As the days went on, I grew more and more attached to all the members of the club. Raine had turned into the best friend I had ever had—how fucking sad is that? I had only known her for a damn blink of an eye and she was my best friend. I couldn’t understand how it was so easy for me to be that comfortable with everyone as quickly as I was. Things like that shouldn’t happen—they didn’t happen. It felt like I was in some weird TV show.

Trent had turned into an addiction. He was so soft and kind with me, something I had never known in past relationships. There was something so different about him, even in the way he looked at me. I knew fate existed every time he smiled at me. It was all too serendipitous, and I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. I couldn’t let myself get too carried away; it had only been a few days for crying out loud.

“Your week is up.” Trent sat on the end of the bed in the tiny back room of the shop. He was trying to wipe grease off his hands with an old rag with very little luck.

I stood in front of him, rolling my fingertips up and down his shoulders. “Yeah, I know.”

“Have you decided what you’re going to do?” His tone was somber.

“I’m staying,” I whispered in his ear.

“Holy fuck, seriously?” He leapt to his feet, picking me up and twirling me around.

“Did you really think I wasn’t going to?” I smiled down at his jubilant grin wrapped up in his arms.

“I didn’t want to assume. It was ultimately up to you, and I didn’t want to pressure you either way.” He rapid-fired kisses all over my cheeks and down my neck as I giggled. He took his dirty thumb and smeared a little bit of grease across my cheek.

I narrowed my gaze at him. “What was that for?”

“You’re marked as mine—now you can’t change your mind.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He started to set me down. “I have to go finish the tune-up on Red’s bike before he rips me a new one.”

I gripped his shirt as tight as I could. “Not yet.” I bit my lip.

He stumbled backward, knocking into his riding leathers and some of the old cuts hanging on the closet door.

“Don’t tempt me babe.” He growled in my ear.

“I’m not tempting, I’m asking for it.” I licked his lower lip before biting it a bit.

“As you wish, darlin’.” Trent’s fingers weaved into my hair, pulling my lips down to his. Right before they connected, he whispered, “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

He pressed my back against the wall. I let my head roll to the side, exposing my neck for him to sink his teeth down into. His hot breath sent chills down my arms.

He grabbed his pocketknife and with one hand pressing my shoulder against the wall, he leaned back, repositioning me so he could get to the bottom of my tiny jean shorts.

“Don’t move,” he instructed.

Before I could protest, his finger looped through the bottom of my shorts and he cut the worn fabric. My pussy was drenched on the spot. He undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor, revealing his erection, exposed by his lack of boxers.

Without warning, he thrust right into me, making me cry out from the gloriously painful pleasure that coursed through my entire body. I gripped the sides of his cut as he fucked me against the wall, harder and faster than he ever had before.

“Holy shit, babe. You’re dripping.” He bit down hard on my shoulder as a deep moan emanated from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, Tre!” I yelled.

He threw his hand over my mouth. “There could be customers just outside this door.”

“It’s too good. I have to—” I cried out again, barely able to think straight through the euphoria.

“Babe, I can’t hold this in.” He continued to push as far into me as he could while his body shuddered around me.

My climax came on strong, sending me into a state of delirium. I panted against his chest, barely able to move.

“That was incredible.” He set me down on the bed.

I fell back with a sigh, wrapping my arms around my body. “I have never had that good of an orgasm in my entire fucking life.”

“Get used to them babe. They’ll only get better.” He shot me a quick wink before rummaging through my bag of clothes. He tossed me a pair of jeans. “Sorry for ruining your shorts.”

“I’m not complaining. That was well worth it,” I mumbled, still lying motionless on the bed.

“I’m gonna go finish this bike up, and then we have to head to Crickett’s for dinner.”

* * *

“Right on time.” Crickett smiled as Trent and I walked through the door.

Ryder and Raine were already sitting at the table.

“Need a hand?” Trent asked Crickett, but she just shooed him away.

“Grab a cold on and take a load off. After you clean up that grime a bit.” She threw a dish towel at him and he made his way into the powder room to wash up.

“Sloan? What can I get to for you to drink?” Ryder started to head for the fridge.

I shrugged. “Whatever you’re having.”

He grabbed three beers and opened them for us and refilled Raine’s glass of lemonade.

“Thanks, babe.” Raine smiled up at her husband.

“I’m staying,” I blurted out as I slid into the chair next to Raine’s at Crickett’s kitchen table. I couldn’t contain my excitement.

She shrilled, “Yes! Oh my fucking God, best news ever!” Raine started to bounce in her seat.

I put my hand on her shoulder. “I don’t want your child to be born with shaken baby syndrome,” I teased.

“What has you two so smiley?” Crickett asked while setting a giant bowl of mashed potatoes on the table in front of us.

“Sloan decided to stick around. She’s not going to leave. How fucking amazing is that?” Raine’s excitement permeated the air.

“It’s nice to see our little family growing.” Crickett put her hand on my shoulder, smiling down at me.

Trent and Ryder joined us, taking seats around the table. Collin followed suit a few minutes later, covered head to two in dust and dirt.

“How’d it go at the bar?” Ryder asked as Collin washed his hands in the sink.

“We should be up and running within the next day or so,” Collin answered.

“That is amazing news, son.” Crickett finally sat down next to her son. “Now eat! Don’t let this food get cold.”