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"You didn't have to," Viper shoots back, clapping me on the shoulder. "We've been placing bets. You lasted longer than most of us thought, but man, you fell hard."

I roll my eyes, leaning back. We catch up for a bit, the conversation naturally shifting toward club business and then pivoting to giving Viper hell. As the last man standing without an old lady, he takes the brunt of the joking, dodging jabs about his nonexistent love life with his usual sharp sarcasm.

"I'm telling you, Viper," Stryker grins, leaning against the wooden post next to mine and gesturing with his bottle toward the crowd. "It’s a simple system. You find a sweet, curvy girl, realize you can't breathe without her, and lock her down before she comes to her senses."

Viper snorts, rolling his shoulders under his cut. "Yeah, sounds real simple, Boss. Step one, lose your mind. Step two, hand over your freedom. I'll stick to my bike and my peace and quiet, thanks. Someone's gotta stay focused on keeping this club running while the rest of you turn into soft-hearted mush."

"You keep talking that big talk," Stryker chuckles, taking a pull of his beer. "Just wait. The higher you build those walls, the harder you're gonna fall when the right woman walks through the door."

"Ain't gonna happen," Viper replies coolly, though his jaw tightens slightly as he checks his phone, ever the vigilant Road Captain. "My life is complicated enough tracking manifests and route logistics without adding a woman to the mix. Besides, I like my bed to myself and my mornings quiet."

"Quiet?" I grumble, finally chiming in with a smirk. "You spend half your time complaining about the noise in the clubhouse anyway."

"That's because you all stomp around like a herd of buffalo," Viper shoots back, clapping me on the shoulder with a wry grin. "And don't look at me like that, Onyx. You lasted longer than most of us thought, but man, you fell hard."

"I didn't fall," I rumble, crossing my arms over my chest, though there's no real edge to it.

"Right, and I'm a choirboy," Viper mutters, shaking his head with a smirk before taking another sip of his drink. "Look at you. Two minutes away from her and you're already twitching like a junkie in withdrawal. Go on, get over there before you start growling at the rest of us."

I roll my eyes, but I don't bother arguing. No matter what Viper or Stryker are saying, my focus keeps drifting right back across the room.

Eden looks up, catching my eye through the crowd. Her face softens into a bright, genuine smile that has my heart beating against my ribcage in an attempt to break free and join hers.

"God, look at that," Stryker laughs, following my gaze. "The big, bad Onyx. Loyal Sgt. at Arms. Got a lovesick puppy dog face."

"Screw you, Stryker," I rumble, though there's no anger. I don’t even care. I’m already pushing off the pillar, leaving them mid-laugh. I’m halfway to Eden before they even take another sip of their drinks.

I step up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and without a word of warning, I bend down and haul her effortlessly over my shoulder.

She lets out a startled gasp that instantly melts into a bright, ringing giggle. It is, without a doubt, the most pure, beautiful sound I have ever heard in my miserable life.

"Alright," I announce to Corinne and the laughing women. "She's coming home with me."

Eden doesn't object, just laughs again, her hands resting comfortably against my back as I carry her out through the heavy double doors and into the cool night air.

I set her down gently beside my bike. We take the long way back to my place, the wind whipping past us. I can feel her shifting behind me, pressing closer as the temperature drops. Eden squirms behind me, accidentally grinding herself against me. When she twitches and her hands clench my jacket roughly, I realize her movements are no accident. Fuck me, she’s rubbing her pussy against the vibrating leather seat of my bike, using my body as leverage to hit that exact right spot.

By the time we pull into my driveway, a light, freezing sprinkle of rain has started to fall, the coastal storm rolling back in. But the cold is no match for the fire Eden has started.

She slips off the back of my bike, but instead of joining her, I scoot back and guide her to sit in front of me, the engine still rumbling powerfully beneath us. I lean forward, nipping her earlobe and smoothing my hands up and down her slick, wet body. “Did you get all worked up on the back of my bike?” My voice is so low, it’s barely audible over the increasingly heavy rainfall.

“God, yes,” she breathes out, resting her head against my shoulder. I kiss her neck and let my hands wander down to her legs, gripping her thighs and spreading them even wider. “Ah!” she yelps, quickly followed by a wanton moan.”

“Fuck, did the vibrations between your legs make you all wet and needy?” I growl, scraping my teeth along her pulse point before kissing her there.

“S-so needy,” she echoes. “It hurts, Onyx. I ache for you.”

“Jesus,” I grunt, dipping my hand into her pants and cupping her pussy. I can fucking feel her pulsing and releasing more hot cream from her cunt. This time, I don’t tease her. I slide one finger inside, then another, wrapping my free arm across her breasts as she arches her back against me.

The rain relentlessly beats down on us, the cooling sensation of water droplets on my skin contrasting deliciously with the lava coursing through my veins. I grind against her juicy ass with each thrust of my fingers, absorbing each tiny moan and tortured cry of pleasure.

One hand mercilessly fucks her smooth, hot little cunt while the other maps out her curves, the rain making her clothing slick as it clings to her body. Eden inhales sharply, holding her breath while her body spasms beneath my touch. She reaches behind her and fists my hair, a broken cry torn from her lungs as her release spills over my fingers and pools in my hand.

“Fuck,” I grunt, thrusting my jean-covered cock against her once, twice, and then coming in my pants like a goddamn teenager. “So good, baby. That was so fuckin’ hot.”

She giggles breathlessly, relaxing against me as I wrap my arms protectively around her. We stay like that for a few moments, both of us coming back down from that incredible high. When Eden starts shivering, I kill the engine and help her off the bike. I wrap my arm around her, rushing her up the steps and into the warmth of the cabin.

"Go get in the shower," I tell her, gently pushing her toward the bathroom. "Get the hot water running so you don't freeze. When you're out, I'll check your shoulder and put some fresh ointment on the burn."