Her weakness over him due to his bad boy charm…
His sexy swagger…
His “not give a fuck” attitude…
Any and all of that was why she’d left Shadow Valley in the first place. She had figured—and hoped—distance might break that spell.
She was wrong. However, something else was becoming very clear…
Glen did not make her nipples stand at attention. He did not make her pussy slick. Or make her want to climb him like a tree.
He was comfortable. Like a warm blanket.
While Zeke set that blanket on fire.
He made her pulse race. Her pussy throb. Her clit quiver.
Her toes curl.
But life was more than hot, satisfying sex, right?
Being consistent. Responsible. Solid. Law-abiding.
None of that would describe the man currently pressing his erection into her belly.
The man with whom she shared a child.
Only, she didn’t want to deal with reality.
Because the reality was: she didn’t want Glen.
She wanted Zeke.
No matter how bad he was for her.
No matter how much he lived up to his road name.
No matter how many times he’d been in prison.
No matter he was the freakingpresidentof a motorcycle club.
Despite fighting it, she was sliding down that slippery slope again.
She thought she’d grown stronger than this.
But no. The truth was, she was weak.
And Zeke was her fucking kryptonite.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Want you naked.”
I want you naked, too.
But if she admitted that out loud she might as well admit defeat.
She was losing this tug of war of Zeke trying to pull her back into his life. When she tugged hard, he tugged back even harder. It was to the point where her hands were tired, blistered, and bloody. She could feel that rope slipping from between her fingers.
