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“Did you change for you? Or for him?”

  “Does it matter who I changed for?”

  “It does,” he said.

  My mind was screaming at the dichotomy. He looked like Landon. He had his eyes. His jawline. His shoulders and his boyish gaze. But he was also different. He was chiseled with muscle and confident in the way he talked. His eyes were darker than Landon’s and he held himself with a confidence that didn’t come with sensitive men.

  Was this really not Landon?

  Did I care that it wasn’t?

  “I don’t know who I changed for,” I said. “All I know is… I did.”

  I watched the man nod before he slid from his chair. He held his hand out for me, his soft skin bearing itself for me to take. I looked down at his long, thick fingers and held my breath. Was he offering what I thought he was offering?

  “Let me show you how a man handles a woman like you,” he said.

  My eyes fluttered back up to his as my breathing became shallow.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “Anywhere you want,” he said. “But my original thought was back to my place.”

  I looked over at Nova and Chloe as their jaws dropped, my purse falling to the floor as Nova’s arm relaxed. Chloe was shooing me away, urging me to go as my mind stood at a standstill.

  Deep down, I think I actually knew all along that this wasn’t Landon, even though I wanted it to be. But surprisingly, I didn’t seem to care.

  I was different.

  I had tried so hard to be different.

  “Okay,” I said as I slipped my hand into his. “Lead the way.”

  Chapter Four

  Reagan

  His strength supported me as he guided me through the bar. I reached down and picked my purse up from the floor as Chloe silently clapped at my victory. My heart was racing a thousand miles a second as Maddox led me from the bar, his hand encompassing the whole of mine. His touch was warm and his stature was tall. The girls had been right. The man I was walking alongside was easily six-foot-two… though he seemed to tower higher than that. I felt excitement washing through my veins. If this wasn’t Landon, then who was this? Was his name really Maddox? Why the hell was I doubting all of this? What the fuck was I doing?

  “Reagan?”

  His voice ripped me from my thoughts as I looked up at him. There was a grin on his face and I somehow knew exactly what he was thinking. I had zoned out again. It was a terrible habit of mine that I had yet to break. It always retreated into my mind whenever I couldn’t figure something out. Whenever I was overwhelmed and needed time to sort through things, I lost myself in the confines of my own imagination.

  Maddox’s grin grew as my eyes scanned over his car. It was an old Chevy Impala back when they were made for muscle.

  “This is yours?” I asked.

  “It is.”

  “It’s… wow.”

  “So, you like it,” he said.

  “Was there a question in there?”

  “Not really. Get in. I’ll take us for a ride in it.”

  I slid into the blacked out interior as I curled my legs into the car. I placed my purse at my feet, jostling as Maddox closed the door alongside me. I watched as he slid into the seat next to me. His legs were long and his arms were thick with muscles. The leather felt like butter underneath my thighs and I could feel the rumble of the strong engine.

  Damn, I loved old muscle cars.

  I sighed and closed my eyes as Maddox backed out of the parking space, then he raced us out onto the main drag of Seattle.

  “It rides so smoothly,” I said.

  “It better. I worked on it a lot,” he said.

  “Do you have other things that you work on a lot?”

  “Getting personal, are we?”

  I let out a laugh as I felt the rumbling of the engine. The swell of the car was heating with the tension radiating between the two of us. I stole glances at him every once in a while, raking my eyes over his form to try and get a better look at him. He was right. I was already answering my own question. He certainly was not a pretty boy type. He looked like a man that knew his way around a car engine. While most guys in the bar were in suits, Maddox was in jeans, t-shirt and a leather jacket. I was surprised that the place let him in like that, but I guessed that he gave one wink at the pretty hostess in front and we have able to get whatever he wanted.

  After a half an hour of driving around in the most beautiful car I’d ever sat in, we pulled off the road. We wound through greenery and mountains I knew were on the outskirts of the city, and soon we were rolling up a driveway for a secluded house discretely hidden from the main road. It was surrounded by trees, and I couldn’t help but think that if I were driving here, I would have gotten completely lost. After a few minutes we pulled up to the house.

  The house was dark. Full of rich colors on the outside that foreshadowed what was to come on the inside. The painting on the siding of the house was a rich champagne color and the shutters were a deep green. The porch that jutted out from the back was dark brown with deep green trim, contrasting the bright green grass the house sat on. The moonlight drenched the house in a romantic sort of aura, even though the darkness of its exterior boasted a pervading darkness waiting for me on the inside.

  “We really should work on that trait of yours,” he said.

  Once again, I was ripped from my thoughts. I saw him standing next to me, holding my door open as my cheeks flushed. I quickly unhooked my seat belt and gathered my things, the car door closing with a thud behind me. But it was his hand on the small of my back that caused me to jump.

  His touch was warm, and I craved it on my bare skin.

  He guided me into his home, turning on only lights that were necessary. I walked around, my mouth gawking at the darkened beauty of his home. Rich mahogany hardwood floors and dark gray furniture that matched his eyes. The walls were painted in his grayish blue color, offsetting the darkness of the home but still lending a mysterious quality to it. My heels clicked along the stairs as I walked up them, allowing myself to explore the house as Maddox’s feet fell heavily behind my body.

  But this his hand found my lower back again and he led me into the first door we came to.

  The room was dark except for the moonlight streaming through the curtains. I felt Maddox’s breath against my neck as his lips dipped to my skin. My head fell off to the side, opening myself up for him as his smooth skin caressed mine. I could feel his tongue dancing along my pulse point, his hands running down my waist before he stopped at my hips.

  “Your home is beautiful,” I said breathlessly.

  “Pales in comparison to you,” he said.

  “That a line you use on everyone?” I asked.

  I felt him pause as his grip tightened on my hips.

  “Only to those who deserve it,” he said.

  I felt my skin shiver as he slowly untucked my blouse from my skirt. I felt his fingertips grasp my zipper, sliding it down my ass until I was bare to him. Thank fuck I had decided to wear something sexy into work today. I had on a pair of pale pink lacy underwear, and the groan that fell from Maddox’s lips told me he enjoyed what he saw.

  My skirt went falling to the floor before Maddox lifted my blouse over my head. His fingertips unclasped my bra, then that too fell to the floor. I was quickly picked up off my feet, my naked body held closely to his chest as he guided me towards the center of the room.

  Then he tossed me onto the bed before his eyes raked over my body.

  I leaned up onto my forearms, feeling my prominent bosom swinging against my skin. I watched as Maddox undid the belt from his pants, tossing it to the ground before he peeled off his pants. His legs were strong. Thick with muscle and pulsing with the blood racing through his body. I watched as he unraveled his boxers from himself, his long, thick cock bouncing for me as my eyes widened.

  “Don’t worry. I promise it’ll fit,” he said.

  He stalked my body, his lips kissing up my legs a
s he did so. His eyes never left mine, like a lion eyeing its mate for the season. My tits rose to puckered peaks as my eyes began to flutter closed. His warm lips descended to my lacy underwear, my back dropping to the floor as he removed them.

  With his fucking teeth.

  His hands ran along my curves as his tongue explored my pussy. He parted me wholly, pressing my knees to my chest as I bucked into him. I twirled my hands into the lusciously soft sheets we were lying on, looking for any leverage I could get. I reached down for his hair, raking my fingers through his thick locks as I pulled him deeper into my body.

  I lost all control of my movements as my juices dripped down his chin.

  I arched my back off his bed, coming on his tongue as he lapped deeply into my body. My pleasure choked off any sounds I could afford him, my body shaking as he grinned into my pussy lips. He settled my legs onto the bed, watching me closely as I panted out into the room.

  In an instant, I was flipped over and his hands were pressed on top of mine. He spread my legs with his knees, parting me as my body sank into the mattress. I felt his cock sliding between my pussy folds, my body molding around him as he slicked himself with my arousal. My head was spinning and my eyes were closed. I was preparing for the searing pain I knew his cock would bring me. I braced myself as his tip breached my entrance, sucking in a bout of air as I tensed.

  But with each inch, I relaxed. With each part of him that slid deeper, I shook with pleasure. Electricity coursed through my veins and fire sparked in my toes. He pressed against parts of me I had never known to exist, and the sensations were overwhelming. Tears of succulent delight sprang to my eyes as he sank to his hilt, pressing his strong hips into my ass cheeks as he pinned me to his bed.

  He dipped his lips to my ear, pulling my earlobe between his teeth as I shuddered.

  He pulled his cock from my body, and pushed my hips back up wanting him back where he was. He slid it back into me, shaking my legs as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He knelt between my legs as his lips kissed my spine, his cock rolling deeply into my body as I quivered for him. I was dripping onto his bed. I could feel my juice soaking the bed beneath my hips. His cock throbbed against my walls, pulling salacious moans and groans from my body as he attacked me. His grip was tight on my hands and his cock burned me in all the right ways. That fire trickled up my legs and heated my pelvis, causing me to push back into him as much as I could.

  I wanted to feel more of him.

  To feel more of this.

  “Yes. Please. More. I need… I need more.”

  “I’ve always enjoyed a greedy woman,” Maddox said.

  He released my hands before he grabbed my hips. I rose my body up from the bed, whimpering and gasping as he started slamming into me. Stars were bursting in my vision as his balls smacked my clit. Every pound of his body into mine moved me up the mattress until my body was hanging off it. I was a rag doll being used for his pleasure and I loved every second of it. His confidence was sexy and his cock left me breathless. His hands were commanding and strong but his voice was gentle. Soothing in a way I’d never heard from a man before.

  Not even Landon.

  My orgasm crashed into my body as my pussy throbbed around his cock. He dropped down to the bed, gathering me back onto it as his cock stilled against my walls. I could feel him pumping into me, filling me with his threads of come as I whimpered into the sheets. My legs felt like jelly and my head was spinning with euphoria as Maddox planted open-mouthed kisses along my shoulders.

  I don’t remember moving before I fell asleep. All I can remember was the feeling of his warm, wet lips against my skin.

  Chapter Five

  Maddox

  The morning was lazy and warmer than usual. I felt the soft body of the gorgeous woman from last night pressed against me, her leg slung over between mine. It made me grin. Running my fingers over her milky white skin had my cock twitching for a second round. She had been tasty. Exotic. Willing to give herself over at a moment’s notice to the lust pulsing between us all night.

  The sunlight shone onto her skin as I rolled over and looked at her. Her long hair spilled into her face as her splatter of freckles rested easily against her skin. I kissed every single one of them last night. Showed them the respect they deserved. I still wasn’t sure if she thought I was that Landon asshole, but I hoped I’d destroyed that fantasy in her mind for good. No matter what she thought some college asshole could give her, I knew I could give better. I knew I could treat her like a woman instead of like a blossoming college sweetheart.

  If I had done my job right, she’d be craving my name on the tip of her tongue instead of his.

  But even though I wanted to stay in bed with her, I couldn’t. There was work that had to be done and a very angry dad to be dealt with. I slid from the covers, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty beside me, then I made my way to the bathroom to get ready.

  Last night had been amazing, but I couldn’t be bothered with a relationship. In another world, possibly. And that girl in my bed was the type of woman I would go for. Forward. Sassy. Strong and confident. But yielded to my strength in bed and willingly gave herself over to do whatever I wanted. She was headstrong in public but a submissive little minx in bed.

  And curves for fucking days.

  Her tits spilled over in the palms of my hands and her thighs wrapped around my body beautifully. Her voluptuous lips created pillows for mine to land on as my muscles pressed into the soft excess of her body. She was warm and welcoming. Exactly as a woman should be for a man who did the type of work I was used to. The club was no joke, and it was nice to have a little slice of heaven to wake up to after dealing with the reality of the life we led.

  I washed and groomed myself as Reagan continued to sleep. Her light snores were music to my ears as a peace filled the room. I never felt peace unless I was in the arms of a woman. I never experienced euphoria and pleasure anymore unless I was cock-deep in a dripping wet pussy. Waking up with a beautiful woman at my side was the equivalent of enjoying a single malt scotch.

  Rare, beautiful, and a little bit painful to take in.

  Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I made my way for the kitchen. I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled a note for her to see whenever she got up. I wanted her to know that she was welcome to anything in my house if she woke up hungry and that the bathroom was hers to use if she wanted to clean up. I’d have a car waiting downstairs for her whenever she was ready to go, and the driver would be instructed to take her anywhere she wished. I had a prospect that owed me a favor, and I knew he would be quiet about it.

  I adhered the note to the front door, grabbed my leather jacket, then started for the port.

  The angry voice message left by my dad at four in the morning was prompting me to check up on something. Our gun shipment for the club was being held up at customs. The club had paid off all the right people for the guns to come in unchecked, but for some reasons with this shipment there was a stall. I was tasked with going and seeing what the fuck was going on. I hoped on my bike and I used the drive over to switch from confident romancer to ruthless businessman, and I could feel myself hardening. I could feel myself shutting everything down. That was the reality of the club’s world. Surviving in the motorcycle club he’d built meant shutting down all emotions, compartmentalizing all outside issues, and putting forth a strong foot at the expense of everyone else.

  It was exhausting, but it was for the club. Even though I hated it, I considered them family. And I would do whatever I needed to do for my family.

  I pulled up to the container port and parked my bike. My vintage Harley always drew sets of eyes, and that was how I liked it. I hated making verbal statements of power and authority over people. I didn’t enjoy being a massive dick. My dad did, but that wasn’t my strong suit. So, I used some of my money to purchase a motorcycle that I could fix up that would make a statement before I stepped foot onto the ground.

  And
it worked every time.

  I walked into the port office. I took a look at the different teller’s and when my eyes landed on a pretty blonde, I smiled.

  “Hi sir, how can I help you?”

  “I’m here to check on a particular shipment,” I said and I leaned slightly over the counter. I smirked as I watched her eyes quickly looked me up and down.

  “Sure, can you give me the shipment information?” the blonde said with a bright smile. I smiled back and gave her the information.

  “There are several with your name on it in the system. Do you want updates on all of them?”

  I looked down at the name tag on the desk and grinned. I could easily tell that she was new.

  “Miss Dante, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Maddox Anders,” I said.

  “Ashley Dante, sir.”

  “What a lovely name,” I said as I leaned against the counter. “The particular shipment I’m looking for is one that was shipped from Alaska.”

  Our gun dealer wasn’t based out of the United States, but the customs officer we dealt with always made sure our shipments weren’t foreign. My dad had known Roscoe growing up and when he had become a customs officer, he striked up a business relationship that his friend could not refuse. Our dealer would get us firepower from overseas, and Roscoe would make sure all of the customs paperwork was set, making our foreign shipments no longer foreign. This helped reduce the risk of someone looking inside the containers.

  Even though we had the in with Roscoe, that never meant everything was perfect, especially with international shipments. So, when things went wrong, it was my job to go into the port office and fix them.

  “I believe I know the shipment you’re requesting, sir. Hold on just a second.”

  The woman began typing away but kept stumbling over her keys. I hated it when they got like this. It made my job harder, longer, and more grueling. My eyes settled onto her body as she bit down onto her lower lip, trying to concentrate as I stood at the counter. People were keeping their distance as I leaned onto my forearm, getting as close to the woman as I could.