After a few minutes of making out, I ripped my mouth away and touched my forehead to hers. “We have to stop, or I’m gonna fuck you against this wall, and I refuse to have our first time together be a fast fuck in a bar.”
Wendy’s breaths were as quick and choppy as my own, and it made her tits rub over my chest. With every bit of my willpower, I stepped back so we were no longer touching—except for the hand that still cradled her jaw.
“You want me that bad, huh?” she sassed.
I met her gaze with a quirked eyebrow and shoved the bulge in my leather pants against her again. “What do you think, baby?”
A wicked smile curled her lips, and she removed my hand from her face and laced her fingers through mine. “I think we should go to my place, so you can fuck me wherever you want.”
Any remaining blood in my body rushed to my dick so fast it left me feeling dizzy. Yeah, we needed to get the fuck out of this bar before I broke.
3
Wendy
Bringing a guy home with me from McClaren’s was the most reckless thing I’d ever done in my life. Especially since Aiden was a Silver Saint and had no idea I was his VP’s little sister. There was an unwritten rule in the MC—sisters and daughters were off-limits. If a member crossed that line, all hell tended to break loose.
When Dax fell for Arya, he kidnapped her to make sure she had a chance to fall for him before any drama happened since Nova had already threatened to kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on her. From what my brother had told me, Dax’s plan bought him two weeks with Arya before Nova realized what was happening. As soon as he found out, he hunted them down, got into a brawl with Dax, and tried to put a stop to the relationship. But by then, he was too late. They’d fallen in love, and it turned out that Arya was already pregnant. And once Dax slid his property patch on her back, Nova didn’t have a leg to stand on. Old lady trumped sister every day of the week.
What happened between Dax and Arya only reinforced Kyle’s decision to keep me away from the single members of the Silver Saints. It had been so long since I’d been at the compound, most of the guys I’d met wouldn’t even recognize me as more than a bartender at McClaren’s. I’d seen Breaker—one of the few who knew about my ties to the Silver Saints—sometimes when he dropped in for a drink—which I always suspected was in large part to check up on me for my brother. But the only ones I really hung out with were Mac and Link, both of whom were happily married, and that was when we were all at Kyle and Cat’s place. Never the clubhouse.
I probably should have tried harder to tell Aiden who I was, but it would have killed a part of me if the desire shining from his gorgeous green eyes fizzled out just because I was related to his VP. Plus, there hadn’t been even the tiniest hint of doubt in his voice when he’d said that nobody was going to stop him from claiming me. I couldn’t help but believe him and decided my brother’s reaction was a bridge we could cross later. Then he’d kissed me, and any thought except getting somewhere we could be alone fled my mind.
With his lean body pressed against mine, all I could focus on was the strength of the chemistry between us. I’d felt it from the moment I laid eyes on him as I made my way across the bar with their drinks. With his light blond hair that was a little longer on the top, green eyes, tall frame with a lean build, and tan skin, he looked like he belonged on a beach with a surfboard in California. I was intrigued by the dark half sleeve on his right arm and couldn’t help but wonder if he had any other tattoos. The dimple in his chin was sexy as hell, and I was dying to nip at his plush bottom lip.
I’d never had the same kind of reaction to another guy, and I was filled with the bone-deep knowledge that we could have something special together. If I hadn’t had a front-row seat to how quickly Breaker and Ireland had fallen for each other—not to mention how fast Kyle moved to make Cat his when they first got together—I might have second-guessed how I could be sure enough of Aiden to take him home with me. Instead, I practically pulled him through the door as soon as he stepped off his bike.