Sydney carried her purse into the kitchen and looked at the stove. It was past time to leave, and Jett was still in the garage. She couldn't ask Kylie to take her, because her sister had already taken off to the clubhouse in the truck.

She looked through the partially opened door leading to the garage. Jett and Chief still talked in low tones. They'd been out there for the last two hours.

Not wanting to disturb them, but knowing she was going to be late to her babysitting gig, she stepped into the garage and shut the door loud enough they knew she was here.

Jett turned toward her and lifted his chin, motioning her to his side. She joined him beside his motorcycle, stopping the men's conversation.

"I need to go over to the clubhouse." She looked back and forth between father and son. "It's Friday."

Every Friday, the clubhouse came alive. Most of the members showed up, bringing their girlfriends or wives, and inviting women to party and have a good time. Those with young kids dropped the children off in the playroom for her and Kylie to watch.

"I'll take you over in a sec. Chief came by to ask you something." Jett put his good hand on the back of her neck.

She looked at Chief. Jett's dad widened his stance and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"Brikken would like to hire you and your sister on a regular basis. Eight to five Monday through Thursday, and from five to midnight on Friday. You and Kylie can work out which day of the week you want to alternate off, so you've got two days off. The club needs a daycare so the mothers can keep their kids within Brikken." Chief ran his hand down his beard. "Same pay per hour."

Excitement bubbled inside of her. She kept the shock off her face. Kylie would flip over the good news. They both loved watching the children, and it would solve both their need to get a full-time job.

"Longer hours would take more of a commitment. To have the kids during breakfast and lunchtime would mean extra work and having the kitchen at the clubhouse available to us. Not to mention, we'd need to discuss who is in charge of the meals—the parents or the club. The mothers would want dependability. If the daycare hours are changed, it means they'd miss work until other arrangements could be made. We could provide that guarantee working full-time." She slowly raised her shoulders. "We'd need double the hourly pay though."

"Bullshit," said Chief.

She lifted her purse and pretended to look through the meager contents. "I have a job interview on Monday at two o'clock."

Jett's hand tightened on the back of her neck. "What for?"

"It's for double the pay I'm getting now working for Brikken, and it's full-time." She smiled brightly at Jett. "Plus, vacation days after six months and weekends off. So, I can be with you."

It'd been a long time since she'd conned anyone, and her skills came back like an old friend, raising her confidence level. She leaned closer to Jett. "Of course, I'll miss the babies." She looked at Chief. "And, Stassi."

She counted on Chief's desire to make his youngest daughter happy.

"Two more dollars an hour and weekends off," said Chief.

The grumble from Chief that followed his latest offer almost made her laugh. She'd got one over on the president of Brikken, and that was not an easy feat.

"Hm..." She thrust out her hand. "Of course, I'll have to talk with Kylie. She does have an offer to work in Tacoma at the athletic club. They have an in-house daycare for members, and the pay would be double what she's making at Brikken, but she might take a pay cut to offset her drive time to and from work. Though they have offered her health insurance."

Chief's gaze narrowed. Had she pushed him too far?

It'd been a long time since she'd had to manipulate a situation. Maybe she should've sounded less confident or picked another line of work to threaten Chief with because they were essentially bickering over children.

"Double the hourly wage." Chief clasped her hand. "That goes for both of you."

She held her smile to half the wattage. "Deal. Thanks for hiring us."

Chief stepped back, looked up at Jett, and something passed between father and son that went over her head. Too excited over having a job that would earn a decent amount of money, plus keep her busy while Jett was away doing club business, she waved to Jett's dad as he turned and walked out to his motorcycle in the driveway.

More than anything, conning Chief into paying her a higher than what she'd expected wage made her feel wonderful.

Jett pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. "Get in the house, Syd."

She raised her gaze to his face. "I'm late, and it's Fri—"

"Inside." He lowered his hand and smacked her ass. "Kylie can handle the kids for a half hour."

Realizing she wasn't in trouble by the look in Jett's eyes, she stifled her laughter.

"Go," he roared.

She hurried into the house, taking her clothes off along the way, leaving her shirt in the kitchen, her shoes in the dining room, her jeans in the hallway. By the time, she hit the bedroom, she only had to pull her panties off, and she was naked and waiting.

The wait wasn't long.

Jett came into the room and tossed a package of condoms on the bed. She raised her brows.

"Found them in my duffle." He approached her. "Undo my belt."

She fumbled over the belt and carefully unzipped him. His cock, hard and elongated, came free. She inhaled a shuddering breath.

“I’m going to give you what we both need.” He rubbed her head.

She peeled his jeans over his hips, bending down to push the material to the top of his boots. The engorged head of his cock nudged her cheek. She hummed, wetting her lips with her tongue.

He moved his hips, sweeping his hardness along the width of her mouth.

She bent her knees and looked up at his face.

The lines between his brows smoothed over. His nostrils flared. His upper lip curled as he fought for control. Her lower stomach warmed, and she squirmed, impatient and aroused. Her pussy dampened.

He fisted the base of his dick. “I want inside of you.”

She lowered her gaze to his cock. He'd been giving her oral sex, and she hadn't had the chance to return the pleasure. "But, Jett..."

“Will that make you happy?” he said.

She nodded, placing her hands on his thighs.

“Then, give me your mouth, Syd."

She parted her lips. As his heat touched her tongue, she sealed around him with her mouth and sucked him greedily. She stroked the underside of his length with her tongue. No wonder he enjoyed pleasing her with his mouth. She bobbed her head, taking more of him. There was something about having control over someone else's pleasure that excited her. That her tongue could do more than kiss.

“Damn.” He threw back his head and thrust his hips in short bursts.

She sucked, licked and caressed him until he rose on the toes of his boots and arched his back. He groaned and shuddered against her. His come hit the back of her palate, and she splurged on the salty taste.

He blew out a breath and reached down and hooked her upper arm, pulling her to her feet. She moaned over the loss of him. He’d come so far and had discovered ways of doing things she thought weren't possible. Each time more special and memorable than the last that gave him his confidence back.

“Lay down.” He turned her toward the bed. "We're not done."

"I'm so late." She looked into his eyes and saw the truth staring back at her. "It doesn't matter, does it?"

"Kylie will be fine on her own for a little longer." He squeezed her aching breast. She stretched out, knowing he wouldn’t stop and leave her unfulfilled. He was a considerate lover, going beyond his ability to make sure she was satisfied.

Her self-esteem rebounded after understanding what drove Jett. A passionate man, he expected perfection in himself. Taking time to heal hit him hard but she should've known and trusted him, that he would figure out what needed to be done to live the life he was born for.

He was a biker.

Strong. Loyal. Dedicated.

A born leader.

She'd succeeded in her own right. Hoping to make him proud of her, she'd continued to stay with him and prove her love for him. And, for the first time in her life, she received loved back. It was the best feeling in the world to be loved.

He rolled and tugged her nipple. Her head lolled against the bed, pleasure rushing through her body.

“Oh, God,” she begged for more.

He settled himself on his knees on the floor. She scooted her ass to the edge of the bed. Aware that any inhibitions she had were gone.

His tongue swept her slit, licking the wetness from her. She spread her knees more, making room for his shoulders. Two fingers entered her pussy, shocking her body in the most delightful and excruciating way. When he scissored his fingers, hitting her sweet spot, she thrust her pelvis off the mattress. He refused to give her a chance to deny what he knew they both wanted. What she needed.

He braced his elbow on the bed, keeping his injured hand up and out of the way, while stroking, rubbing at her sensitive clit until she writhed, eager for what he could do for her.

She bit down on her lip, straining for the release that hovered just out of reach.

He rose to his feet. She grabbed for him. “No, don’t stop.”

“Never.” He reached over and handed her the box of condoms. "Help me out."

His recovery surprised her. His gaze met hers. She stroked his whiskered jaw.

His eyes glazed over. High-strung as she was in her arousal, she managed to put the condom on him before she raised her gaze to him again. She kept watching his eyes. They were wild and heated.

When he thrust into her, she recognized what she'd always known from the first night that she met Jett.

He belonged to her.

"Take it, Syd," he whispered.

He plunged, withdrew, plunged, withdrew.

Balanced on one arm, he stroked the inner spot that drove her wild with his cock. She clutched his shoulders, arching against him. She quivered and tensed.

Her climax came hard and fast, leaving her breathless and screaming his name. She shuddered as the pleasure rippled through her sex, milking him until he grunted and thrust harder into her.

He rode her hard and fast. She thrashed and moaned, loving the feel of him taking from her again. Giving to her again. Coming again, until she thought she was going to die of intense ecstasy.

With a violent eruption, he ground his hips against her. She pulled him down into her arms, holding him as they gathered their breaths.

“Push-ups,” he spoke against her ear.

"What?"

He raised his head, and his eyes lit with amusement. "Damn glad for all those push-ups I did in prison cause my arm about gave out."

She closed her eyes and smiled. “It was perfect.”

He rolled to his side, taking her with him. "Love you, Syd."

"Love you, too." Her heart full and trusting.