“Okay?” His dark eyebrows rose at her agreement. It didn’t hurt that the man was better looking than any she’d seen in the database at the clinic or in real life. Him being in a motorcycle club wouldn’t matter. She’d get what she wanted, and they’d part ways. The thrill of danger without any future repercussions sounded just fine with her.

 

Leaning over the table to keep from being overheard, she nodded. “The thing you mentioned—the store room? I’m saying okay. And anywhere else you want to fuck. For twenty-four hours, I’ll be your…well…yours.” Giving him a little power would sweeten the deal for him. “But you can’t wear protection. No condoms. Oh, uh, wait, are you clean?” Dammit, she should have led with that.

 

He laughed. “Fuck, yeah. No bareback for me, ever. But, I’m listening; continue on.” He didn’t lean closer. He didn’t even lower his voice. His arms were still folded over his chest, but his lips had curled up into an amused smile.

 

“Okay, like I said. Twenty-four hours, I’m yours. But no protection.”

 

“Because you wanna have my baby?” He didn’t even stop smiling when he asked the question.

 

“If you’re going to make fun, forget it.” She waved a hand between them and did the best she could to look uninterested.

 

He only laughed again. “I’m not making fun, I’m clarifying. You want me to knock you up…then what?”

 

“Then nothing.” She shrugged. “I don’t need you. I already said that. I’m going to do this on my own anyway. I just need someone for the initial part.” Making it sound like a business transaction didn’t take away from the tinge of embarrassment lurking in her mind. She was asking this man, this man she just met, to fuck her and impregnate her, right there in the hospital. Maybe the psych ward had an extra bed she could crash in for a few days, because clearly, she’d lost her mind.

 

“You think I’ll just walk away from my kid?” There wasn’t any heat in his words, but he had a point. She was making a big assumption that he would do just that.

 

“You won’t know. I mean, after the twenty-four hours are over, I’ll go on my way, and you’ll go yours. Odds of our paths ever crossing again are pretty slim. I’ve lived in this town my whole life and have never seen you before, so there you go. If I do get pregnant, I won’t contact you. And if you by some chance see me in a year, and I’m toting around a baby, you won’t know if it’s yours.”

 

His smile dropped a fraction as he thought it all over. She held her breath, not sure which way she wanted him to answer. “Twenty-four hours and you’re all mine? You’ll do everything I say, no arguments, and no questions?”

 

He didn’t look like a serial killer, but he hadn’t looked like someone who’d buy her a cup of coffee either. “I’m safe with you?”

 

Lowering his voice, he leaned closer. She could smell his musky aftershave. “Baby, I protect what’s mine, never harm it. No sense in breaking good toys. For twenty-four hours, you obey everything I say, and I’ll put a baby in your belly. But, I’m not sure you’ll be able to say goodbye come tomorrow.” The cocky grin he gave her only pulled at her desire more. This man knew what he was doing. The confidence wasn’t a front or overcompensation. He knew what he was, and he had no qualms about it.

 

“Okay, then. Twenty-four hours. I’m all yours.” Her throat dried at the confirmation, and her stomach twisted. Nerves or excitement, she wasn’t really sure, but one thing she knew, she hadn’t felt so alive in weeks.

 

He kept his eyes on hers while he took the brochure with two hands and tore it in half. She almost objected, but if their attempt failed, she’d get another. He discarded the papers on the table and stood up, holding out his hand. “Let’s go.”

 

“I’m still—”

 

“No arguments and no questions, remember?” A dark eyebrow lifted and she nodded. She had said that. Nerves or not, she could do this.

 

“Right. Sorry.” She placed her hand in his and barely grabbed her purse before he yanked her away from the table and led her out of the cafeteria.

 

She kept silent as they made their way down the corridor, and she wondered if he really was going to fuck her in a storage closet. The more she let her mind wander in that direction, the more nervous she became. It had been over a year since she had last had sex, with a man anyway. The vibrator at home didn’t count as real sex.

 

When they passed a few storage rooms, she began to breathe a little easier, but when they passed the elevators, she tugged on his hand to stop. “Wait. My mom. I should let the nurses know I’m going to be away for a little while.”

 

He stopped walking, but didn’t look her way. Instead, he flagged down a nurse passing them. “Hey, Raquel.”

 

“Lucas, what are you doing here?”

 

That was his name. She hadn’t even learned his name. Responsible woman she was, asking some stranger whose name she didn’t know to get her knocked up. What the hell was she doing?

 

“Jeff had a little accident. Was just checking on him.” From the way he said accident, it didn’t sound like he was being fully truthful, but the woman seemed to understand his meaning regardless. The nurse dressed in tight fitting blue scrubs looked over Lucas’s shoulder at Josephine. Her eyes narrowed just a hair, enough for Josephine to recognize the look of jealousy. This woman had no reason to be jealous—tomorrow morning, she could have her biker back. She only needed one thing from him. “Can you do me a favor? My friend here,” he looked at her then, realizing that he didn’t know her name either, “her mom is here, but we have to run out really quick. Can you do me a favor and let her nurses know she’s going to be gone for the day?”

 

Raquel took an appraising look at Josephine that made her hair stand on end. “Uh, I guess. What’s your mom’s name?”

 

“Meredith Bridgewater. Room 325. Can you just let them know Josephine, that’s me, will be back tomorrow, but they can call me any time if Mom needs something?” Lucas’s hand gripped her a little harder. Either he thought she was going to change her mind and bolt or he was giving her a supportive squeeze. Had her voice trembled when she talked about her mom?

 

“Okay. I can do that. Uh, Lucas, how about Saturday we go for a beer? I haven’t been to the clubhouse in a while; been missing you.” Josephine didn’t miss the suggestive nature of the request. Raquel apparently wanted to let her know he was a free agent. Hell, that was fine with her. One night and so was she.

 

“Maybe. I’ll call you. Thanks.” With another yank, Josephine was pulled out of the hospital and into the bright sunshine of the afternoon. The day had completely slipped away from her.

 

“Where are we going?” she asked as she tried to keep up with his long strides.

 

“No questions, remember?” He didn’t look over his shoulder when he said it.

 

No questions. That had been a hell of a lot easier to agree to than to keep up with. He brought her to his bike. She’d never seen a motorcycle up close before, only driving past her on the highway. The thing was monstrous. How the hell did it stay up on two wheels? More importantly, how did he keep it from toppling over to the side when it was stopped?

 

“It’s not as scary as you think.” He laughed at her expression of sheer panic. “C’mon. Here’s your helmet.” He didn’t hand it to her, instead plunking it over her head and strapping it under her chin. His fingers brushed against her skin. A quick, almost non-existent touch, except she felt it all over. The warmth of his rough skin sent her nerve endings into overdrive. He helped her swing her leg over the bike, and she scooted back until she was nestled against the back support. She tossed the strap of her purse over her head, keeping it more secure.

 

Lucas popped open the side compartment and pulled out another helmet. She watched him shake his head backward to keep his hair out of the way as he strapped on his own chinstrap. “Safety first.” He grinned at her then swung his leg over the bike and took the seat in front of her. “Be sure to hold tight,” he called to her as he turned on the ignition.

 

The bike roared to life, sending strong vibrations all throughout her body. And not in a bad way. Before she was sure she was ready, he kicked up the kickstand with his boot and took off. She gripped him hard around his waist and pressed her cheek to his back. She didn’t want to see anything; she just wanted to feel. Feeling was enough for the moment. Between the smell of his leather kutte, the vibrations of the bike, and feeling his hard abs beneath her hands, her pussy began to moisten to the point of discomfort. He needed to go faster, to get them where they were going.

 

# # #

 

 

When his dad died, Lucas kept the cabin. He still used it enough to warrant the upkeep, but until he pulled up with Josephine, he hadn’t been there in almost a year.

 

Her arms tightened around his waist as they rode up the last dirt road to the cabin. Complete seclusion, no one around for miles in any direction. The wooded area around the cabin was dense, keeping the place cool in the summer, even when the sun was blaring down on them.

 

She was getting nervous. Hell, she probably should be. The woman didn’t know him from Joe Schmo, yet she’d hopped on his bike and took off with him. Not knowing where to or for what. Well, she knew for what. A good, solid fucking. One that would most likely leave her with a baby in her belly.

 

A fucking baby. He must be out of his mind. He’d done some crazy shit for pussy before, but not since he grew up and realized he didn’t need those little games anymore. So, what the hell was he doing agreeing to father her kid then just take off? It wasn’t like he wanted a kid. No way. Too much weight to drag him down if he had a baby. No attachments made his life a hell of a lot easier.

 

She made a good point—even if she got pregnant, he wouldn’t know. He’d never see her again, and even if he did, he wouldn’t really know if the kid was his.

 

But it nagged at him that she would be so trusting to get on his bike. What if it had been one of those Iron Rebels assholes who had seen her in the cafeteria? Would she have gone off with one of them? Because no way they would be good to her. They’d fuck her, but not in any way she’d find enjoyable, and if she was lucky, they might give her a ride home.

 

“W-where are we?” The fear in her voice when he turned the bike off gave him some hope that she had a few brain cells clicking. He got off the bike and helped her take off her helmet. “What’s wrong?” Her cheeks reddened more the longer he glared down at her.

 

“Tell me something, Josephine. How do you know I’m not some mass murderer? Or a kinky ass rapist? For all you know I could take you in there and rape your ass all week long before just leaving you here.”

 

Her throat convulsed as she swallowed and her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t do that.”

 

“How do you know?” He leaned closer to her. He was doing a good job of completely ruining the mood, but he needed to be sure she didn’t pull this shit with anyone else after their time was over.

 

“I can just tell.” She shrugged.

 

“There are men out there who won’t be good to you, Josephine.”

 

“Are you backing out?” The accusation irritated him more.

 

“Backing out of fucking you senseless and making you come so hard you see stars? Fuck, no. I’m just saying that after tomorrow, when I drop you back off in reality, you don’t do this again. Got me?”

 

“I hardly think you get to tell me something like that. I’m a big girl and can take care of myself.” Her chin went up, and her arms crossed her chest. Stubborn. Adorable as hell but a stubborn mule.

 

He’d talk about it later with her, after he softened her with a few good orgasms.

 

“We’ll see. C’mon, let’s go inside.”

 

“This place yours?” She let him help her off the bike, and he went about stowing the helmets.

 

“Yeah. Family cabin. The maintenance crew should have been here a few weeks ago, so it should be clean inside.” He gripped her hand, enjoying the soft, feminine feel of it in his own, and pulled her toward the front door.

 

His father and grandfather had built the log cabin and it had been remodeled a few times over the years. After he unlocked the door and they stepped in, he took a deep breath. Even after not being there for almost a year, he grinned at the familiar smell—pine and campfire smoke. The fireplace hadn’t been used since his last visit, but he could still smell it.

 

“Nice.” She let go of his hand and started to walk around the living room. It wasn’t a large cabin: three bedrooms, two baths, a large living area, and a kitchen. She fingered the crocheted blanket draped over the couch. “You make this?” A smartass grin curled her lips.

 

“My ma.” He shoved his hands into his back pockets and leaned against the breakfast bar separating the living area from the kitchen.

 

“She still around?” A sadness touched her eyes when she posed the question.

 

“Nah, she and my dad died a few years ago. Shitty accident.” A semi being driven by some half-brained drunk changed lanes, ramming right into his old man’s bike. They never stood a chance, not at eighty-five miles per hour and not with that kind of force.

 

“That’s horrible.” He’d heard that comment before. Chicks played up the fact that he was a wounded boy with no parents. But not Josephine. She wasn’t playacting; she was genuine. He doubted she would even know how to play a game like the other women he’d been with.

 

“What about you? Your dad, he still around?”

 

She looked away, turning toward the fireplace. “No.” That was it. No embellishments. Okay, fine. While she was turned away, he took the time to admire the curve of her ass. They had twenty-four hours, and he was going to spend the majority of them sunk inside of her.

 

“Take off your clothes, Josephine.” She didn’t seem to be open to talking anymore, and he wasn’t open to feeling his cock ache with so much need for any longer than needed.

 

She spun around with a shocked look but quickly subdued herself. “I…well…now?”

 

He laughed. “Did you want to wait until we knew each other for longer? Maybe a week or so?”

 

“No. I mean, you’re right. We did come here for a specific thing.” With a nod, she went about removing her clothing. Methodical. No other way to describe her movements. She had a task and was performing it. No strip tease or any sort of seduction. She just removed her clothing as though she were at a doctor’s office and folded everything into a neat pile on the couch. When she was done, her hands dangled at her sides. The fidgeting gave him the impression that she wanted to cover up, to hide her body from him but was trying to be strong.

 

“How many men have you fucked?” A bold question, but one that needed asking.

 

“Uh, three.” Her cheeks blushed, and her eyes flickered away from his.

 

Three? Hell.

 

He took another long minute to take in her body. Her tits were round and looked heavy. They’d fill his hands nicely. Dark pink nipples peaked from each breast, signaling her arousal for him. Which was good, because the longer her looked at her, the longer he took in the supple curves and the neatly trimmed pussy, the harder his cock got. “Come here, baby.” He shook off his kutte and draped it on a chair. When she got to him, he pulled her into a hug.

 

Her arms slid around his waist, and he cupped her chin in his hand, pulling her face back until his mouth was able to cover hers. He’d meant to give her a tender kiss, one that would relax her obvious nerves and get her a bit hotter for him, but once their lips touched, he couldn’t do tender. His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she immediately opened to him, letting him into her mouth to taste every inch of her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was a claiming. This woman was going to be his, even if it was only for the night.

 

When he pulled away and broke off the kiss, his breath came faster and his pulse banged in his veins. She didn’t look unaffected, either. Her eyes were wild with desire and her lips a bit swollen from the kiss.

 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He kissed her again, shorter but with as much intensity as before. “Let’s get that mind-blowing orgasm I promised you.” He scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder, patting her bare ass as he moved through the cabin toward the master bedroom.

 

“Lucas!” She laughed, playfully swatting his back as he walked down the hall.

 

Once he was in the bedroom, he carefully dumped her on the bed, enjoying the way she scrambled to right herself. He untucked his shirt from his jeans and pulled it over his head, delighting in her as her pupils dilated farther when she looked at his body. He wasn’t a health nut, but between the work in the body shop and his trips to the gym when he had the chance, he’d acquired plenty of muscle.

 

“I won’t be able to, so don’t worry about it,” she said when he reached for her.

 

“Won’t be able to what?” He sat on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. Even softer than he’d imagined.

 

“Orgasm. I can’t. Well, not with a guy.” A brand new blush covered damn near her entire body.

 

He pulled back and searched her expression. She had to be joking. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”

 

“Not with a guy, no.”

 

“Just when you play with yourself?” He couldn’t help putting that out there—the blush was too fucking cute to lose now.

 

“Yeah,” she breathed, and started to curl into herself.

 

“Oh.” He waved a hand in the air and held her hips, scooting her toward the headboard.

 

“What?”

 

“Just relax, baby.” He moved to her feet. “Open for me.” He pushed her knees apart, exposing the prettiest set of pussy lips he’d ever seen. Except for a little strip of her curls, she was shaved bare. Her lips were already wet for him, and once his fingers touched her, he would be gathering up her juices made just for him.

 

“What are you doing?” She sounded a little fearful when he lay on his belly between her thighs.

 

“Giving you that orgasm before I pound this pussy into the bed. Because, fuck, baby, this pussy needs a good pounding. Be a good girl now and just relax.” He brushed his lips across her thigh until he reached the center of her arousal. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her, musky and all female.

 

“I-I don’t know.” She tried to clamp her legs shut but the slap he gave her thigh stilled her.

 

“I said to open your legs, baby girl. You listen to me, or you’ll be getting more slaps to that cute ass of yours.” He didn’t wait for her answer. Her shocked expression told him she was having trouble finding words. He dipped lower, peeling her lips apart with his thumbs and exposing her already swollen clit.

 

Using only his tongue, he moved her clit, lifting it just enough to elicit a moan from her, then he let go. With the fat part of his tongue he licked her from her opening to her clit, suckling just enough to elicit another moan. “Good girl,” he murmured against her moist flesh and continued his slow assault, tasting all of the sweet honey she had to offer.