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Demi

The pounding bass from the arena vibrates through the office walls. “I would have figured these walls would be soundproof,” I say out loud as I shift in Klutch’s lap.

“No need for that when it’s always so fucking loud out there,” my man replies, locking his strong arms around my waist.

“Nobody ever said anything about the screaming,” Pee Wee adds before smirking down at McKenna who is perched like a doll on his massive thighs.

My nose wrinkles. Gross. That’s the last thing I want to hear about.

McKenna catches the look on my face and throws her head back and laughs.

The sight of them together has taken some getting used to. My best friend is sort of with one of the most intimidating members of the Bastard Saints MC. I say sorta because he’s also a married man with a wife and kid at home.

“Nervous about tonight?” I ask, giving my man my full attention.

He snorts, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Baby, I’ve been doing this shit for years. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”

Maybe so, but it’s still new to me. And I hate the thought of anything happening to him. My heart squeezes in my chest at the thought.

“Hey,” his voice is gentle.

I look up at him and admit, “Watching you fight in that cage scares me.”

His caramel eyes, usually so intense, soften when they connect with mine.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Blue. It’s Benny the Bulldog you should be worrying about,” he says with a wink. “I’m gonna beat the fucking brakes off his ass tonight.”

Pee Wee leans forward in his chair and McKenna’s arms loop around his neck to keep from being dumped onto the floor. “You better kick that fucker’s ass. I’ve got ten G’s riding on you, brother.”

My lips turn down. Here I am worried about him getting hurt, and his VP is worried about losing money. We are not the same. Not. At. All.

All I want is for the people I love most in this world to be safe.

Thinking of the people I love most, my heart does another squeeze.

It’s been two months since my father was murdered.

Two months since I learned what Klutch was capable of when someone threatens those he loves.

Two months of grieving, healing, and slowly finding my way in a world without my dad in it.

It hasn’t been easy but I’m not alone. My man has been a constant, showing me every day that he’s got my back.

In a few weeks we’ll be making the trip down south to Jacksonville to spread his ashes.

Klutch promised that just before Thanksgiving when the tourist season dies down we’ll go.

“How’s the kitchen remodel coming?” Pee Wee asks, breaking into my thoughts. “Got those cabinets installed yet?”

Klutch groans beneath me. “Don’t even get me fucking started. The contractor’s dragging his feet. Might have to pay him a visit.”

“Don’t you dare,” I warn, giving him a pointed look. “We already had to find a new plumber after you scared the last one.”

“He was overcharging us,” Klutch defends, but I can see the hint of a smile playing at his lips.

At this rate the house is never going to be finished.

The house—our house—is a cute three-bedroom ranch that Klutch bought outright a month ago.

It’s perfect in my eyes, but Klutch is a perfectionist and insists on updating everything from the floors to the fixtures.

It’s our first real home together, and despite the chaos of constant renovations, it already feels more like home than any place I’ve ever lived.

The only downfall is the location—specifically, our next-door neighbor situation. In what has to be the universe’s idea of a cosmic joke, we live next door to Diana, Pee Wee’s wife. Yes, wife.

Can you say awka-awkward?

The situation of my best friend sleeping with a married man who happens to be our neighbor’s husband is something straight out of a dang soap opera.

I had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting Diana while bringing our garbage can up from the street last week.

She’s a tall blonde with perfect teeth and a permanent sneer, who made it abundantly clear she knows exactly who I am and who I’m with.

According to Klutch, Pee Wee pays for the house she lives in with their two kids, Brody and Bailey, but he doesn’t actually stay there himself.

Apparently their marriage is one of obligation.

Meaning Pee Wee felt obligated to marry Diana when she got pregnant with their son 13 years ago.

That doesn’t explain their 11 year old daughter though.

So apparently there wasn’t always trouble in paradise.

Rumor has it that Pee Wee only stays married to Diana for the kids’ sake and out of obligation. While I initially thought Pee Wee was an asshole for cheating on his wife, after seeing Diana in action and hearing more of their history, I get it.

Not that I approve, but I kind of understand.

As Klutch so bluntly put it. “In this life, a brother’s personal business is his own, and you need to stay out of it.” Message received, loud and clear.

The announcer’s voice in the other room booms through the speakers, calling the next fighters to prepare. Klutch pats my hip, signaling it’s time.

“Gotta go get ready, Blue,” he says, his voice dropping to that low rumble that still makes my stomach flip. He lifts me effortlessly, setting me on my feet before standing.

“Be careful,” I tell him, knowing full well he won’t be.

He grins, that sexy, cocky smile that first caught my attention months ago, and leans down to capture my lips in a kiss that’s as much a promise as it is a goodbye. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with intent.

“I’ll collect my other prize later,” he promises with a smirk that sends heat rushing to my cheeks.

“Kick some ass, brother,” Pee Wee calls as Klutch heads for the door.

I watch him go, still amazed sometimes that this beautiful man is mine.

It’s hours later when we’re finally walking through the side door into our kitchen.

I’m a little jazzed from all the excitement and Klutch is still riding the high of his victory.

He didn’t just win, he destroyed Benny the Bulldog in the second round with a knockout that had the entire arena on their feet.

The door barely closes behind us before Klutch has me pinned against it, his lips crashing down on mine with a hunger that steals my breath. His hands are everywhere at once—in my hair, cupping my face, sliding down my sides to grip my hips.

“Told you I’d collect my prize,” he growls against my lips as he tugs at the hem of my top.

I raise my arms, letting him pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside. My bra follows quickly, his calloused fingers making quick work of the clasp. The cool door against my back and his heated skin against my front sends shivers racing up my spine.

“Klutch,” I gasp as his mouth moves to my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, hands sliding down to unbutton my jeans. “And all fucking mine.”

“Yes,” I moan.

In one quick motion, he grabs the back of my thighs and hoists me up.

My arms and legs snake around him, holding on tight.

He carries me to our kitchen table and sets me down on the wooden surface.

Eyes holding mine, he grabs hold of the waistband of my jeans and tugs.

I lean from side to side, helping him shimmy my panties and jeans off.

His eyes lock with mine as he spreads my thighs, and the intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch. “Beautiful,” he says, his voice reverent as he squats down and licks a slow swipe up my center.

My head falls back, a moan escaping my lips as his talented tongue works me over. He knows exactly how to touch me, where to press, when to suck. It’s maddening and perfect, and I’m already racing toward the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, sliding two fingers inside me as his tongue circles my clit. “Come for me.”

The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my back arching off the table as pleasure crashes over me. Before I can even catch my breath, Klutch has his jeans shoved down to his thighs and is stroking his rock hard cock.

I bite my lip. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. My man is so damn hot. How in the hell is he even real?

His body is a masterpiece of sculpted muscle and beautiful ink, and despite seeing it in all its glory every day, the sight of him naked and hard for me still makes my mouth go dry.

“Love when you look at me like that.” His voice is rough.

My eyes jump to his. “I need you.”

A deep growl rumbles from his chest.

The bruises from tonight’s fight are already forming on his ribs, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care as he positions himself at my entrance.

“Ready for me?” he asks, though we both know the answer.

“Always,” I breathe, reaching for him.

He runs the tip of his cock through my juices and surges forward, filling me in one powerful thrust.

“Klutch!” I cry out his name.

The stretch, the fullness of him inside me. It’s exquisite.

“That’s it, baby. Let the neighbors know who owns this pussy.” My man fucks me hard, setting a punishing pace, his hips snapping against mine, each thrust driving me closer to the edge again.

Just as I reach the edge, about to come, he pulls out suddenly.

“No!” I plead.

Before I can ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing by stopping when I’m so close, he yanks me off the table onto my feet, spins me around and bends me over the table.

His hands grab onto my hips with a grip I know will leave bruises.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarls, filling me with a brutal force that drives the breath from my lungs. His hips piston harder and faster.

“You! I belong to you.”

The new angle has him hitting that perfect spot inside me, and it’s not long before I’m teetering on the brink again. “Klutch, please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m begging for.

One of his hands slides up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my spine. “Come on my cock, Blue,” he commands, his thrusts erratic as he nears his own release.

The command in his voice, the feeling of his hand in my hair, and him moving inside me—it’s all too much.

I shatter around him, my walls clenching as pure ecstasy consumes me. He follows a moment later, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spills inside me.

For a long moment, we stay like that, both struggling to catch our breath. Finally, he pulls out gently, turning me to face him. The tenderness in his eyes in contrast with the rough way he just took me.

“I love you,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

In this moment, with his eyes locked on mine and his body still pressed against me, I know with absolute certainty that I’ve found where I belong. It’s not a place. Not this house we’re renovating or this city we live in. It’s him. It’s us.

“I love you too,” I whisper, lifting up on my tippy-toes to kiss him softly.

My life is different now. I’m in love with an outlaw biker who killed my father’s murderer. Maybe that makes us monsters, but we fit perfectly together. He’s dangerous and protective, bossy and tender. And me? I’m stronger than I ever thought possible, braver than I ever knew I could be.

Life isn’t perfect. It’s messy and complicated and sometimes painful.

But as Klutch scoops me up in his arms and carries me down the hall to our bedroom, I know down to my soul that I wouldn’t change a single thing.

Because he’s my beautiful monster.

And I’m his kryptonite.

The End.