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S aint had moved her into his room the next morning, and she had to admit, she liked the fact that he wanted her close. She felt the same way about him. Every night, they slept tangled up with each other in his bed, and every morning, he treated her with a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and morning wood that she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of. It felt as though they were quickly becoming a couple, although living with him was harder than she imagined it would be. When he asked her to bring the rest of her stuff over, she was a bit sad about giving up her apartment. had worked hard to pay for her first place, and she took pride in that fact. Letting it go now felt as though she was giving up on her dreams. She knew that finding new dreams wasn’t going to be easy, but it was what she had to do.

“You about ready to go?” Saint asked. He was taking her to the Friday night co-party at Savage Hell. It had felt like forever since she hung out with her club, and seeing all the Harlots was just what she needed right now.

Of course, Saint had a few rules that she had to promise to follow—the first one being that she had to stick to his side. She had no problems with being close to Saint so that rule would be an easy one to follow. thought it was cute the way that Saint wanted to protect her. It was nice to have someone on her side.

quickly checked her makeup in the bathroom mirror and nodded, “Ready,” she agreed. She grabbed her purse, and Saint handed her a leather jacket and a helmet. “What’s this?” she asked.

“It’s a jacket and helmet,” he said.

“While I can see that, I’m wondering why I need them,” admitted.

“We’re going to take my bike to the club,” Saint insisted.

“But you only got your cast off yesterday. Do you really think that’s a good idea?” asked. She didn’t want to push his recovery. If he wanted to get back to one hundred percent, he would need to continue to take it easy.

“It’s doctor approved,” Saint promised.

“Cross your heart?” asked.

Saint crossed his heart with his finger, “And hope to die.”

“I guess we can take your bike then. I’ve never been on a motorcycle. I could never afford one of my own, and unlike the other women in the Harlots, I’m kind of afraid of them, if I’m being honest.”

“You’ll be great,” Saint promised, “besides, all you have to do is wrap your arms and legs around me and hold on tight.”

“Well, I think that I can manage that,” she said.

“Good, then put on the jacket and helmet. I’ve also ordered a pair of leather boots for you. They are at the front door waiting for you to try on. I hope I got the right size,” he said. No guy had ever treated her like Saint did. Not only did he take care of her, he was protective and for the first time, in a long time, she felt safe—like nothing and no one would ever be able to touch her.

They both geared up and her new boots were not only kick ass, but they fit perfectly. Saint got on his bike first and started it and then motioned for to hop on the back. She did as he wanted and wrapped her arms around him, almost as though she was holding him in a chokehold.

“Not so tight, honey,” Saint said. “I need a little bit of mobility to drive.”

“Sorry,” she shouted over the engine.

“Ready?” He asked. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t ready, but she also knew that Saint wouldn’t ever put her in danger. She trusted him, and that wasn’t about to change now. She nodded and he took off out of the driveway, heading for Savage Hell.

The ride to the club was exhilarating and being wrapped around Saint while the bike hummed under her, was a complete turn-on. “How did you like it?” He asked, pulling off his helmet.

“I think that I liked it too much,” she admitted. handed him her helmet and he put it on the handlebars with his own.

“What does that mean?” Saint asked.

“It means this,” she rounded his body and straddled his lap. kissed him like she couldn’t get enough of Saint.

“We have an audience, honey,” he said. She turned around to find Vixen, Sprite, and Phoenix standing at the back door, all three smiling like crazy women at her.

“Shit,” she whispered.

“Right, we need to stick a pin in this until later. I have a feeling that they have a few questions, and I need to talk to Savage. Then, we can go home and pick up where we left off.”

“On the bike?” asked.

“On the bike,” Saint whispered into her ear, making her shiver.

“Tease,” she whispered back. Saint lifted her off his lap and put her on her feet next to the bike. Within seconds, the girls surrounded her asking a million questions. felt like her head was spinning and she knew that they wouldn’t let her go until she answered all their questions.

“Hey, how about we give a break,” Banshee insisted. “We can grab a few beers and find a quiet place to interrogate her.”

“Gee, thanks,” grumbled. She turned back to find Saint standing behind her.

“I’ll find you soon. I just need to talk to Savage and then, we can spend the rest of the night together.” He bobbed his eyebrows at her, causing the rest of the women to groan, as he walked into the back of the bar.

“Ahh, the carefree days of kids not being cock blockers all night,” Phoenix said.

“I’d love to tell you that you’re wrong, but I can attest to that being true,” Banshee agreed.

Banshee grabbed them all beers and told them to get settled in the back corner of the bar. grabbed the booth that they usually shared and braced herself for the questions that the girls were going to throw at her. Banshee set the tray of drinks on the table and slid into the booth next to .

“So, let’s have it,” Banshee ordered.

sighed, “You all have eyes and could see that Saint and I are together,” she said.

“Last time we saw you at your old apartment, you said that you two weren’t together,” Vixen reminded.

“Yeah, well, things can change. It happened a couple of weeks after I officially moved out of my apartment. I wasn’t lying when I told you that we weren’t together.” Since she had come clean with her friends, she hated thinking that they might never believe her again. didn’t want them to think that she had lied to them again.

“It’s okay,” Phoenix said. “You don’t have to worry about explaining yourself, babe. We believe you.”

“You do?” asked.

“Yep,” Sprite said, “I just have one question—are you happy?”

looked across the bar at Saint and smiled when he caught her sneaking a peek. “I am,” she admitted. “I didn’t think that I could be this happy, actually.”

“Oh my God,” Vixen breathed, “you’re in love.”

“Am not,” said, defiantly.

“Yeah, you are,” Phoenix insisted. sat back in the booth and sighed. Was she in love? How would she even know if she was? She didn’t have much experience with men, nor did she have anything to compare her feelings for Saint with.

“I have no idea what I am, but right now, all I know is that I like being with him. I’ll figure out the rest as I go,” said

Saint cleared his throat, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. How much of their conversation had he heard? hoped like hell that he didn’t hear the part about the girls saying that she was in love with him. She didn’t want her friends to scare him away, and had a feeling that admitting that she in fact did love him would have him running for the hills.

“Can I steal away?” Saint asked. “The clouds are looking nasty out there and I think we should head out since you don’t have any experience on a bike.” She giggled at how obvious Saint was being, and the rest of the women seemed to catch on.

“It looked like she was getting plenty of experience on your bike earlier,” Banshee teased. could feel her cheeks’ heat and Saint pulled her from the booth, into his arms.

“Missed you,” he whispered into her ear. Saint gently kissed her lips and damn it, the women around her seemed to swoon.

“Time to go,” she grumbled. “I’ll see you guys later,” she said to her friends.

“Don’t forget that we have church on Tuesday,” Banshee reminded. “We’re going to start working on the plans for our new clubhouse.”

“I can pick you up,” Phoenix offered.

“I can bring her in,” Saint said. “I have some business with Savage, and we were planning on meeting next week anyway.”

“Thanks for the offer, Phoenix,” she said. “I’ll call you if Saint changes his mind.” She and Saint quickly said their goodbyes and headed out to his bike. The sky was dark gray and worried that they wouldn’t make it back to Saint’s place before the storm hit.

“Let’s get a move on,” Saint ordered. “I want to get you and my bike home before this hits. Then, I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you over my bike. You good with that?” Saint asked. She shivered and eagerly nodded her agreement. had a feeling that even if she stayed with Saint forever, things would never get boring between the two of them.