It was just barely past nightfall, and yet the two lovers were already in bed. This time Natasha had not meant to do it, but for the past two days it seemed as though it was the only thing she was doing. Every time he would leave, she would swear that she would take the time to think about everything and really commit to making a decision, but soon enough, Griffin would return with a six-pack of beer, or a sack of tacos, and they would end up falling into bed over and over again. She liked to think that it was because her life was in danger, perhaps that was the best aphrodisiac.

 

What a whirlwind the past few days had been, only last week Natasha Morrison was a normal college student, only a few credits away from graduating. Now, after learning about the tragic and untimely death of her father Emanuel, who just so happened to be the president of the Lost Disciples Motorcycle Club, she didn’t know if her life would ever be normal again. Growing up, she did not really know what her father had done, or what being in the Disciples entailed, but now that he had been murdered by their rival club, the Los Diablos, she was starting to have an idea. Natasha had been devastated to hear about the loss of her father, but she thought she would have been able to move on, that is until someone attacked her at her own father’s funeral.

 

She was lucky enough to meet Griffin, the brooding and sexy vice president of her father’s club. At first, he had been infuriating, and she tried to fight her attraction to him as hard as she could—mostly because she did not want to see the look of satisfaction on his face if she gave in. Unfortunately, as the hours passed and as he was charged with her protection, she realized that she could not fight it anymore. They had consummated a terrible lust right underneath an overpass on the highway. It had probably been one of the most erotic moments of Natasha’s life, and although they had kept it up, Natasha still blushed thinking about the very first time. It was hard not to, given the circumstances.

 

Of course, sleeping with Griffin came with so much more baggage than she had originally anticipated. She clearly had not been thinking when she first slept with him, but what about the second time? The third time? She could not seem to stay away from him, and with good reason. He had piercing, blue eyes and dark hair, and his entire body rippled with taut muscles. She had been stricken by him from the moment they locked eyes at her father’s funeral, but he was a Disciple just like her father had been, and to make matters worse, he wanted her to become a Disciple, as well.

 

Then there was the fact that it seemed as though the Los Diablos desperately wanted her dead. That also put a damper on things. Yet, there was something about the danger of it all that turned out to be a great aphrodisiac, and it seemed as though she could not stop jumping into bed with him at any given opportunity. He was like an addiction.

 

Yes, Griffin is an addiction, and I’m definitely in the middle of getting my fix, she thought.

 

Natasha let out a moan that sounded almost like a shudder, as she felt Griffin move within her. There was something so incredibly perfect about the way they fit together, something that made it nearly impossible for her to get away from him even though she knew that it was probably the best thing for her to do. With a sigh she moved him, rolling him onto his back so she could straddled him and take the control for a while. Griffin had a hard time relinquishing control, but Natasha kind of liked that struggle.

 

Poised above him, she looked down at his face as she teased the head of his cock. Watching him close his eyes and groan as though she was torturing him was an incredible feeling. It was powerful and completely sexy. His hands moved up to grip at her hips, bringing her down and allowing him to slip inside of her. She moaned as she felt the length of him and began to move.

 

“It feels so good,” she murmured to him.

 

“I know, baby,” he replied, his hands stroking her hipbones.

 

Of course, Griffin’s triumphant grin at the foiling of her plan to tease annoyed her in a distant way, but she could not help how delicious it felt. His hands slid up from her hips to her breasts, playing with her nipples and bringing them hard and stiff under his fingertips. God, it feels so good. I could do this forever, she thought.

 

As she slowly and sensually moved on top of him, one of his hands moved down to play with the hard nub of flesh between her legs; his other hand moved from her breast up to the back of her neck, bringing her down—hard and rough—for a kiss.

 

It was almost too easy, and the climax hit her hard. Waves of pleasure convulsed through her body as the moan she let out was muffled by his lips on hers. She shuddered against him, almost collapsing, and he used that moment to roll her on her back, reclaiming the control.

 

“You are so easy to take,” he whispered to her, as he waited for the final tremors of her orgasm to finish. Once they were done, he began to move inside of her again. She moaned appreciatively, not missing a beat, and wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could go deeper.

 

“You make it so easy for me to be taken,” she murmured back, her head against the pillow, staring directly into his gas flame blue eyes. “Although it is fun to tease.”

 

“You are a tease,” he said, as he moved a little harder. She made a little squeal of delight as he did so. He leaned down to kiss at her neck, as her head moved back. “What should I do about that?”

 

Her amber eyes blazed with lust, as a naughty smile touched her lips. Running her tongue across her teeth, she looked him dead in the eyes. “Whatever you want.”

 

“Are you sure you are ready for that?”

 

Natasha laughed. “I am ready for anything, baby.”

 

With one swift movement, he withdrew from her and rolled her onto her stomach. For a moment, she lay there, confused, until she felt him pull her hips up so her ass was sticking out. With a steady and sure hand, he gave her a few light taps. Shock and excitement ripped through her. Natasha was no stranger to having things a little on the rough side, and when he withdrew his hand, she felt herself leaning towards him even more.

 

“Come on, baby,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “You can do better than that.”

 

Griffin drew back his hand and landed a harder smack; Natasha closed her eyes and moaned. He continued like this for a little bit, spanking her while she wriggled with pleasure. Natasha could feel the desire growing in her more and more until she rolled on her back and looked up at him. His eyes were blazing, his teeth were gritted with want, and she had never seen him so hard.

 

“Come here,” she said.

 

He was on her before she even finished her sentence, guiding himself inside of her and moving with an intensity that she had never seen before. He pounded into her, and she ate it up, feeling the slickness growing between her thighs.

 

“I think I am going to come,” he whispered to her.

 

“Do it,” she replied.

 

He drew back a little bit and shook his head slightly. “I want you to, as well,” he said.

 

Then his fingers were on her clit again, as he moved slowly and surely. Natasha leaned her head back and felt the pleasure build inside of her once more. He watched her face, waiting for the moment when she would explode again in ecstasy. The moment came brilliantly. Natasha saw the stars burst behind her eyes, and Griffin took the moment to bury himself in her collarbone and go harder and harder until another familiar strangled cry came from him.

 

He collapsed on top of her, and without thinking, she automatically wrapped her arms around him. In spite of all of her misgivings, it still felt right to have him there, by her side, and yet she knew she was not fully ready to declare herself entirely his.

 

As they lay together, their sweat cooling on their skin, reality began to nudge its way back into her mind. Her father had still been murdered by a rival club; this rival club still wanted her dead; and of course, this incredibly dangerous, sexy man wanted her to declare herself part of the Lost Disciples—and through extension, exclusively his.

 

It was not as though Natasha did not have strong feelings for Griffin; he carried a deliciously magnetic pull from which she could not seem to get away. She knew more than most what becoming Griffin’s “Old Lady” would entail; she had seen that exact thing rip apart her family so many years ago. Could she really do that to herself all over again?

 

With a tender slowness, Griffin withdrew from her and rolled onto his side, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her towards him. She melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth of him, how solid he was. This was an embrace that would protect her from danger, and yet, the pit in her stomach grew.

 

“You know I am willing to help,” she said. He snapped out of his post-coital dozing and looked to her.

 

“Help?”

 

“You know, with everything, the Disciples, going up against the Los Diablos…”

 

“So you are in?” His eyes glittered with surprise and even more want. Natasha shook her head slightly.

 

“No. Right now I will help, but I can’t be in yet.”

 

If he was disappointed, he did not show it. Natasha was actually impressed to see that, knowing that it probably went against everything he was told about locking down a woman. She watched him gather his thoughts before coming up with what to say next.

 

“You can’t really help unless you are fully in,” he warned her. She bit back her immediate desire to come to her own defense, instead taking her own time to gather her thoughts.

 

“Of course I can,” she said reasonably. “You can loop me in without adding me to the club.”

 

“I do not know how the others would like that.”

 

“Who cares? What kind of badass biker are you if you always do what you are told?”

 

A spark of mischief lit in his eyes, and she knew that she had hit on something. She watched him tease the thought of it all in his mind, before he finally cut his eyes at her and smiled.

 

“You think you’re smart, don’t you?”

 

“I don’t think, I know.”

 

He laughed, but it was not dismissive. Natasha liked that about him; they may butt heads from time to time, but she never felt as though he was dismissing her in any way. That was more than she could say for the boys from her past; she guessed that’s what happened when it came to seeing a man.

 

And yet why her hesitation? She could be his completely if she just said the word. It was supposed to be simple, was not it?

 

He rolled away from her and moved to grab his boxers that were strewn somewhere on the floor. Natasha did not like the idea that he was not going to spend the night, but she could hardly ask him where he was going, right? She was not clingy like most girls, but the idea of him leaving made her feel sorrier than she expected to.

 

With his jeans on, he turned to see her facial expression and grinned.

 

“You are not going to miss me already, are you?”

 

She snorted. “Hardly.”

 

“Good, because I’ll be back soon.”

 

He leaned over to kiss her, and she could not stop the question from tumbling out of her mouth. “Where are you going?”

 

For a second she did not think that he was going to answer, and then she thought that the answer was probably going to be something terrible—“Out to meet up with my other girl” perhaps—and the thought of it flooded her with an ugly sort of jealousy. Gathering her strength, she dismissed it; it did not become her.

 

“I am headed to a meeting with the Disciples,” he said, as he threw his shirt on. “We are going to discuss what happened to Manny—I mean, your dad—and then come up with a plan.”

 

Natasha narrowed her eyes. “What kind of plan?”

 

He shot her a look that clearly expressed that not only was she fully aware of what kind of plan, but also that he did not want to say it out loud and confirm everything she was thinking. They had a tense stare-off for a minute or two before he conceded. “What they did to Emanuel, killing him and then attacking his funeral…we can’t let that stand. You know that, right?”

 

She did know that. She knew he was going to say that, and yet, she still wished that it was not true. Pulling the sheets up to cover her naked body, she thought about anything she could possibly say that could be helpful in the situation—but came up with nothing. Instead, she just gave a little shrug.

 

“Have a good time, I suppose.”

 

He looked at her as though she had decided to spontaneously speak French. “It is kind of hard to have a good time when you are planning revenge.”

 

His deadpan delivery made her smile a little bit. “Well, at least try.”

 

He grinned and crawled over the bed to give her a kiss good-bye. She grabbed him by the back of the head to keep him there longer, feeling the heat of him, remembering the passion they had just shared. His tongue probed between her lips and brushed against hers, and she had to push him away to stop herself from taking it all further again.

 

“Be careful,” she said, and she meant it.

 

“I always am,” he replied.

 

He gave her one final quick kiss good-bye and left her side, heading to the door and walking out into the night. She shivered even though she was not cold and pulled the blanket up over her body.

 

Natasha Morrison, she thought with wonder, what have you gotten yourself into?