.

  Huh.

  “Hello? Earth to Alex.” My brother was waving a hand in front of my face. He looked over his shoulder in the direction I’d been staring. Then he returned to face me with a sly smile.

  “Let me guess. The dark hair. Am I right?” He took a drink of his beer as he waited for me to answer.

  “Hell yeah,” I said with a shit-eating grin. Continuing to watch her without shame, I took a pull of my beer and enjoyed the bitter brew as it washed down my throat. I’d have to work out like a motherfucker to overcome all the alcohol I’d had that night, but it would be worth it.

  “Fine. Dibs on the blonde,” he said as he turned toward the two women. “Hello, ladies.”

  I heard some of his club brothers behind me chuckle. “Oh fuck, here we go,” said Slice. Leaning my elbow on the bar, I glanced back at them and winked. Then I turned back to where my brother was working his magic. He’d moved over next to the blonde.

  “Who’s your friend?” I heard the blonde ask Cooper.

  “Alex, come over here,” Cooper said. Not one to waste time, I pushed off from the bar and went over to stand by the dark-haired beauty. I really expected her to recognize me after we started talking.

  “This is Natalie and Sydney. Ladies, this is my brother, Alex.” At my brother’s introduction, the blonde gave me a flirty look, but after a brief “hi,” Sydney barely gave me a second’s notice. My ego was a little bruised.

  “Hello, Sydney. Can I buy you a drink?” I asked her, still waiting for her to recognize me.

  She was looking at me like I’d lost my goddamn mind. It made me wonder if I had a dick on my forehead. All I’d asked was if I could buy her a drink. The guys choked on their laughter behind me. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I should be excited that this chick had no clue who I was or highly offended.

  A nudge to my back had me looking over my shoulder, prepared to fight. Seeing it was Slice, I calmed quickly. He leaned closer, and his lips quirked. “Hmm, I don’t think she recognizes you, puck boy.”

  “Fuck off,” I said teasingly and shook my head, causing hair to fall in my face. I shoved the wavy dark hair back and caught her covertly studying me.

  “Oh! I love this song! We should dance,” exclaimed her friend, grabbing Sydney’s arm and dragging her off her stool. The bar wasn’t exactly a dance club, but the girls didn’t seem to mind as they made their way to the dance floor giggling. Sydney cast one brief glance over her shoulder, I assumed to see if we were following.

  Normally, I wasn’t one to dance, but for the right woman, I’d be a dancing fool. When I say right woman, I mean one I wanted in my bed. Sydney was that woman for the night—all I had to do was convince her of that fact.

  Several small groups decided to dance when they saw us step into the area in front of the stage. Cooper didn’t waste time stepping behind Natalie and grabbing her hips. Not one to be outdone, I held my hand out to Sydney and raised a brow.

  Shyly, she placed her cool fingertips in my hand. I really didn’t think she would, so I hid my shock and drew her in. That close, I noticed her top lip was slightly fuller than her bottom. It gave her an almost doll-like appearance that was driving me crazy.

  Though it was a fast song that called for more of a bump and grind, I successfully turned it into a sensually slow close dance. Through each move, I breathed in the intoxicating scent of whatever the fuck she was wearing.

  I’d give her props; she held my gaze through every second of the song. As I stared down into her mesmerizing eyes, I inched her closer and closer until finally we were grinding slowly in the middle of the floor. Everyone el
se faded away into background noise as I poured all my attention into her.

  “Um, I’m sorry if I offended you about the drink. Guys don’t usually offer to buy me drinks, so I wasn’t sure what to say.” She bit her lip, and I wanted to suck on it.

  Was she serious?

  I grinned. “How about thank you?”

  Her cheeks flushed, and her mouth quirked on one side. “I guess that would’ve worked,” she said as she smiled and shook her head. If guys didn’t offer to buy her drinks, it was because they were afraid of being shot down. She was that hot.

  We danced for a few songs before the band took the stage again and the dancers dispersed, making way for the band’s fans. Not letting go of her hand, I led her as we weaved our way back to the group.

  “Sydney, I’d like you to meet some of the Demented Sons MC.” I introduced her to each of the guys and their women. She gracefully shook everyone’s hand.

  “So what’s a nice girl like you doing with this guy?” teased Radar as he motioned toward me. Fucker. Thankfully, she shrugged and glanced my way.

  “He doesn’t seem so bad,” she said with a teasing curl of her perfectly imperfect lips. I had an insane desire to taste them but held off. Everyone bullshitted for a while, and the beers continued to go back smooth. Sydney seemed to open up more and chill out the further into the night we got.

  By the time 1:00 a.m. rolled around, she was leaning into me with a hand tucked into the back of my jeans. Inside, I grinned like a Cheshire cat. Hell, it might have been for everyone to see, I couldn’t say. And not one time had she referenced my career. I truly believed she didn’t know who I was. Then again, this was Texas, and I’d noticed I wasn’t recognized as much here as I had been up in Canada.

  “You wanna get out of here?” I murmured in her ear. She tipped her head up to look at me, and the devilish glint in her eyes led me to believe it would be a yes. Instead, she toyed with me a little.

  “And where would we be going?” she asked with a coy tilt to her lips. Her lipstick had long worn off, but she didn’t need it. She was really beautiful—and that wasn’t the alcohol talking.

  I brushed her hair back over her shoulder and leaned closer.

  “I have a room not far from here.” She looked at me questioningly, and I intentionally remained quiet. For some reason, I didn’t want to tell her where my room was. The thought of getting pussy because the girl actually liked me for me was novel.

  The guys thought I was butt-hurt because she didn’t recognize me. That might have been partly true. The real truth was, I was blown away. It was such a rarity in my life for a chick not to know who I was that the thought of shattering that illusion wasn’t a welcome one.

  For a moment, I thought she was going to change her mind. Then she tipped her chin up, almost in defiance, and shocked the shit out of me. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

  Not wanting to give her time to back out, I stepped over toward my brother where he was heavily flirting with her friend. “Bro, I’m out. I’ll see you in the morning. If you need to stay in one of the rooms I booked at the hotel, just give them my name and yours. I’ve already made sure you guys can get a room key.”

  His gaze flickered over to Sydney where she stood saying goodbye to the women. “Okay,” he said before he grinned, gave me a fist bump, and returned his attention to Natalie.

  “I’ll see you all later,” I said to my brother’s club. They each embraced me, and I was again surprised at how they didn’t even know me, but still accepted me as family because of Cooper. Once everyone had said their goodbyes, I guided her out into the bustling street. It was early by Sixth Street standards, and the craziness was in full swing.

  We dodged drunken coeds, laughed over half-naked people carrying bizarre signs, and stopped into Voodoo Donuts to grab an over-the-top donut. As she happily ate her treat, I caught myself sneaking sidelong glances her way.

  “We could probably walk, but if you’re okay with it, I’m going to order a Lyft to pick us up.”

  “That’s fine,” she agreed. I literally had to adjust my junk when she innocently sucked the remaining frosting off her fingertips.

  The Lyft arrived, and within minutes we got out in front of the hotel. Her eyes widened slightly as we slid out of the car. “You’re staying at the Four Seasons?”

  “Yeah, is that okay?” I asked with a smirk. Not that I was throwing my money around, but I probably was a little cocky by nature. Maybe the guys had been a little bit right regarding my ego.

  “Uh, sure,” she murmured. The odd thing was, instead of seeming impressed with where we were, she grabbed my arm when I extended it and dropped her head.

  What the fuck? It had me wondering if she was afraid to be seen with me. Most chicks would’ve been flaunting it and bragging already, with no less than twenty pictures posted on social media. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen her with her phone out once all night.

  Not that I was complaining; it was just weird. Unusual. And solidified my belief that she had no idea who I was.

  As soon as we stepped into the elevator, she seemed to relax as she leaned against the back wall. Unable to stop myself, I moved in front of her and braced my arms on either side of her head. Wide blue eyes stared up at me, and that sexy mouth parted. “Change your mind, Sydney?”

  With a stuttered inhale, she gave a nearly imperceptible shake of her head. I groaned and dipped my head down to trail my nose along her jaw. She still smelled amazing.

  “I’m going to fuck you on every surface of my room,” I whispered in her ear right before I nipped her lobe. A breathless moan escaped her, and she grabbed the sides of my T-shirt. As the elevator ascended, I pulled her slightly salty skin into my mouth and sucked hard before nipping at her neck. I wanted to mark her. I wanted everyone to see she’d been mine for the night.

  The elevator stopped, the doors slid open, and I grabbed her hand, reluctantly pulling my mouth off her body. The glazed look in her eyes as she slowly ran the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip told me she was as turned on as I was.

  Not wasting any time, I opened the room and pulled her inside. As soon as the door clicked, I had her against me. One hand cupping her perfect ass, I squeezed as I pressed my raging hard-on against her.

  The short billowy top she had on had been driving me crazy all night. It was almost sheer, hinting at the lines of her bra and short enough that when she raised her arms to hook them around my neck, it exposed part of her torso.

  Greedy, I slipped my hands underneath and slid them up her warm skin. Splayed wide, I spanned her back and pulled her tight to me, causing her tits to flatten against my chest. My cock was pissed that it was still trapped in my jeans as it throbbed between us.

  Undaunted, my fingertips flicked the back of her bra, freeing her for my needy exploration. The shirt had to go. Didn’t matter how sexy she looked in any of it, I needed her bare skin against mine. As I pulled her shirt off, she pushed mine up over my abs. Once I dropped the silky fabric of hers, I helped her by grabbing mine from the back and tugging it over my head. Carelessly discarding it, I moved on to the button of her tight jeans.

  “Lose the shoes. If you weren’t wearing these tight-as-fuck jeans, I’d say leave them on,” I growled.

  Big blue eyes looked up at me as she kicked off her heels. It dropped her down to the middle of my chest. Where I normally went for the tall model type, there was something real about her. She fit me. She was intoxicating. Perfect.

  “If I’m losing everything, what about you?” she asked as she rolled her jeans down over her hips. The peek of lace at her hips had me groaning as I pointed at them.

  “Take those with the jeans or I’m ripping them off.” It was the only warning I’d give her. Watching me with those hypnotic eyes, she did as I instructed.

  After kicking the last of her clothing off her feet, she reached for the waistband of my jeans. Before she got a good hold, I moved my hips back, taking them out of her reach. “Not yet.”

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p; The questioning tilt of her head put it at the perfect angle. I leaned down and caught her lips with mine. While I ravaged her mouth and neck with wild kisses, my hands roamed her soft curves as far as I could reach.

  Teeth clashing as I bit her lip, she gasped. It was the opening I needed to slip my tongue in to stroke and tease hers. She tasted like the beer she’d been drinking and a little like mint.

  Fingers digging into her supple ass, I slid one hand down her thigh to lift her leg. Her hands skimmed over my abs and over my chest to curl around my neck and wind through my hair.

  Needing to be closer, I lifted her to straddle my hips as I began to grind into her pussy. The thought of that first thrust damn near had me blowing my load. That shook me a little, because I rarely lost control during sex.

  “Jesus,” I muttered as I broke free and trailed my teeth along the sensitive skin of her neck. My plan to start with her against the wall went to shit. I carried her to the bed, laying her across the blindingly white covers. Her inky dark hair splayed around her, and I stared down at the perfect lines of her body. Dusky nipples tightened as I unbuttoned my jeans.

  Unable to wait, I crawled up on the bed. As I advanced, she scooted further up the bed. My long fingers wrapped around her thigh, halting her progress and opening her legs for me. To our left, the city lights reflected over the dark water, but I barely noticed.

  “Perfect,” I said as I kissed up from her knee to her ribs. She shivered and grabbed my hair. My lips wrapped around one puckered nipple and suckled deep. While I tugged and teased one with my tongue, teeth, and lips, I used my thumb and forefinger to teasingly pluck and twist at the other.

  The gasps and throaty little murmurs from her told me she was enjoying it. “Alex,” she breathed my name out. I switched to the other before moving on. The need to taste every inch of her was driving me over the edge.

  My hands and mouth couldn’t move over her fast enough. Not that I wasn’t a generous guy, but I’d never had the need to explore every inch of a woman. With Sydney, I wanted everything. Shouldering her legs wider, I breathed in her scent at the slightly concave area above her pubic bone. The tip of my nose trailed through her neatly trimmed landing strip. Nipping her clit, I tormented her by circled it with my tongue.