Zak closed the door to his room, slid the lock home, then leaned back against the door.

“This room looks familiar,” she said as she turned around to face him, hands on her hips.

His woman had a bit of an attitude. He needed to adjust it for her and knew exactly how to do that.

“It’ll last longer this time. Promise.”

“I’m relieved,” she said, a little bit of sarcasm in her voice. Nothing he couldn’t let roll off him.

“Thought you would be.”

Her eyes dropped to the hard line of his cock in his jeans. “Did watching those two screwing on the couch do it for you?”

“Got me goin’, I’ll admit it. You?”

She only hesitated for a second before answering, “Maybe.”

“You wet?”

“Maybe.” No hesitation that time.

He smiled. Goddamn he loved her spunk. “Strip for me.”

She raised her brows. “There’s plenty of other women around here who are good at that.”

He shook his head. “Don’t want other women. Want you, babe. Strip for me.”

“Why, Zak? Why do you want me?”

“You do it for me.”

“How do I do it for you?”

She did it for him in so many ways. The reasons didn’t all have to do with her looks or curves, though that’s what caught his attention first. Her resistance to his charms was another. He didn’t want an easy, boring lay. He liked the chase. He wanted a feisty attitude, which she had in spades. Her owning her own business was a plus, too. Showed she had drive, smarts. And she wasn’t looking for a man to take care of her. She could do it on her own.

Though, now that would be unnecessary because he wanted to take care of her. Protect her. Crazy that this instinct of his had kicked in almost immediately. More like as soon as he realized he’d been mistaken on who she was a couple nights ago while she was in his bed.

He dropped his hand to his hard-on and rubbed it with his palm over his jeans. “They may have gotten me started, but it’s now all you, Sophie. This is all you.”

As she watched him slide his hand up and down his length, she licked her lips. Damn if he didn’t feel that all the way down to his balls.

“Strip for me, babe. Show me your moves.”

She whispered, “I don’t have any moves.”

“Oh yeah you do. Show me,” he encouraged just as softly, letting his gaze run over her from top to toe. The woman had curves that wouldn’t quit. Her breasts, her lips, her hips, and those thighs which would be wrapped around him shortly.

And her boots… Her wearing heeled knee-high boots was the cherry on top of the sundae. Or more like the icing on top of the cake.

Her eyes narrowed. “You going to spank me if I don’t strip for you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’m not stripping.”

Swallowing became difficult, his mouth suddenly arid like a desert. She wanted him to spank her.

Holy fuck.

She had just whined downstairs that she didn’t want that. What happened between there and here?

Maybe the alcohol was hitting her right about now.

“You want me to spank you?”

“Didn’t say that.”

“You don’t want me to spank you?”

“Didn’t say that, either.”

“Babe,” he said, his voice cracking. “C’mere.”

“No. You c’mere,” she repeated him.

Within a flash, he was dragging her sweater over her head, ripping her jeans down her thighs, dropping to his knees to unzip her boots, sliding them off, caressing her legs, her feet, as he slipped her jeans and panties down the rest of the way. He nipped her inner thigh, and she yelped, then giggled.

Giggled.

She wanted this as much as he did. Or she was now totally tanked. He hoped it was not the latter.

Fuck! She was a pain in his ass.

Why she couldn’t admit it and felt the need to fight it… Zak pushed that out of his head. Didn’t matter, he was getting it, she was getting it, and he was going to make sure it was good for both of them.

Like last night.

And the night before. When his life had reset and restarted. His luck had definitely changed the minute he spotted Sophie here, in his world.

As he perched on his knees at her feet, he looked up her body and she was staring back at him, her hair falling around her face, her eyes dark, heavy. She reached behind her as he watched, unclasped her bra and let it fall off her arms to the floor next to them.

Her scent permeated his nostrils. Hot, wet, wanting. He bit back a groan. When she cupped both of her breasts and squeezed them together, brushing her thumbs over her hard nipples, he couldn’t fight his reaction any longer.

“You like that?” she asked.

She was teasing him. Driving him mad, driving him to the edge. “Yes, babe. Show me more.”

She rolled both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, twisting and pulling. Her mouth dropped open and so did his when he released a ragged breath.

“Fuck, Sophie, fuck. I’ll never get tired of watchin’ you touch yourself.”

She released one nipple, dragging her hand over her sternum, down her belly. Over the small stripe of dark hair until she cupped her mound, slipping one finger between her folds.

He sat back on his heels to watch her. This was so much better than her stripping. So much better.

His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. He needed to rid himself of his own clothes, but he was afraid to move. Afraid to break this spell of hers. If she stopped what she was doing, he might shatter.

“Show me how wet you are, babe. Let me see.”

With two fingers, she separated herself and he focused on her pink, slick pussy. Wet for him. Wanting him.

But he needed to hear it from her lips. “That for me, babe?”

“Yes... No one but you.”

Her words caused his heart to squeeze, his cock to twitch. Fuck! He needed to get naked right now.

“I want your mouth on me, your beard scraping my thighs.”

“Now or after your spankin’?”

She hesitated, her eyes getting darker every second she considered what she wanted.

He couldn’t wait for her to answer. He pushed to his feet, dropped his cut from his shoulders, tossing it on the nearby chair, then unbuckled and yanked off his boots, throwing them to the side with a thump.

Zak’s eyes caught movement. Sophie was backing toward the bed, her eyes pinned to his. “Stay where you are.” She froze and tilted her head in question.

He ripped the Henley over his head and flung it wide, then peeled his jeans and boxers off his legs. When he straightened, he was pleased to see she listened, which made him even harder.

He moved past her to sit on the edge of the bed. “Babe,” he held out a hand. “On my lap.”

She came over, her tits peeking from between her long mane of hair and he couldn’t wait to suck one of those peaked nipples into his mouth. As she began to straddle him like Goldie did Jag, he stopped her.

“No, babe. Not like that. Lay across my lap.”

She hesitated, meeting his eyes for a moment, before settling over his lap, offering her sweet, sweet ass.

“You sore?”

She nodded, her face in the mattress. “A little.”

His cock jerked at not only from having her draped over him, but the memory of sinking deep into her virgin ass last night. Unfortunately, that would not be repeated tonight. Fortunately, he had a large supply of wraps in his room to sink into her warm, slick pussy instead.

He trailed his fingers down the crease of her spine, marveling at her perfect, ivory skin. Her ass wouldn’t be pale for long.

Skimming his fingers along her ass cheeks, he tapped each one lightly, then bent over and kissed them. One, then the other.

He smacked each one again, a little harder this time. She didn’t move. Not a shift, a flinch, nothing.

He swept his hands over the curves of her cheeks and down her thighs to the back of her knees and back up.

He smacked each cheek again, making sure it stung a little. This time she jerked on his lap, which didn’t help his situation of being ready to blow, but she remained quiet.

“Bein’ inside you last night, babe... Loved how tight, how hot you were around me. But watchin’ your ass become pink right now… Damn. Tonight might be a toss-up with last night whether this is my best night yet since my release.”

When his hand came down again, he cracked her right cheek hard, causing her to yelp and jerk against him.

“Like that?”

“Yes... Harder.”

Holy fuck. His girl liked to be spanked. How lucky could he be? “Sure?”

“Yes! Harder!”

He smiled at her enthusiasm before putting a little weight behind the smack to her left cheek. She cried out again, but this time didn’t move.

“Again,” she said, her voice muffled in the fleece blanket covering the bed.

“Damn,” he whispered, watching her ivory skin turn pink and red.

He moved back to the right, giving it his all, making sure this one stung, too. A lot.

She squealed and her hips shot up.

But as they dropped back down, he decided he couldn’t take anymore. Not one more second. He needed to be buried deep inside her. But what she said next stopped him cold.

“Smack me there.”

There.

“Where,” he breathed, wanting to make sure he understood what she asked.

“There,” she moaned, opening her thighs. “Not so hard, though. Just enough to make me feel it.”

“You’re killin’ me, babe.”

“Do it, Zak. Smack me there.”

He tapped her labia lightly with his fingers, avoiding his palm, being careful. When she groaned into the blanket and ground her hips against his lap, he did it again. Harder.

She released a curse.

“More?”

“Yes. Yes. Do it again.”

“Sophie.”

“Do it!”

His brows shot up his forehead and when he did it again, she squirmed in his lap. Precum beaded at the tip of his cock and his balls tightened.

Fuck.

He had no idea two nights ago when he grabbed his little baker and carried her upstairs that it would lead to this. Lead to something he would never get enough of.

Which was her.

He would never get enough of her.

“Again,” she begged.

No. No. He couldn’t take anymore. He drew a finger between her folds. She was soaked.

As much as he wanted to taste her arousal on his tongue once again, he knew he was at his limit. Her rosy ass cheeks, her flushed, swollen pussy lips. He just couldn’t…

He hooked her under her arms and, with a twist, threw her onto her back. He came up on hands and knees over the top of her, his arms and legs caging her in. Her mouth was parted, her lower lip swollen as if she’d been biting it.

He dipped his head and stroked it with the tip of his tongue, then pulled away long enough to rip the nightstand drawer open, pulling out a wrap.

He tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on quickly, his cock twitching in his own hand.

“Bend your knees and spread ‘em, babe.”

As soon as she did, he settled between her sweet, luscious thighs. With one thrust, he took her fully, filling her. His eyelids dropped low at how hot and tight she felt as she squeezed around him, her body trying to pull him deeper.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He needed to hold himself together. He needed to make this last. Not like two nights ago.

He wanted to savor this feeling for a while. To enjoy their connection.

But when she moaned his name, he lost his mind, pumping furiously into her. Her calves wrapped around him, her heels dug into his ass, her arms lassoed his neck, pulling him closer.

“Zak, fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck… me.”

His nostrils flared, and he swallowed hard. Her eyes were closed, but he needed to see her. He needed her to see him.

Him.

He wanted to make sure she knew it was him deep inside her. Not anyone else.

“Sophie,” he struggled to get out.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“You see me, babe?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Who am I?”

She hesitated and he watched as confusion clouded her face. “What?”

“Who’s deep inside you? Makin’ you feel this way?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “You.”

“Yeah, me. Who am I?”

“Zak… You’re Zak.”

“Yes, babe. I’m Zak.”

“I know.”

He tilted his hips, taking longer, slower strokes, grinding against her each time he hit the end of her. “Just wanted you to realize who’s inside you.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.”

Zak’s hips jerked, and he chuckled. “You got it, babe.”

He shifted until he had her knees pinned to her chest with his. Then he slammed her until her hips bucked wildly underneath him.

The harder he fucked her, the louder she got. He wouldn’t be surprised if they heard her wailing all the way downstairs and over the music, too. But he wasn’t going to stop her. No way.

Best. Sound. Ever.

He curled his body over her until he could shove his face into her neck, inhaled her scent as she squeezed and pulsed around him.

“That’s it, babe,” he murmured against her neck. “Give it to me. Give me everything. Fuck, gonna lose it soon.”

He sank his teeth into her neck and she arched it back, crying out. “Zak, I’m coming.”

Sweetest sentence he ever heard in his life. And it was coming from his babe’s mouth. “That’s it... squeeze me tight,” Zak said against her ear. “Christ, you’re so fuckin’ wet.”

When the ripples started around him, clenching and releasing his cock, his balls squeezed and he let go inside her with a grunt.

After a moment, he dropped lower, still trying to keep his weight off her. But he didn’t want to, he wanted to cover her, wrap her around him tighter, feel her damp skin against his.

He pressed his forehead to hers, trying to steady his breath.

“Baby,” she said with a satisfied sigh, her eyes closed.

He stilled and sucked in a breath. “Babe, look at me.” She opened her eyes, meeting his. “You just call me baby?”

“No.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“You imagined it.”

“No way.”

“Yes.”

He tipped his chin. “Babe.”

“Yes, baby?” she teased softly.

He smiled, then slid out of her to fall to her side, gathering her close. “Yeah,” he breathed, satisfied with her response.

A moment later, he rolled away from her with a groan. “Let me get rid of this. Don’t move.”

He didn't have to worry about that, there was no chance of her moving. He’d pounded all the bones right out of her body. Sophie’s eyes tracked the way his muscles moved under his heavily tattooed skin as he walked to the tiny bathroom attached to the room. She wondered how many of the other rooms had a private bathroom like this.

Then, she wondered whose ass was nicer, his or Diesel’s? She let out a little snort at her pervy thought. She rolled onto her side, facing the direction he went, and propped her head on her hand while she waited.

When he came back out sans condom, she couldn’t pull her eyes from his lean, cut body. The man did not let himself go while in prison, no, he didn’t. She opened her arms when he got closer and he climbed onto the bed right into them, pulling her tight against him.

A little sex and she’d totally lost her damn mind. Never in her life did she think she’d be cuddling with some tattooed, ex-con, badass biker. Even if he was a sexy one. In fact, her friends and family back home would probably want to commit her if they knew.

But they’d never know. She’d make sure of it. She’d enjoy a few hookups with him, then get back to concentrating on building her business, making it a success. He’d probably get bored soon anyway, move on to his next conquest. There were plenty to choose from downstairs, and she was sure there were more who would jump at the chance at being a part of a club of all alpha men.

While she appreciated an alpha male, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to be stuck dealing with one on a daily basis. They were too bossy, too controlling, too possessive. Too everything.

Though, she had to admit, some of his bossiness turned her on. Some. Not all. Some frustrated her, too.

She tended to be the domineering one in her past relationships. Which usually didn’t bode well for said relationships. So, she could appreciate a man who would stand up to her, give it back to her as good as she gave it. She didn’t have any respect for a man who acted like a whipped dog, but still—

“Babe.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re squeezin’ the shit out of my arm. Everythin’ okay?”

She tried to focus on his face which was just inches away. She softened her grip on his bicep, slid her hand down his arm, and as soon as she got close to his, he intertwined their fingers together. He lifted their clasped hands to his lips, kissing each of her fingers. That’s when she realized he was missing something most of his “brothers” wore.

Jewelry. Lots of silver. Turquoise. Brass. Chunky rings on almost every finger. Earrings in one or both ears. Medallions and pendants hanging on chains and cords. He had nothing adorning him except his tattoos.

Which was perfectly fine with her. She was never into men who wore jewelry, even badass stuff. Not that she ever had a bona fide badass before.

The man studying her with the beautiful blue eyes was her very first.

“No rings. No necklace. Nothing. Why don’t you wear them?”

“Used to. Had to take them off when I went inside. Just haven’t pulled them back outta storage. Most my shit’s at Ace’s farm. Haven’t had a chance to get out there. Only got out a couple days ago, remember?”

How could I forget?

“But you normally wear that type of stuff?”

He shrugged. “Yeah. Why?”

“Nothing.”

“Ain’t nothin’, babe. You don’t like it?”

It was her turn to shrug.

“Don’t matter to me, either way, Soph. You don’t like it, won’t wear it.”

“Really?” He’d change one of his biker ways for her? No.

“Just one ring that’s important to me, anyhow.”

“Please don’t tell me it’s a wedding ring and you’re married.” Jesus. That never even crossed her mind.

He laughed and dragged a finger along the hair falling across her face, tucking it behind her ear. “No. Got no ol’ lady. Well, I’m wrong. Now I do.”

“If you’re talking about me, I’ll have you know, I’m not an old lady. I’m only thirty-three.”

He feigned shock. “You’re thirty-three?”

“Yeah.”

“Damn, you’re old.” She shoved him and he chuckled. “You’re older than me.”

She stilled and her eyes shot to his. “What?”

“Yeah. Got me beat by a year.”

Her breath returned. “Oh. A year isn’t much.”

“Cougar.”

“What?” She laughed. “No.”

“Yeah. That’ll be your biker bitch name,” he teased. “Cougar.” He did a bad impression of a growling cougar.

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Biker bitch. Never.”

“Yeah. My ol’ lady.” He pointed a finger at her. “You.” Then he pointed the finger at his own bare chest. “Mine.”

Grunt. Grunt. Chest Pound.

“You don’t own me.”

“The day you wear my cut, I do.”

“I have no idea what a cut is.”

“My colors.”

She shrugged, still confused.

“The leather thingy with the patches I wear over my shirts.”

“That grungy vest is called a cut?”

“Not grungy.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“It’s not,” he insisted.

Sophie snorted. “Stinks, too.”

“You sayin’ I stink?”

“That dead cowhide with those dirty, grimy pieces of cloth stuck to it does, yes.”

Zak tangled his legs with hers, quickly flipping her over onto her back. He rolled his weight over her to pin her to the bed. He stared down at her. “So, you want me to wear it every time I’m fuckin’ you. That what you’re sayin’?”

“Every time? You think there’s going to be a next time?” Her voice lifted at the end until almost a squeak.

“Sure of it. This is the third. There’ll be a fourth. Maybe in a few minutes.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“So freaking cocky.”

“Yep.”

“Okay, so why is this one ring important to you?”

“It was my granddad’s.”

“One of the bikers who started this club.”

“Yeah. How’d you know that?”

“Bella.”

“Bella’s breakin’ you in.” He sounded way too satisfied with that fact.

“I doubt that’s why she told me. I was curious about the club.”

“You can ask me anything. Just don’t always expect an answer. Won’t tell you club business.”

“Why not?”

“Babe,” he simply said as if that should answer it all.

“Because I’m a woman?”

“The way it is.”

“I can’t understand why the women all put up with it.”

Zak lifted his shoulders. “We give good dick.”

Sophie’s breath stuck in her throat for a moment. Then it rushed out of her when she laughed. “What?”

“Yeah.”

She shook her head, a tear popping out with how stupidly funny that statement was. “You all give good dick, so that’s why they stick around and deal with your archaic ways?”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit,” she murmured. “Seriously. That’s hilarious.”

“But true.”

“Sure it is. You want me to test it out?”

“Fuck no. You don’t touch any other brother down there. An’ they know better than to touch you.”

“Is that so?”

His jaw got tight and his eyes hard. “Yes, Sophie, that’s so. You don’t fuck around with another brother’s woman. Not if you wanna live.”

“Loyalty’s important then.”

He didn’t answer, instead he dropped back to her side and threw an arm over his head, staring at the ceiling. “We do things differently. Our own rules. Our own justice.”

“Apparently.”

“Don’t fuck with another brother, Sophie. I’m tellin’ you now. Won’t be good for you. Won’t be good for the brother.”

His voice sounded hard, serious. And she realized just how serious since he was using her actual name instead of his normal easy-going “babe.”

He turned his head and pegged her with his gaze. “Got me?”

She sighed. “Believe me, there’s no chance I’m sleeping with anyone downstairs. I shouldn’t even be sleeping with you.”

His eyes softened a little. “We haven’t slept yet.”

She whacked his arm. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, babe, I do.”

Back to “babe.” Her relief at that disturbed her.

“Bella tell you my dad and brother are cops?”

Sophie pushed up onto her elbow and stared into his face. His eyes flicked to her then back to the ceiling.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he answered on a sigh.

Well, that was a twist she didn’t expect. And he didn’t seem too happy about it. But then, she was sure the feeling was mutual. She wondered what it would be like to be on one side of the law while your son was on the other. Had to be tough, maybe eat at you.

“Well, that’s… Tell me how you became a biker then. What made you choose this way of life?”

“Family.”

“What do you mean? You just said your family aren’t bikers. They’re cops, which are far from bikers. Different end of the spectrum.”

“Not that far. My granddad, Bear, was a Vietnam vet. Came out of the war in the early seventies and started this club with a soldier buddy named Doc, Ace’s dad. So, it’s in my blood. It’s in my father’s blood. My brother’s, too.”

“But they resisted.”

“Not entirely. They belong to an MC, too.”

She shook her head. “How can that be?”

“They both belong to the Blue Avengers. A cops’ MC.”

“Cops have a biker club?” She was having a hard time wrapping her brain around that new piece of information.

“Yeah. Not uncommon.”

“I never knew that.”

“Have to remember, babe, cops are part of a brotherhood. An MC is a brotherhood. Goes hand in hand.”

“Guess they’re not outlaw bikers, but in-law bikers.” She snorted. Though Zak didn’t laugh. Whatever. She thought it was funny and clever.

“Mitch, my dad, wanted to keep free of the outlaw life. Especially after his pop got killed. My uncle Rocky embraced it. Also wanted revenge. But now he’s doing life inside because of it. So is Doc.”

“That’s not a way to live.”

“No, it’s not. That’s why my generation of brothers, which includes my cousins, have worked hard to pull us outta that life. Make it legit. Can’t afford to lose any more of us to the concrete box above ground or the one below ground. Just gotta keep Pierce on board.”

“Pierce,” she echoed.

“Prez.”

“I remember. Why wouldn’t he be on board?”

“Prefers the old ways.”

“Murder and mayhem?”

“Somethin’ like that. Eye for an eye. Retribution. Revenge. Reckonings.”

“They never did anything about you being set up yet, though, right?”

“Didn’t say that.”

“So, they did?”

“Didn’t say that.”

“If they didn’t, will they?”

“Club business, babe. Not for your ears.”

“Yes, because I’m a silly woman.”

“Didn’t say that, either.”

Sophie blew out a noisy breath and flopped to her back, deciding the ceiling must be interesting to stare at, since he was staring at it so hard.

As she studied the stained drop ceiling over the bed, a thought rushed her. One of the local cops stops in the shop on a regular basis ever since she opened its doors.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“Axel.” His eyes narrowed. “Why?”

Oh.

No.

“Nothing. Such a unique name. You said he’s a cop, right?”

Gah. She was stumbling over her words. And Zak didn’t miss anything.

“Babe, just had that conversation.”

“I know, I’m just trying to wrap my head around it.”

She didn’t want to tell him that his cop brother was a regular at the shop. Didn’t want to? Hell, she wasn’t going to.

“And how’s your relationship?”

“Non-existent.”

Not. Good.

She had a suspicion that Axel stopped in because he was interested. But she wasn’t telling Zak that. It could be he was just being friendly. He certainly was nice to look at. She rolled to her side, studying Zak’s face. Why hadn’t she noticed the similarity?

Maybe because Axel’s hair was cut super short and more military-like, while Zak’s was on the longer side. And the beard… Had to be the beard, too. But the blue eyes. Yes, she could see the resemblance.

He always came in for her red velvet cupcakes with the cream cheese icing. He’d only buy one because he said he needed to stay in shape. And even under that uniform with his Kevlar vest and his duty belt, she could see he was fit. And hot. Can’t forget that part.

Plus, she got the joy of watching him eat it. Lick the icing from the top in a way that made her squirm.

Fuck.

She had actually hoped he’d ask her out on a date. Especially after she noticed he didn’t wear a wedding ring. In fact, she made sure to keep red velvet cupcakes in the display case every day.

That was Zak’s brother.

Shit. Guess that date was out of the question now.

Because that would be just weird.

Wouldn’t it?

Crap.

She should have been more forward with him. Asked him out for a date. Because maybe if she had been dating Axel, this may not have happened.

Though, Zak hadn’t asked any questions before hauling her ass upstairs two nights ago. If she had been dating Axel, it might have put a bigger rift in their relationship after his brother fucked the woman he was dating. It might have been a little worse than a rift. It might have turned into a war.

And she would have been the cause of it.

Apparently, the brothers had similar tastes.

“What are you thinkin’ about?”

Shit. Uh… “Round two.”

A smile spread over Zak’s face, his eyes darkened, and his expression looked hungry. He rolled over her, pinning her wrists above her head. “Can do, babe. Top or bottom?”