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“Is that what she’s doing in here?” Suit asks, not looking away from me. “Helping. Alone in your fucking bedroom?”

Oh my God.

He’s jealous.

And he has no reason to be.

“Suit—”

“I’m taking you out for a ride. Be ready to leave in thirty minutes,” he replies, pushing off the doorframe and walking away.

Blade and I share a look. “You’ve got him in fucking knots.”

“I don’t know about that.” I sigh, standing and turning away from the screen. “He mustn’t really care if he thought we were doing something in here, and he just left me here.”

Blade laughs, shaking his head. “He knows we weren’t doing anything shady in here. One, because it’s me, and two, we don’t touch each other’s women. He’s jealous for no reason other than he doesn’t want anyone with a dick to be alone with you.”

“What do you mean, because it was you?” I ask, brow furrowing. “You’re hot.”

His eyes widen, and his cheeks heat. “Yeah, maybe don’t say that in front of him.”

Laughing, I leave his room and head back to mine to change.

I’ve never been on the back of a bike.

Luckily, I have the perfect outfit for it.

SUIT

Last night was a mistake, but I can’t make myself regret it. She was beautiful. Perfect. The way she gave herself to me. Fuck. And now I’m hard again.

But she isn’t made for someone like me. And I’m not cut out for marriage, especially to someone who was so sheltered. I know the men are starting to trust her. She hasn’t contacted her family once since she got here. Blade has been watching her phone. I have a feeling I know why. I grit my teeth, picturing the fading bruises.

I never wanted to get close to her, so I should not have slept with her. I’m going to take her for a ride, and then we can talk.

I’m mentally preparing for what I’m going to say when she walks down the stairs. Tight black jeans, an off-the-shoulder red top, and knee-high leather boots. She has a leather jacket in her hands, and she’s done her hair in two plaits.

She looks like she was made to be on the back of my bike.

“You look beautiful,” I say, wanting her to feel it. I take the jacket and put it on her.

“So where are we going?” she asks as we walk outside.

“I thought we could go to the beach, get something to eat, and then take a longer scenic ride home,” I say, watching her reaction to see if it is something she might like.

Her pale green eyes light up. “That sounds wonderful. I’d love to see more of Rest Falls.”

She is so easily pleased, just happy to be included, and so damn sweet. I don’t know what to do with her. She’s the opposite of the women I usually go for, but now that I’ve had a taste of her, I can’t help but think that I’d been going for the wrong type. I hand her the new helmet I bought for her, and help her put it on. The moment seems intimate, and I can’t help but look into her pretty eyes.

Climbing on my bike, she gets on behind me, her breasts pressing against my back and her arms holding tightly around me. I show her where to put her feet, and I hear her sweet, excited laughter as I turn on the engine. We stop at the beach and go for a walk down the path. We might be a small town, but we have beautiful beaches.

“Tomorrow, I’ll be back at work,” I say to her, my fingers twitching, wanting to take her hand, but I stop myself. “So I won’t be around during the day.”

“Okay. Blade said Prez wanted me to help with a few things, so I’ll find things to do,” she replies, staring out at the crystal blue water.

“Prez?” I ask, brows rising. Blade said she was good with technology and numbers, but I didn’t realize Prez had asked her for help with the club.

“Yeah. I used to help my father do a few things. Apparently, it can be useful to the club too.”