Locking Danielle’s door, I spin around and look at Lane. I want him to come to my house. I just want to get to know him on a deeper level.

I clear my throat. “So what do you say about bingeing on some movies tonight? Unless you need to go home to your daughter?”

He smiles and touches my jaw. “I have a babysitter for the night. She was asleep when I left.”

“Let’s go then.”

Butterflies swarm my belly, and my body is shaking with nerves.

* * *

We arrive at my house, and if I thought I had nerves before, it was nothing compared to seeing him standing next to my car door. I turn off the car, grab my purse off the seat, and climb out. I pull my hair over my shoulder and peek up at him, and I notice immediately that he is studying me closely.

Oh boy.

I unlock the front door and step inside. “I am going to go change into some sweats. I will be back in a second.” I practically run to my room.

I shut the door and lean against it, my heart pounding. My stomach feels like an endless pit. I let out a deep breath and walk across the room to my closet. I reach into the basket, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt.

“You got this, Amelia,” I whisper to myself. I shake my hands and take my hair tie off my wrist, and I twist my hair around into a bun at the top of my head.

Okay, okay, let’s do this.

I open my bedroom door and see Lane sitting down with his leather vest on the back of the couch. Lane looks me up and down.

“Could you get any cuter, Doll?”

I grin at him when I hear “doll.” I love that he calls me something besides “Baby.” I grab the remote off the coffee table and sit down beside him.

“Get your ass over here.” He lifts his arm.

I blush and smile down at my lap. He is such a sweetheart. I lean over, laying my hand on his chest.

Heaven, this is literally pure heaven. His smell, his warmth, and just everything is perfect. It just feels right.

I close my eyes and snuggle deeper into his chest, my fingers digging into his shirt. “You’re comfy.”

His chest moves as he laughs, and I tilt my head back to look at him. He doesn’t hesitate to press his lips to mine. I sigh and scoot farther up the couch to get closer to him. His kiss is soft, gentle, sweet.

His hand moves down to my ass, lifting me up until I am in his lap. I maneuver myself until I am straddling him. My hands go to his jaw, and I kiss him harder.

Would it be wrong of me to give in and let him have me? I never have sex on the second date, but I want him.

His mouth drifts from my lips to the side of my throat. I tilt my head to the side and grip his shoulders slightly. His hand moves from my ass and under my shirt, and I shiver at the feel of his hand drifting along my skin.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” I ask before I can think on it another second. To hell with what I would normally do.

Lane stops his movements and pulls back to look me directly in the face. “You sure you want this?” he asks and I immediately nod.

“I want you,” I whisper and his expression softens.

“Then you have me.”

My stomach flips at his words, and he stands up with me in his arms. His hands are on my ass cheeks as I am carried to my bedroom. With every footstep it feels like my heart is pounding harder and harder.

The bedroom door creaks open. He walks across the room, and I am gently set on the bed. He moves over to the side of the bed and turns on the dim nightstand light.

Dear goodness gracious, I feel like I am going to throw up! I haven’t been with anyone in years. Practically a born-again virgin.

“You know you don’t have to?” he says.

I shake my head. “I want to. It’s just been a long time, like over five years.”

His expression darkens, and I swallow. He grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head.

“Hot damn!” I yell and I clutch my chest at the sight of his body. Holy fuck, his abs, arms, chest? Everything is perfect.

He laughs and grabs my feet, pulling me flat on the bed. I squeal with laughter and sit back up, and I pull my shirt over my head. I wiggle out of my sweats, throwing them on the floor.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Doll.” He climbs on the bed with me, and I scoot farther up the bed.

He cocks his head to the side. “I love a chase.”

Oh boy.

He moves closer and I scoot back again, laughing. Suddenly, his hand shoots out and grabs my legs, not letting me move again.

He bends forward and I lie back until my head hits the pillow. He stops when we are only an inch apart from each other. “Trapped,” he whispers and his lips touch mine.

Oh boy, I repeat in my mind, and I run my hand up his bare back, his muscles bulging. His lips are so soft and amazing. His body is radiating heat, and that makes my body ten times hotter, and it has already been set on fire.

I need to feel him closer. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he takes the cue to grind his dick into me. Fuck me sideways, he is huge! Like way bigger than I have ever seen before.

His lips move down my neck and my head falls to the side, my eyes closed, enjoying myself. His hand moves behind my back, unsnapping my bra. He pulls the bra down my arms and throws it on the floor. I watch his face as he takes me in.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers and my face flushes.

He moves on down my body and kisses between my breasts. My body jolts at the sudden touch, butterflies swarm my belly, and I resist the urge to grab my stomach.

He lifts his head, and I close my eyes as his mouth moves over my nipple. I hiss the moment his mouth closes over the nipple. He sucks hard and I rake my nails down his back. It’s like electricity is going down to my pussy.

He chuckles at my reaction; his tongue shoots out, teasing the tip. I laugh and pull his hair slightly.

He moves down my body, his tongue shooting out as he drags it down my stomach. He stops when he is right above my pussy.

“What are you…” I stop before I can finish what I was saying. He licks my pussy through my panties. “Oh fuck,” I hiss, rising to look at him. He winks and wraps his hand around the waistband of my panties. Then he rips my panties off my body.

He brings his arms over my legs, locking them in place, with me completely open and bare. He lowers his head and sucks my clit into his mouth instantly.

“Oh my god!” I cry out and my body jerks at the sudden shock. I bring my hand down, resting on the back of his head, moving with his motions as he works my body.

He kisses, sucks, and licks over and over. His two fingers join the mix and enter my pussy, throwing me over the edge as he curls those two fingers, hitting that spot.

“Lane.” I groan and my legs shake and my body convulses as my orgasm rocks my body.

He gets off the bed and strips down to nothing. His dick is huge, and what I mean by “huge” is at least nine inches and thick. This is going to hurt like a bitch.

He rolls on the condom, and I shudder again as he strokes himself. He crawls back on the bed and between my legs. His eyes search my face, looking for any uncertainty.

“You sure, Doll?”

I nod and bring my legs up around his waist. I press my hands to his face gently, my thumb stroking the scar on his cheekbone.

“I have never been so sure of anything,” I whisper and his face changes with realization as he gets my double meaning. He grins and bends down, pressing his lips to mine.

He breaks his lips from mine and looks me dead in the eye, and I feel his tip pressing at my entrance.

I relax my body, and I feel his hand at my clit. He rubs the sensitive nub and I groan. He presses deeper and deeper into my body. “You are mine,” he whispers and enters me all the way.

Fuck me, it’s a tight fit. His arms are shaking as he restrains himself from moving. “I’m good.” I rub his face and kiss him.

He slides out and slowly glides back in.

God, that feels amazing. He reaches a part of me that nobody has ever reached before. I tighten my inner muscles and he groans loudly, tucking his face into the side of my neck.

“Do that again and I won’t be able to control myself,” he groans and I laugh.

“Who said I want you to control yourself.”

“You asked for it, Doll,” he says against my neck before he rises. He sits back on his knees and his hands grab mine, raising them above my head, pressing them into the bed. He leans forward.

He grins and slides back out then back in, hard, his hips slamming against mine.

He does this over and over.

Faster and faster.

“Fuck!” I cry out and hold on for dear life as he hammers into me.

My legs are shaking beyond control. I let them fall to the bed, and my pussy clamps down hard on him.

Which drives him fucking wild and makes him go faster.

My toes curl into the bed, and my body stiffens as I get closer and closer to the edge. “I can’t hold it anymore.”

One of his hands leaves mine and snakes between our bodies, his thumb circles my clit, and I am thrown over the edge. I hide my face in the side of his neck as my body is wracked over and over.

A few seconds later he comes along with me.

We are both silent as we try to catch our breaths. He slowly slides out of me, takes off the condom, and throws it in the trash can beside the bed.

He slides off the bed and my heart sinks. Is he leaving? But my question is soon answered as he goes into the bathroom. I hear the water running, and he pops back out a second later with a washcloth in his hand. What is he doing?

He stands beside me on the bed and pulls my legs apart. He brings the washcloth between my legs, cleaning me.

What the fuck? I close my eyes and try to hold back my tears.

He steps away, and I hear the rag hitting the laundry basket in the bathroom. Why is he so nice to me? He treats me like I am something precious. I have always wanted that, but did I ever think it would really happen?

No, I didn’t.

I feel the bed shift and I turn in his direction. I open my eyes and he stiffens as he sees my tears.

“Baby,” he whispers and a horrified expression comes over his face. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head frantically. “No, it’s not that. I loved every second of earlier.”

He brings his hand up and wipes away my tears, which makes more fall. “Then what’s the matter?”

I sniff slightly and wipe away the rest of my tears with the back of my hand. “Why are you so good to me?” I finally ask.

I am rolled over onto my back with him above me. “Doll, why wouldn’t I treat you good? You’re my woman and deserve to be treated like a fucking queen. You are my queen. You are with the fucking president of the Grim Sinners MC. You are to be treated with the most respect imaginable.”

Oh my god.

“Lane, you are so perfect.” I rise and kiss his cheek.

“Why are you so surprised at me doing the little things? I fucking called out those fuckers who were disrespecting you in front of me, and you acted surprised?”

I swallow and run my hand down his face. “Nobody has stood up for me before, ever. You barely knew me and you stood up for me.”

He shakes his head angrily. “I would fucking kill someone for looking at you wrong. You need some better fucking people in your life.”

I freeze as I think over his words, and I believe him. I believe he would kill someone over me; he looked me dead in the eye as he said so.

This is fucked up, but I love him being so protective.

“Nobody is to mess with my man either. I’ve got a feisty side you haven’t seen yet.” I wink and he falls over beside me, laughing. He kisses the top of my head. “I heard about you knocking someone out with a tree branch for being mean to a dog.”

My jaw hits the floor. “What? Who told you that?” Then it hits me. “Shaylin.”

He nods, grinning.

“Well, if you can accept that, then we are good.” I laugh once again and lay my head down on his chest. “I wish we could stay here forever,” I admit to him, as his fingers drift through my hair.

“Me too, Doll, but I have Tiffany and I have to take her to school tomorrow.”

He has a daughter and, since he is not leaving my ass, she will be mine.

“I understand, Baby.” I run my hand up and down his abs. God, can he get any hotter?

Lips touch the top of my head. “Go to sleep, Doll. I will lock up for you once I leave.”

I close my eyes and snuggle closer to him, and I feel the blanket being pulled over my naked body.