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Lynx

Damn, the woman is stunning. Her long brown hair is currently in two Viking braids running down each side of her head.

Her blue eyes are behind a black pair of cat’s eye glasses.

Watching her as she walks away allows my eyes to take in her body.

The curves she has are making my cock throb behind my zipper.

She is short, and fucking perfect in my eyes. But she is damn young.

“Okay, Mr. Gallant. Let’s have a seat and discuss what you need to discuss.” She settles on the couch beside me. Her legs together, her knees pointing toward me. I need to focus because the only thing I can think about is getting her naked and having her bounce on my shaft.

“So, I need to know how much you got me, and what I need to provide for it.” She rolls her eyes.

“This is all stuff we could have done over the phone, you know?” she says, looking down at her Rolodex of names.

“Deal with it, princess,” I state, then mumble something about the younger generation and them not wanting to people.

“I’ll have you know I am in Generation X.

I grew up with the fuck around and find out notion.

I drank from the hose and tempted fate with lawn darts.

There is a reason I don’t do in-person meetings.

But that, Mr. Gallant, is none of your business.

Do you need a contractor?” she asks. Then hands me the Card for Galyant Knight Contracting.

“That’s my business,” I state, causing her to look down at the card in her hand. “The name on the card reads Patrick O’Conner.”

“Slick is my treasurer.” I point at the card, her face a mask of confusion and misunderstanding.

“Who the hell is Slick?” she asks, then covers her mouth before apologizing.

“Let me officially introduce myself. My name is Paul Gallant. I am the owner of Galyant Knight Contracting, and President of the Royal Bastard MC here in town.” Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t shy away, however, she doesn’t lean in like most women when they find out who I am.

This woman is stunning and is making my protective instincts scream.

This feeling is something I have never felt before, at least not for a woman and one I have only just met in person because over the phone does not count in my book.

“Nice to meet you, Paul. My name is Jessikah Gorman.” I want to laugh at how absurd this is.

But instead I continue. “I am the owner of Gorman Mortgage Broker. I have been licensed in this field for almost five years. I have grown my business from the ground up and got numerous recognitions on my plate. It’s nice to officially meet you.

But if you don’t need contracting, what do you need me for, other than getting you some equity taken out for your second home?

” she states, dropping her pen onto the table.

Pulling out the sketch plans for my cottage, I lay them on the table.

“These are my sketch ideas. I need a female’s opinion on layout and feel.

” Yes, I know that I could have asked one of the females around the clubhouse.

But something is drawing me closer to this woman.

“Something inside of me said to come to you. I need your input and opinion.” Placing my hand on her knee, I rub my thumb along the fabric of her pants.

Her eyes are directed to my hand, but she isn’t asking me to stop.

She turns her head and looks at my sketches. We discuss options, and layouts. We pick out materials and colors, and never once did I remove my hand from her knee. Not because I didn’t want to, but because touching her somehow grounded me.

“Will you have dinner with me?” I ask, bringing my hand up to touch her cheek. It’s an intimate position, but the need to touch her, hold her and have her is overpowering me.

“How about I make us something to eat instead?” she asks, telling me how she took out stuff to make lasagne with Caesar salad and garlic bread. She mumbles how it’s already in the oven and she would love to share it with me.

Not one to pass up a homecooked meal, I agree. Removing my hands from her body as she stands and takes her paper to her office. Her dog is lying at my feet snoring like twenty-five motorcycles have been started at once.

“Moose, let’s go potty,” she states as she walks back into the room. Her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The dog pops up and sprints to the backdoor. The female from early comes out, talks a little bit with Jessikah, then waves as she leaves.

“Is this your house?” I ask as I enter the kitchen. Watching her head nod, her eyes not leaving where her dog is outside.

“So you run your business out of your home?

“Yes.”

Shit, I invaded this beautiful woman’s home because I needed to discuss my business face to face.

“Jessikah, I am so sorry.” I’d bet money there is a story into why she is hiding in plain sight.

“Don’t be. I will have to be more cautious, though. They can never find me. He can never find me. I can’t live like that again. I can’t be left for dead,” she mumbles before mutters excuse me and quickly walks to the stairs and heading up them.

By her action, I can almost guarantee she hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud.

“Fuck,” I whisper as Moose comes to the door and paws to get in. I need to get Neo involved. I want—no, I need—to know everything there is to know about Jessikah Gorman.

Me: Meet me at the table tomorrow. I have a personal favor to ask.

Neo: On it, Pres.

Waiting for Jessikah to return, and while rubbing her adorable dog, it lets me think of different ways I want her in my life.

Never been one to go against what my gut is telling me, and it is telling me she is mine.

With that settled, I know I need to make sure to show her that not only is she safe with me, but I would give my left nut to protect her. No matter what she is up against.

“We can eat in the living room and watch TV. It’s what I normally do with Moose,” her sweet voice comes from behind me.

When I turn around, I am left stunned. She isn’t like other females I have been with.

They would have dressed in something skimpy to appease me.

But Jessikah is dressed in flannel green and white pajama pants, and a top that says, ‘ The shocker is just two in the pink and one in the brown ’.

Chuckling, this woman is something that I wasn’t looking for but am so happy she landed in my lap. I’ll have to send Liquid a huge thank you basket.

“We can watch TV. As long as it’s not lovey-dovey bullshit.” I stand and follow her to the counter, asking her to let me help her get dinner served.

“Well, I was planning on watching the hockey game. If that’s okay with you,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as she cuts the lasagne into huge pieces and scoops them out onto her bowl shaped plates, then scoops a huge scoop of salad beside the pasta, and places a huge chunk of cheese and bacon garlic bread.

“Where have you been all my life?” I ask, grabbing the plates for her as she reaches into her fridge and pulls out two tall boy cans of the local breweries top selling IPA.

“Oh, you know. Here and there, but mostly here.” She smiles, nodding her head to follow her to the living room.

When she places the cans on the table, she announces to the room for someone named Alexa to turn on the TV and find the hockey game.

Instantly, the TV turns on and the channel is turned to the channel the local professional hockey team is on.

This woman is stunning. She can cook and she likes sports. She is the woman I asked the goddess for. For fuck sakes, I sound like a sap. The brothers would fall over laughing if they heard me.

We spend the rest of the game eating, laughing and cursing at the screen. She is compatible with me in so many ways. I need to make this woman mine in every single way.

“So, what are you hiding from?” I ask before taking the last gulp of my beer, catching her off guard. A few seconds pass and I briefly wonder if she will tell me.

“Let’s just say that not all men respect their women, and most of the time those type of men who love, it always hurts,” she says, as my phone rings. Looking down, I notice that it’s Sue, and the text that comes has me needing to get to the clubhouse as soon as possible.

“Shit, baby. I have to go,” I mumble, not realizing I called her baby instead of her name. It seemed right, it felt right.

“It’s okay, I am going to clean up, then head to bed.” She doesn’t look at me as she stands and takes our plates into the kitchen.

Before I leave there is something I need to do.

Walking up behind her, I place my arms on either side if her body.

Placing my head on her shoulder and whispering into her ear, “Our next date is on me. We dress up and go out to a fancy restaurant. I pick you up and drive us.” My lips are on the base of her neck, so I can feel her pulse.

“Okay,” she says, a shiver running through her body. I smile against her skin, knowing she is as affected by my presence as I am of hers.

Tapping her on the ass, I turn. Rubbing Moose’s head as I head for the door. I look over my shoulder to see her watching me. I think to myself, “ That’s right, princess. Watch your man, knowing he will be back. ”

Closing the door behind me, I wait to hear if she locks it. Just like suspected, I hear the locks click into place, followed by the ping of the alarm being armed.

“Good girl, protect my precious woman,” I say, shaking my head at myself. I have never believed in love at first sight until her.