“Men, I’d like you to meet Garrett Hughes,” Liam began.

  For the next fifteen minutes, he discussed the decision to work with the family and the benefits it would mean for them. I listened and didn’t speak. These weren’t my men, and I respected that. Liam was their leader. I took in their expressions. I was an expert at reading people. Men at least. Women I wasn’t always the best at, but what man was?

  For the most part, his men seemed happy about the connection. I could see doubt in the eyes of a few older ones, but nothing to be concerned with. This wasn’t something I offered to just anyone, especially a biker club. They all seemed to realize that.

  When Liam was finished speaking, the men all stood, and I spoke to a few who approached me. Even in their need to appear as if my presence didn’t intimidate them, I could see it in their mannerisms. The way they struggled to meet my gaze. Yes, every one of them knew if I wanted them dead, they would be within minutes.

  “My girl is waiting on me,” Micah said with that cocky smirk on his face.

  “Oh, yeah? Which one?” the man who had been introduced as Tex called out, and the others laughed.

  Micah scowled then, and I was surprised to see he had it in him.

  “Shut the fuck up, Tex,” he warned.

  “Stay out of my goddamn room with your club whores,” Tex replied, then stuck a cigarette in his mouth and stalked past him.

  “Men!” Liam raised his voice, slamming his hand down on the table, and the room wet silent.

  I liked that. He had control. Good. I was beginning to wonder.

  “That’s enough.”

  Micah turned and opened the door. I started to turn back to tell Liam I was leaving when my eyes locked on a face that took my fucking breath away. Exquisite perfection. Eyes the color of spun gold, full pink lips, long, pale blonde hair, framing the face of an angel. Who the fuck was she? It was then Micah walked to her and pulled her into his arms, lowering his head and taking her mouth. Jesus Christ, that was whose mouth he’d been fucking earlier? Lucky bastard. I couldn’t blame him.

  Disappointment sank in as I realized that angelic, heart-shaped face belonged to a club whore. What a waste. She probably wasn’t that perfect up close, and she was used goods. I didn’t want a virginal innocent in my bed. An innocent couldn’t give me the shit I demanded, but I sure as hell wasn’t interested in a slut. Especially a biker slut.

  One

  Fawn

  It must have been the pale blue of his eyes that had made me stupid. Crossing my legs, I tilted my head to the side and studied the male who had turned me into a cougar for a short time. He grinned at me with that sexy smirk that drew women in, not knowing I’d just overheard him letting Dylan—one of The Judgment’s porn stars—suck him off in Tex’s room only ten minutes ago.

  Living in their little biker den of iniquity hadn’t been my best mom moment. I loved an adventure, and this time, I’d let it go too far. My daughter, Gypsi, deserved better from me. I had failed her with this decision. Thank God for the slap in the face I’d just had to get my head on straight.

  “Damn,” Micah drawled, walking toward his bed that I was perched on the edge of, wearing nothing but his T-shirt from last night. “Looking at you never gets old. It’s unfair for a woman to be so fucking beautiful.”

  I gave him my own smirk. Silly boy. I wasn’t one of his female worshippers. Poor Dylan seemed to always be waiting for him to toss her some attention. It seemed he still obliged her even though he had moved me into his room and promised me that I was all he wanted. He wasn’t the first player I’d ever dated, and I doubted he’d be the last. I had a type, and unfortunately, he checked the boxes. All the boxes.

  “Get a good look,” I told him, then uncrossed my legs slowly for his benefit before standing up.

  The way his gaze heated with instant arousal made me want to roll my eyes. The man was a machine. His erection was always on the go, it seemed. I chuckled softly and stepped around him before he could reach me.

  “I’m going to get my things together.”

  “What?” he asked.

  I didn’t look back at him as I pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, knowing he was currently taking in my naked body. It was the last time he would ever see it. I picked up the sundress I’d had on last night and slipped it over my head before glancing back at him.

  His eyes were on my legs, but they snapped up to meet mine. A confused expression was on his ridiculously handsome face. Those thick black lashes outlined his crystal-clear ocean-blue eyes, and I couldn’t truly beat myself up over this. The man was gorgeous. I’d had a weak moment. It was over now though.

  “You heard me,” I told him, then just smiled and shook my head. “I’m not one of your girls, Micah. Did you think that I would become one of the many females to worship at your feet?”

  “What are you talking about, Fawn? You’re the only one in my bed. I moved you into the club. Into my room. I don’t move women into my room.” His brows were lowered as he studied me.

  I shrugged. “Yes, well, I’m not the only one on your cock, now am I?”

  He stilled. I could see the realization dawn in his expression. He knew he’d been caught.

  “It’s for the best really. I’m not mad. It was time for Gypsi and me to move along anyway. We’ve stayed here longer than I intended.”

  Micah moved then and took the five long strides to reach me. His fingers wrapped around my upper arm as he stared down at me. The pleading look in his eyes wasn’t going to change my mind, but I did feel a little sadness that I wouldn’t see him again. He had made me laugh, taken me on an adventure in his little world. I’d had a good time, but all good things must come to an end.

  “Wait, Fawn. That was nothing. I didn’t touch her. She—”

  “Just sucked you off while you called her a hot little cumslut. Yes, I know. I heard it clearly. You were rather loud while you got off in her mouth.”

  He had the decency to wince.

  I reached up and patted his cheek. “It’s okay. I’m not destroyed. This wasn’t love. It was fun, and it’s over.”

  He inhaled sharply and shook his head. “Fawn, I’m sorry. Fuck, please don’t leave me. I shouldn’t have let her. I messed up. Just give me one more chance. I swear to God it won’t happen again.”

  I laughed and took his hand off my arm. “You’re right; it won’t. At least not with me. I don’t give second chances. If I’m not enough for a man, I don’t stay.”

  “FUCK!” Micah ran his hand through his blond hair. “You are enough. You are more than enough. Jesus, Fawn, it was one mistake. I don’t feel shit for Dylan. I’m … I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  I wanted to cackle with laughter, but I didn’t. This boy was entirely too young for me. He had no clue what he was saying. I was only thirty-six, but when you’d had a daughter at the age of seventeen and you were alone in the world, you grew up fast. Dating a twenty-six-year-old was dumb. I should have known better.

  “Micah, you are not falling in love with me. I can promise you that. We had fun. We laughed a lot. Sex was great. It will be a fond memory for both of us. Let’s end this as friends.”

  He let out a short, hard laugh. “That’s really how you feel, isn’t it?” He shook his head, as if he was in disbelief. “You don’t know your power, Fawn Parker. I’ve never met a woman like you. You’re fuckin’ perfect. Not only are you the sexiest female I’ve ever seen, but you’re also not afraid of new things, you love life, and your laugh is the most addictive sound I’ve ever heard. There is no jealousy or clinginess, and I thought I’d hit the jackpot, but dammit. The one time I want a female to be clingy to me, she isn’t. If you walk out of that door, I’m pretty damn sure you’re taking the only chance of me loving a woman with you.”

  I doubted Micah could love only one woman. Maybe one day, when he had lived more of this wild life, slept with enough Dylans, and felt like he’d gotten it out of his system, he would meet a female who would be enough for him. He’d love her. I hoped so. He had a good heart. He was just a whore. A sweet, sexy manslut.

  “One day, she’ll come along. I’m not her,” I assured him.

  “You’re leaving before we had a chance at love,” he argued.

  “There was never going to be love. That was never going to happen. You have a lot more living to do, and I’m not the kind of woman who falls in love. I think I’m broken when it comes to that. When we started this, I told you this was just a good time. I didn’t want anything more from you.”

  Micah sighed in defeat as he stared at me. “Yeah, well, that wasn’t the first time I’d heard that from a female.”

  “But I’m not like the others.” I winked at him, then turned to get my duffel bag.

  I needed to go find Gypsi. It was time to go home to our camper. Then decide on where we were headed next. I was thinking we could go up the East Coast.

  “There is nothing I can say to make you stay, is there?” he asked me.

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “Fuck, I’m gonna miss you.”

  I smiled, but I didn’t reply. I couldn’t say the same to him. Not honestly. Sure, I’d think about him and remember the good times, but my heart wasn’t even a little cracked. I wasn’t attached. I never got attached.

  I hadn’t been lying when I said I was broken. The horror in my past hadn’t destroyed me. How could it when I’d been given Gypsi in the end? She was where I found my happiness. The darkness had severed whatever emotion it was that made a woman love a man. My heart was guarded from everyone but my daughter. There was an impenetrable wall that kept me safe. No man would ever be able to get through. And that was a good thing.

  acknowledgements

  Those who are making my insane publishing schedule this year happen (while I finish edits on a plane headed to Disney World… again.)

  Britt is always the first I mention because he makes it possible for me to close myself away and write for endless hours a day. Without him, I wouldn’t get any sleep, and I doubt I could finish a book.

  Emerson, for dealing with the fact that I must write some days and she can’t have my full attention. I’ll admit, there were several times she did not understand, and I might have told my six-year-old, “You’re not making it in my acknowledgments this time!” to which she did not care. Although she does believe she is famous after attending some signings with me. But that is not my fault. I blame the readers ;) She gets her own table for the first time at a signing in November and she’s pumped. Thanks to Marlana Grela for making that happen.

  My older children, who live in other states, were great about me not being able to answer their calls most of the time and waiting until I could get back to them. They still love me and understand this part of Mom’s world.

  My editor, Jovana Shirley at Unforeseen Editing, for always working with my crazy schedules and making my stories the best they can be. This summer she has gone above and beyond with this crazy schedule of mine and this fall it doesn’t slow down. She’s a rock star.

  My formatter, Melissa Stevens at The Illustrated Author. She makes my books beautiful inside. Her work is hands down the best formatting I’ve ever had in my books. I am always excited to see what she does with each one. It seems I am also amazed and surprised. She is the best.

  Autumn Gantz, at Wordsmith Publicity, for saving me from losing my mind and taking over all the things that I can’t keep up with anymore. Her help allows me to write more. Send her cookies.

  Beta readers, who come through every time: Jerilyn Martinez, and Vicci Kaighan. I love y’all!

  Damonza, for my book cover. The book covers just seem to be getting better! I love finding the perfect guy for the cover. It brings my characters to life for me.

  Abbi’s Army, for being my support and cheering me on. I love y’all!

  My readers, for allowing me to write books. Without you, this wouldn’t be possible.

 

 

  Abbi Glines, Burn

 

 

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