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  Menace considered my question, then gave me a nod. “I see your point. I’ll do some more digging and figure out what the hell was up with the guns.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

  With that, Menace stood and walked out of my office, closing the door behind him. I knew there was a possibility that I was overthinking the guns Widow and Hawk had found in Drake’s barn, but it was my job as the club’s president to keep my boys safe. In order to do that, I had to follow my gut, and it was telling me something was up with those fucking guns.

  We had another big run coming up with our North Carolina chapter, so I put a call into their president, Dax. As expected, everything was set to go as planned, and I was pleased to hear that he and his brothers were happy with Kiersten’s product. I wasn’t surprised that it was selling well. We also had no issues moving it; in fact, folks were clamoring after it. As far as I was concerned, that was always a good thing.

  Once I hung up with him, I spent some time going over some club paperwork and then headed home. I was just about ready to call it a night when my phone started ringing. I looked down at the screen and was surprised to see Rebecca’s name. It was after eleven, and she generally didn’t call that late, so I quickly answered, “You okay?”

  “I need to see you.”

  I didn’t ask questions. I never did. Whenever Rebecca called and said she needed me, I did my best to be there. “I’m on my way.”

  I ended the call without saying anything more and shoved the phone in my pocket. I knew why she needed me. It must’ve been a rough day—more than likely lost one of her patients. Rebecca was a hospice nurse who worked with several surrounding nursing homes and hospitals.

  I’d met her back when ol’ McClanahan, a retired MC president, was on his way out. He was a good man, known for running his club with an iron fist, but loyal and loved by the brotherhood. He was in his late eighties and not doing well.

  When Hawk had informed us that he was having a rough go of it, we’d decided to stop by the nursing home to pay our respects. That’s when Rebecca, his hospice nurse, had caught my eye.

  And apparently, I’d caught hers as well.

  I’d seen her before—at the nursing home and even once at the clubhouse when Delilah brought her around, but it wasn’t until McClanahan got really sick that I’d grown interested in her. While visiting him at the home, she would glance in my direction, but always slipped off before I had a chance to talk to her.

  However, I was patient.

  I bided my time, and after McClanahan had passed, I made sure she was invited on the run the boys and I had put together for him. There wasn’t much to it, just a quick ride up to the Tail of the Dragon on the Carolina border and back, so I hoped she’d tag along.

  She didn’t.

  I wasn’t ready to give up on my pretty little nurse, so I’d driven over to the nursing home to see if I might convince her to have a drink or dinner with me. When I’d walked into McClanahan’s now empty room, I found Rebecca standing in the center of it holding a small cardboard box, and she looked like she’d been crying.

  I stepped closer to her and asked, “Hey, you okay?”

  “Oh, umm ... Yes.” She quickly wiped the tears from her cheek. “I’m fine. I’ve just been cleaning up here a bit and got a little dust in my eye.”

  “I get the feeling it’s more than that.”

  “Maybe.” She looked down at McClanahan’s things and sighed. “It’s just so sad. His whole life fits in this one little box.”

  “It would take a lot more than that box to hold all that was Mr. McClanahan.”

  “You’re right. That old man was so full of life, always telling stories about the things he’d done, the places he’d gone, and all the women in his life.” A light blush crept across her face as she giggled. “It seemed there were quite a few, and now, it’s hard to believe he’s just gone.”

  “Sounds like he had a good run of it.”

  “Yes, he did.” She glanced up me and smiled. “From what I hear, you’re having a pretty good run of it, too.”

  “Oh, yeah?” She’d asked about me. I couldn’t help but think that was a good sign, so I stepped a little closer and asked, “And what makes you say that?”

  “I might’ve asked Mr. McClanahan about you.”

  “And why would you do that?”

  “I don’t know. Just curious, I guess.” She walked over to the dresser, placed the box down, opened it, then took out one of his old pictures. She turned it for me to see. “Did you know he was the president of the Ravens for twenty-two years?”

  “I did.”

  “So, you knew him pretty well?”

  “Well enough to know that he wouldn’t want you in here pining over him like this.”

  “No, I guess he wouldn’t, but it’s hard. I genuinely liked him.”

  “Well, because I’m a friend of McClanahan’s and all, I’d be willing to help take your mind off of things.”

  “Oh?” She cocked her eyebrow. “And how would you do that?”

  I don’t know what the hell came over me, but I couldn’t seem to stop the perverted thoughts coursing through my mind. I gave her one of my playful smirks and said, “I can be pretty creative.”

  “Oh, I bet you can be all kinds of creative.” Damn, she was beautiful. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted a woman the way I did her, and if that spark in her eye was any indication, she wanted me just as much. “I’m sure your creativity could make me forget all my woes.”

  “It absolutely could. I have a special talent in that department.”

  “Well ...” I was expecting her to turn me down and send me packing, but instead, she said, “I have my dinner break coming up. We could sneak off for a bit.”

  “Yeah, we could definitely do that.”

  Without saying anything more, Rebecca followed me out to my bike, and like she’d done it a hundred times before, she slipped on the spare helmet and hopped on behind me. After she gave me the address to her place, we were on our way. I’d picked up many women in my time, more than I could count, but there was something about this girl that was different from the rest.

  She didn’t need anything from me—just a simple distraction, which I was more than happy to give. And I liked that. I liked it a lot.

  When we arrived at Rebecca’s house, neither spoke as we got off my bike and removed our helmets. Anticipation crackled as we climbed up the steps to the front porch. A relieved smile crossed her face when we finally walked into the house.

  She’d barely closed the door, and we were on each other like two horny fucking teenagers. Her hands dove into my hair as she pulled me towards her, crushing her mouth against mine in a hungry kiss, and it wasn’t long before she started inching her scrubs down her hips. I grappled a condom from my wallet, unfastened my jeans, and slid it on. In a blink, I had her pinned against the wall with her legs wrapped around me.

  I drove deep inside Rebecca with one firm thrust, then fucked the ever-loving hell out of her. I’d say from her little whimpers and sated moans, along with the tiny beads of sweat trickling from her brow, that I did some of my best work that afternoon.

  I was expecting an invite to dinner or maybe a possibility for another round, but that didn’t happen.

  Not even close.

  I was still buried deep inside her when she patted me on the shoulder and said, “Okay, stud. It’s time for you to go.”

  “Whoa.” I quickly withdrew and tossed the condom in the trash next to the door. “Something wrong?”

  “No, everything’s fine. This was nice, really nice”—Rebecca nonchalantly pulled her scrubs back up over her hips and tied them at the waist--“but I’ve gotta get back and finish my shift.”

  I nodded, zipped up my jeans and adjusted my cut, then started for the door. I was about to head out but stopped when I remembered she’d ridden there with me. “Need a ride back to work?”

  “No, thanks. I’ll catch a cab.”

  “Okay, suit yourself.”

  I opened the door, and as soon as I stepped outside, I was hit with an unusual urge to turn around and reach for Rebecca. I was tempted to pull her into my arms and kiss her, long and hard.

  I resisted—something I didn’t typically do.

  But that feeling left me out of sorts, and I found myself not liking the idea of never seeing her again. I typically didn’t give women my number, but I knew Rebecca well enough and didn’t see the harm. So, I told her to call me if she ever needed to “relieve some stress,” though I honestly didn’t expect to hear from her.

  But she did.

  In fact, she called countless times. Hell, I called her more times than I could count myself, but only because we had an understanding.

  Neither of us was looking for anything serious. Rebecca had been through a hell of a divorce and had suffered abuse that would cripple most women, but being a strong, independent woman, she didn’t seem to let the memories of her past consume her. She hadn’t given up and was doing everything she could to give her daughter the best life possible.

  However, there were times over the past seven months when I’d noticed a few of her quirks. For one, she didn’t care for the dark. At least one light was always on in the house—if not more, and she didn’t like feeling confined in any way. Any time I’d put my weight on her, she’d tense up, and a panicked look would cross her face. That had greatly improved over the last couple of months, but a level of fear still hid behind her eyes.

  I didn’t think she was even aware of it. If so, she did her best to hide it, so I played along and let her take the reins. It was just one of those things she needed to do, and I got that.

  Rebecca was a fighter.

  I respected that about her.

/>   I also respected that she had her own thing going and didn’t need a man to fill some void in her life.

  As far as I was concerned, that was a good thing. After getting burned by the only woman I’d ever really cared about, I’d devoted my life to the club, often tied up with the brothers. I made this clear to Rebecca, and we agreed it was best to keep things simple.

  We’d do the sex thing, which happened to be fucking incredible, and leave it at that.

  No relationship.

  No strings attached—just the way I liked it.

  When I arrived at Rebecca’s place, I’d barely tapped on the door when she opened it, wearing nothing but a red silk bathrobe. Her long dark hair was pinned up, with several damp strands falling loose around her face and neck, and she smelled of fresh lavender and vanilla, having just gotten out of a hot bath. I gave her a quick once over, and the second I saw the puffy circles under her eyes, I knew she’d been crying. “Rough day?”

  “Oh, yeah.” She waited for me to step inside, then locked the door behind me. “Want something to drink?”

  I took my cut off and draped it over the chair. “I’m good.”

  She brought her wine glass up to her mouth, then tilted her head back, letting the last of the liquid slip past her full lips. After placing it on the table, she sauntered over to me. Without saying a word, she rested her forehead on my chest. “That bad, huh?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “Wanna talk about it?”

  She shook her head no, so I dropped it—another parameter followed within our “mutual understanding.” When one of us didn’t want to talk, the other didn’t push. Simple as that.

  It was clear something was bothering her—possibly the death of a beloved patient or a run-in with her ex-husband. It didn’t matter what had happened. She wanted to forget about it, and it was my job to see that she did. “Where’s the kid?”

  “Upstairs asleep in her room. I just checked on her.”

  Without saying anything more, I lifted Rebecca into my arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. The second I lowered her down onto the bed, she began untying the straps of her robe and eased it open, slowly exposing her delicate flesh.

  As I stood there watching her slip the silk fabric from her shoulders, my cock began to throb. After kicking off my boots, I made quick work of my clothes, then slipped on a condom before settling between her legs.

  I hovered there for a moment, gazing down at Rebecca in all her splendor, and I was amazed that she had no idea just how incredible she was. I slowly lowered my mouth to her shoulder, let my tongue trail along the delicate line between her neck and ear lobe, then whispered, “You ready for me?”

  She nodded, then spread her thighs and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me close. I raked the head of my aching cock against her and wasn’t gentle about it, letting her know my intentions.

  She didn’t give me a moment’s hesitation.

  Instead, Rebecca pressed her lips to mine in a possessive, demanding kiss, using her legs to pull me forward. I felt her tremble beneath me as I slid every inch of my cock deep inside her, then slowly withdrew.

  A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I repeatedly drove into her—each time a bit faster and more unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back as she began quietly muttering my name over and over.

  As much as I loved having her that way, I wanted more. I quickly withdrew, then placed my hands on her hips and flipped her over, hauling her ass up high, so I could take her from behind.

  I reached for Rebecca’s hair, fisting it in my hand, and gave it a firm tug. Then I thrust forward, driving inside her once again. Losing all control, I continually slammed into her, fucking her hard and deep. A sensual moan vibrated through her as she started to rock back, meeting my every move. I slid my hand from her hip down between her legs, and wanton cries echoed through the room as I began teasing her clit.

  Within seconds, I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as she pleaded, “Don’t stop.”

  Rebecca panted wildly, moaning, and desperately gripped the sheets as her body quivered around me, urging me on as I plunged inside her relentlessly. Seconds later, she submitted to her release and clamped down around me.

  All too soon, I felt my own orgasm building as the muscles in my abdomen and legs grew taut. Savoring the moment, I continued hammering into her until the sounds of our bodies colliding together pushed me over the edge. I gave her hair another tug and held her to me as I came deep inside her.

  I lowered myself onto the bed while my heart rate slowed down. A few moments later, I tossed the condom in the trash beside the night table, then turned to her and asked, “Feeling any better?”

  “Don’t speak.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  I sat up on the bed and grabbed my boxer briefs from the floor. Knowing it’d just complicate things, we didn’t do the whole cuddling bit after sex. I’d usually take a few minutes to catch my breath, get dressed, kiss her goodnight, and bolt. I figured tonight would be no different until I started to pull on my jeans, and Rebecca whispered, “Could you stay?”

  “What?”

  “Just for a little while ... until I fall asleep?”

  I knew right then that tonight was about more than Rebecca losing some patient. Something had happened—something awful enough that it left her feeling vulnerable, and that pissed me the hell off. “Yeah, I can do that.”

  “Thanks.”

  I lowered myself down on the bed, and the second I closed my eyes, I started thinking back to all the stories Menace had told me about Rebecca’s piece-of-shit ex-husband. I wondered if he had something to do with Bec’s bad night. I was tempted to ask her again if she wanted to talk about whatever was going on, but she’d already given me my answer.

  I lay there for several moments listening to the soothing sound of her breathing, and as it slowed, I knew she’d drifted off to sleep. I didn’t want to take a chance on waking her, so I remained perfectly still, hoping she’d get some much-needed rest.

  I hadn’t been lying there long when I felt a strange sensation as if someone was staring at me in the dark room. I eased one eye open and found the silhouette of a little girl standing at the edge of the bed.

  I blinked a couple of times, and with the faint light shining from the bathroom, I could see it was Bec’s daughter studying me with an odd expression on her face. “What is it, kid?”

  “You’re in Momma’s bed.”

  “Yeah, I am.”

  “Why are you in Momma’s bed?”

  “That’s a question for your momma.”

  “Oh.” She thought for a minute, then asked, “Does she know you’re in there with her?”

  “Yeah, kid. She knows I’m here.” I softly chuckled as I whispered, “I’m Thatch ... a friend of hers.”

  “Oh.”

  “There something ya need?”

  “I had a bad dream.”

  “Oh, I see.” I turned to Bec, and she was fast asleep just as I feared. I looked back over to the kid and asked, “You want a cup of warm milk or something?”

  “Warm milk?”

  “It’ll get rid of the bad dreams and help ya sleep.”

  “Okay.”

  Being careful not to wake Rebecca, I eased the covers back and grabbed my shirt from the floor. Once I’d pulled it on, I reached for the kid’s hand and led her down to the kitchen, then lifted her onto one of the kitchen counter stools. “You got a name?”

  “I’m Cat.”

  “Good to meet ya, Cat.”

  She never took her eyes off me as I searched for a small pot for the milk. After I’d found one, I grabbed the milk from the fridge, then poured some into the pan and placed it on the stove.

  As soon as I turned back to face the kid, her brows furrowed, and she asked, “Are you a good guy or a bad guy?”

  “Guess that depends on who you ask, but as far as you and your mom are concerned, I’m a good guy.”

  “You’ve got a big beard.”

  “Yeah, I do.”