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“I ...want you to fuck me, Pat,” she said.

And she didn’t get a chance to say another word as for the first time in her life, she was kissed.Pat was not gentle.This was a passionate kiss, and ended up with her back to the door.Her heart raced as he ravished her mouth.This is what a kiss was meant to feel like.

He took control, licked across her lips, and Ava couldn’t help but moan as she opened her mouth and he took complete and full advantage.He tasted like mint and chocolate, one of her favorite combinations.The kiss made her nipples ache, and she felt a rush of warmth between her thighs.She gripped his waist, kissing him back.

Ava didn’t know what she was doing, so she went with her gut, moaning his name as she did.

“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” Pat said.He broke the kiss, pressing his lips to her head.“But soon.I will be here soon.”

With that, he kissed her lips, and then within a blink of an eye, he was gone.

Bernice had already gone to lay on her bed.The moment she had seen and sensed it was Pat, she had settled right down.

Ava touched her swollen lips.Pat had kissed her.She had told him she wanted to be with him.She had no idea what was going on in her head.There was no offer off a future.Just sex.She was a virgin, who up until tonight had never even been kissed.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.”

And it felt so very good.

Chapter Six

The Chaos and CarnageMC took out six more close locations the cartel were known for.Pat assisted in four of them.The other two were dealt with by Bull and Grant.By the end of the week, they were no closer to finding the hit man than before.

No more hits had taken place.No more elusive bombs.Everything was quiet.

William Ranford had disappeared.Probably to go and figure out his army.

Pat was sitting at the bar, staring at his dark amber whiskey, not trying to think of the blonde he had kissed last Saturday night.

“You know, you’re looking mighty glum for a guy who is fucking lucky,” Rusty said, coming to sit at the counter with him.

“Lucky?”Pat asked.

“Yep, lucky.”Rusty tipped his beer to his lips and took a long drink.

Pat looked at his whiskey and then turned toward his club brother.“My bike was blown up, we were almost blown up, and you think that is lucky?”