“I wanna go!” Harlow’s eyes got wide as she glanced from me to her father.

  “If Collin wants a rider, I don’t see why you can’t.” Blaz was glaring at me with a look only a father could give. He had worked hard over the years to keep Harlow and me apart. He knew we’d inevitably make good on all the not-so-innocent flirting, and I could feel how strongly he was against it. The last person I would ever want to piss off was Blaz—he’d have me strung up by my boot laces for touching his only daughter—but I couldn’t help the feelings that had been brewing since puberty had set in.

  “I’d love the company.” What else was I supposed to say? Blaz had left it up to me, and I couldn’t disappoint the little lady who wasn’t so little anymore.

  “Awesome!” Harlow bounced on her heals with glee as she pulled a headband with a tiny, glittery elf hat on it out of her purse. “I knew I would need this for something.”

  “Oh for fuck’s sake.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Don’t be such a scrooge! The kids are going to love this.” Harlow put it on before sticking her tongue out at me.

  “Whatever makes you happy, sweets.” I shot her a quick smile as her face lit up a bit.

  “Honey, give us a second. I need to talk to the guys alone.” Blaz’s voice was stern as his daughter walked away to leave us to talk club business. “There’s more than just the toy run this weekend. I got a protection job I need you to help us out with.”

  “Whatever you need, I’m here for you.” I didn’t break eye contact with Blaz. I knew at the end of the day, he was going to put me to work and hard while I was up in his territory.

  Carson cleared his throat. “There’s a warehouse not too far from here that has been having problems with shipments not making it or coming in half robbed. It’s under our protection. The thugs are small-time, not another club, but they all know us, so that’s where you come in.”

  “Need me to send for some of my other guys?” One man was not going to be able to scare even the smallest of criminals away from a payday, especially with the holidays creeping up fast.

  Blaz shook his head. “I have Bear coming up to help you, along with Kane, Ax, and Reese.”

  “This must be more than just a small-time problem if you’re pulling from so many charters.” Bear was the one we always called on when things were going to get messy. He and his wife were a force to be reckoned with, and I knew if Bear was coming, Scar would be along for the bloody ride. She was the main exception to our rule that women didn’t get their hands dirty.

  “It’s personal,” Blaz responded. “They’re going to meet you at the cabin in the morning, and we’ll hammer out the details once they’ve arrived. Harlow is going to head there tonight with you to make sure y’all have everything you need. Harlow.” Blaz waved his daughter over.

  “Yeah, Pop?” I couldn’t help but stare at her rack as she rushed over to us. In her low-cut V-neck, her tits were practically popping out. I wanted to throw a coat over her and stop all the other guys in that bar from staring, too. Sex sells, though, and I knew the more she showed, the better her tips would be.

  “Everything ready up at the cabin?”

  “The fridge is stocked with beer—what more could those heathens need?” She laughed a little, leaning on the bar top.

  “Such a smart one, aren’t you?” Blaz put his hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “When you getting outta here?”

  “I can have Marlena close up if you want me to head up there now.”

  Blaz glanced over at me. “You ready kid?”

  I shoved away from the bar, digging my keys out of the inside pocket of my cut. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  “I’ll be up there first thing in the morning, sweetheart.”

  “Okay, Dad.”

  “Here.” I handed my leather jacket and spare helmet to Harlow.

  “You’re sweet.” She took the stuff from me and climbed onto the back of my bike, wrapping her arms tightly around my middle.

  “That’s a word I don’t hear very often,” I admitted before letting the engine of my hog roar to life.

  Burying her face in my back, she replied, “Get used to it if you’re going to be around for a while.”

  Riding up the winding roads to the cabin with Harlow was nothing short of perfect. The stars blanketed the clear night sky and the moonlight danced on the pavement beneath us. It was the kind of night bikers live for, and I never wanted the memory to slip from my grasp.

  It didn’t take long for us to be pulling up into the drive of the dimly lit home. It was strange to be alone with Harlow. Usually we had to steal moments when her father wasn’t looking, and I couldn’t believe he was trusting me alone for a night with his daughter. It felt a little too much like a test.

  After helping Harlow off of my bike and taking my bag inside, I sat on the front porch in a rocking chair smoking a cigarette.

  “Have one of those for me?” Harlow asked while handing me a longneck.

  “Of course.” I pulled out the pack of cowboy killers and lit the stick for her.

  She planted herself right down in my lap with her face an inch away from mine. “This is a long time coming,” she muttered before letting her lips dust over mine.

  Instinctively, I laced my fingers in her hair, pulling her into my hungry kiss.

  Within seconds, my mind snapped back to clarity, forcing a retreat. “This isn’t a good idea, Low.”

  “Why?” She pouted as rejection assaulted her smile, letting it fade into disappointment.

  “You know why.” I ran my thumb over her soft lip, which I craved to taste again.

  Letting her head land on my shoulder, she sighed. “I guess you’re right. Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

  I wrapped my arms around her. “Trust me, I want nothing more, but I don’t want my head to be the next trophy on your father’s wall.”

  Chapter 3

  Harlow

  Curling up in bed alone while sharing a wall with Collin was the cruelest form of torture I could have imagined. Finally, we were in the same place at the same time, but it still wasn’t right. I damned my actions of lust, the nagging sting of refusal destroying me slowly.

  Need and desire bellowed up inside me. I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until I took care of it one way or another. Forcing myself to stay put, I fought the overwhelming desire to crawl into his arms to at least sleep next to the burly biker I’d had a crush on for most of my life.

  Images of the time I accidently walked in on him changing in the bathroom flashed in my brain: the way his back had flexed as his tight muscles worked while he took his shirt off, the club ink decorating his tanned skin, how good his ass had looked in his snug boxer briefs. I’d practically drooled as I peeped through the cracked door. He hadn’t caught me, and it was my little secret I had kept close to the vest for years.

  Discouraged, I turned on the TV to drown out my tantalizing thoughts with droning, dreary news. Rambling reporters carried on about the devastating fires in California and the funeral for George Bush Sr., but nothing was tempering my shameless yearning. You’d think devastation and heartbreak would be able to snap a girl out of love-drunken need, but it wasn’t working, to say the least.

  I flipped the input of the Apple TV and logged into the drive all the guys used for porn. It wasn’t ever talked about, but I knew they all watched it when they were hiding out at the cabin for one reason or another. Days in isolation were long, and I was happy for the aid to my deviance.

  What will it be today? Bondage? Orgy? Gang bang? Face fucking? Pegging?

  The possibilities were endless.

  I settled on a sweet romance full of passion and kissing. It seemed fitting for my current mood.

  Making sure the volume was as low as possible, I watched as the cheesy beginning storyline of two college friends played out before they finally gave in to their longing for each other. I laughed as the girl pretended to be shocked by how big her friend’s dick was when he finally set it free from the confines of his jeans. As the guy knelt down and started to lick her pussy, I slipped my hand into my yoga pants and under my lace panties, my nipples hardening while my fingers began to pinch and tease my clit.

  Without even thinking about it, a loud moan escaped from my lips. Throwing my free hand over my mouth, I held my breath and paused the TV.

  Within seconds, I heard stomping footsteps and a knock on my door.

  “Yeah?” I called out.

  “Low, you all right in there?”

  Damn it all to hell.

  I had been caught.

  There was no saving the situation, no way Collin didn’t know what I was doing. The walls must have been thinner than I had originally assumed.

  “Everything is fine,” I responded, but he opened the door anyway.

  I hugged the covers tightly to my chest, my face burning up.

  Collin stood in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes got wide when he realized what was frozen on the TV screen.

  Fuck.

  There wasn’t anything else to say. “Girls watch porn too, Hellock.”

  He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

  “You either need to join me or get the fuck out so I can finish,” I barked as a coy smile spread quickly on my face.

  I had no idea where I had grown the balls to be so forward with him, but it was now or never in my mind.

  Taking a few steps into the room, he locked his eyes with mine. “You know there would be no coming back from it, right?”

  “Why does everything have to black and white? We’re two adults who have flirted with each other forever. Isn’t this inevitable?”

  “I just know it wouldn’t be able to be a one-time thing for me.” His admittance was all I needed in that moment. He wasn’t just some guy to me; he was the guy.

  “What are you waiting for then?”

  “Fuck it.” He pulled his shirt off and undid his belt in rapid succession.

  Following suit, I pulled off my oversized shirt and lounge pants, throwing them on the floor. Collin climbed on top of me, kissing from my navel up the side of my neck.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long, Low,” he said, breathing in my ear.

  Digging my nails into his back, I pulled his weight down onto me. “You have no idea how mutual that feeling has been.”

  Rolling me on top of him, his hands gripped my shoulders. “Are you sure about this?” His eyes bored into me as I stared down my bare chest to his.

  Biting my lower lip, I nodded. “I want you, Collin. I have for as long as I can remember.”

  “That’s all I needed to hear.” His fingertips slipped down my sides. “You’re so fucking sexy, babe.”

  Reaching behind me, I fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans, never losing eye contact with him. I watched in awe as his eyes slammed shut and he pulled in a sharp breath when my hand gripped his cock for the first time. His desire swelled as I gently stroked and played.

  “I need to taste you right the fuck now.” Collin threw me down onto the bed, kneeling on the floor. Positioning me, his hands gripped my hips as he buried his face between my legs. Slowly, he kissed the thin fabric, making my back arch and my need for him pool quickly.

  “Fuck, Collin,” I moaned as I pulled my thong down and off, adding it to our growing pile of discarded clothing at the foot of the bed.

  Finally, his tongue went to work in a majestic dance of pure ecstasy. Fireworks erupted within me as he sucked and licked my pulsing clit. Gripping the pillow under my head, I cried out from the sheer pleasure of finally knowing how talented he really was. Cut sluts talked all the time so I knew from tons of stories how Collin was in bed, but none of them had done him justice.

  “God damn, you taste so good,” he groaned in between licks.

  With my hand on the back of his head, I muttered, “It’s my turn.”

  Shaking his head, he narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.” Running his thumb over my sensitive skin, he watched me squirm. “Does that feel good, baby?”

  I closed my eyes as I responded, “There aren’t even words for it.”

  “Good. I’m not stopping until I taste your cum dripping onto my tongue.” His hot breath sent chills over my entire body.

  His fingers explored me while his mouth worked all kinds of magic. There wasn’t even a question—I was going to be a goner in no time at all. My knees quaked, my body went numb, and before I knew what was happening, bliss was consuming me.

  I cried out his name as I fought to catch my breath.

  “That’s my girl.” Giving me a couple of seconds, he lay down next to me, stroking my hair and sweetly kissing me.

  “I don’t even know what just happened,” I admitted, running my hand down his brawny chest.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” His lips pulled at the corners.

  Leaning down, I took his shaft into my mouth as far as I could. The head of his dick slammed into the back of my throat, and his moans cheered me on as his fingers gripped the hair at the base of my neck tightly. Letting my tongue tease the tip of his cock, I looked up at him as he smiled down at me.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn good at that.” His head rolled back as he pushed mine down more. “Come here.” He clutched my arm, directing me onto him. “I need to be inside you.”

  Gradually, I lowered myself, gasping as he filled me.

  “Holy shit,” I exclaimed.

  “Take your time, baby.” His nails dug into the tender flesh on my sides as I leisurely started to rock my hips.

  “If I had known how good you felt, we would have done this years ago,” I confessed as my entire body started to shake on top of him.

  “Better late than never.” He shot me a quick wink before yanking me down to let our lips connect.

  Hugging me to him, he rolled us over, and I wrapped my legs behind his as he picked up the pace. The walls of my pussy hugged him while he reached down to play with my clit. I bit down on his shoulder as a moan leapt from the back of my throat, and a light layer of sweat coated our bodies as he brought me to my second orgasm of the evening.

  “Fuck, it feels so good to feel you cum with me in you,” he growled as his dick twitched deep inside. His breath quickened as he slammed into me harder and faster.

  “Let me feel you cum, babe,” I pleaded.

  Within seconds, Collin collapsed on top of me, panting and shuddering while his dick pulsed.

  “You were my undoing. I was trying to hold out, but as soon as you asked, I couldn’t keep it in any longer.”

  “I can’t say I am sorry in the slightest. That was mind-blowingly good.”

  “You’re tellin’ me.” Collin moved onto his side, tucking me close to him as he steadied his breathing and dragged the covers up over us.

  We lay there for a bit, wrapped in each other and in awe of what had just happened.

  “You’re incredible,” I finally murmured.

  “So are you.”

  Chapter 4

  Collin

  The sunlight woke me to one of the most gorgeous sights I’d ever had the privilege of seeing: Harlow wrapped in the blanket next to me, sleeping soundly. I brushed her hair away from her face, gently tucking it behind her ear.

  Sleepily, her eyes fluttered open.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  Guiding my hand, a devilish sneer perked up her lips. “Let’s see how good this morning can get.”

  Just as I was about to give in to her, the front door slammed shut and Blaz’s voice boomed through the house. “Harlow? Collin?”

  “Fuck!” I jumped out of bed, throwing Harlow’s clothes at her.

  We quickly got dressed as she whispered, “What the fuck time is it?”

  I glanced at my watch. “Seven in the fucking morning. How the hell is your dad here already?”

  “Fuck if I know. Stay here,” she ordered before slipping out the door.

  I held my breath as I listened while Harlow greeted her father.

  “Daddy, you’re here early. I haven’t even had the chance to make coffee yet.”

  “We have our work cut out for us this weekend. Needed to get a jump on the day before the rest of the guys arrive.”

  As quietly as I could, I scrambled from Harlow’s room into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I needed time before seeing her father. I wasn’t good at keeping secrets, and the fact that my fingers had just been on Low’s cunt was going to be all over my damn face.

  The hot water rolled over my back as a knock banged on the door.

  “Come in?” I yelled.

  “You gonna be ready soon, princess?” Blaz teased.

  “Be out in a second.”

  Leaning against the wall, all I could think about was how big I had fucked up yet again. Impulsivity was starting to become a norm in my life, and I needed to get it out of my damn system quickly.

  She wasn’t a mistake.

  Last night was incredible.

  I took a few short breaths, turned off the shower, and got dressed. Of all the things I had to feel guilty about, finally being with Harlow couldn’t be one of them. I couldn’t help it. I just needed to get through the next couple of days and let everything play out.

  Making my way into the kitchen, I dug my hands into my pockets to keep them from shaking.

  “Coffee?” Harlow asked, holding the filled pot in one hand.

  “Sure.” I took a seat at the table across from Blaz.

  “Sleep well?” he asked while adding cream to his mug.

  I snuck a glance at Harlow as she blushed a bit. “Can’t complain.”

  “Good. Bear and the rest of them should be here soon, and then we have to head to the toy run.”

  So far so good.

  “You still wanna ride along?” I questioned Harlow, taking the cup of coffee from her.

  “If you don’t mind. It seems like a lot of fun, and it’s good to give back at this time of year.”

  “That it is, sweetheart.” Blaz was thumbing through the paper, seemingly oblivious to how red both Harlow and I were. Then, without missing a beat, he added in, “How long is it going to take for the two of you to admit y’all fucked last night?”