Bewitching The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 7)

“We both know what will happen if I do.”

“It’s like that, huh? You think this other guy is better than me.”

“No. I just...my Gram...she fancies herself a matchmaker and she says that he’s the one. I don’t want to lead you on more than I have. She’s never been wrong about these things, and I wasn’t really a believer, but she told me the day you came into the shop that it was the day I would meet my dream man. The man I’m meant to be with and part of me thought maybe it was you even if you were a jerk. Then something weird happened. Logan showed up and said he meant to come by a few days ago. Gram says she meant him. I can’t discount what she sees in the stars. I think I owe it to myself to at least go to dinner with the guy.”

“But you can toss me aside. Got it, Bianca.”

“It’s not like that.”

“It’s exactly the way of it, but I see you. You’re scared to let me in. I want you to go out with your fuck boy. I bet you the whole damn time you’re with him you’ll be wishing you were with me on the back of my bike.”

“Sandman...”

“Babe, you never even asked me my real name.”

“What’s your real name?”

“Logan.” I grin.

Her mouth opens then closes. “Seriously?”

“What do you have to say to that?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” She grabs me by the collar of my shirt, pulling my mouth toward hers.

I smile against her lips. “Name’s Bo, kitten. But this just proved it. You want me. Now unlock that door so I can scandalize your cat.”

“What?”

“Kitten, I’m about two seconds away from fucking you against the door whether you want me to or not.”

“Then don’t make me wait.” Pink tints her cheeks but she unlocks that god damn door.

The moment we’re through I kick the door shut and her Boo kitty comes strutting toward us meowing. “Later, cat.” I lift Bianca and her legs go around my waist. Her lips meet mine salty yet sweet from the dessert we had after dinner. Sea salt caramel bars. I push her back against the wall and yank her sweater over her head.

She cups my wiry jaws gazing deeply into my eyes. “I’m giving you every piece of me. Don’t make me regret it.” I hear the sound of her boots hitting the floor as she kicks them off one at a time.

“Promise you, babe. You’ll always get real from me.”

She comes in hot and fast claiming my lips.

I’ll prove to her that whatever bullshit her grandma fed her about the signs in the stars or whatever doesn’t matter. Because whatever this is developing between us it’s based off real emotions. Real heat. The laws of attraction don’t lie.

I roll my hips toward her, showing her how damn badly I not only need this but want it.  She’s bewitched me body and soul. Spellbound by her touch. By her kiss. I want her curse or no curse.

“You got any neighbors?”

“No. Why?”

“Because I plan on making you scream.”