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CHAPTER TWELVE

MADALYN

The sun is beating down on my bare back, the dress I am wearing fluttering in the gentle breeze as I run some errands before doing my grocery shopping. I'm also planning more events for the summer community festival at the library.

It has been going super well; the kids and their families are enjoying the free activities that are available to them. Target’s children were there with their mother and stepfather while they had fun, blowing bubbles and joining in with some games.

I have not seen or heard from Target in three days; even when I went to Grandpa Pete’s house, his bike was not parked outside.

His children Evie and Rex waved to me, their mom watching me with a close eye, but I did not put too much thought int it, as she has no reason to think anything bad of me.

I am just the lady who helped organize the library summer program.

Unless Target has told her about me. No, surely not, there is nothing to tell her.

Darian has been loving life, happier than usual and I know she is having hot steamy sex with Forge from Target’s club.

She took great pleasure in bragging about it over wine and snacks.

Most people hate that women have become more open about sexual activities, the words they use are degrading and awful.

I do not understand why men can sleep with random women but women cannot without carrying such societal hate.

Not that Darian cares, she will live her life as she sees fit.

As I walk through the town, the vibrant colors of summer seem to echo the happiness that bubbles within me. People are out enjoying the weather, eating ice cream, couples walk hand in hand, talking and smiling.

There are a few motorcycles that are parked outside of the tattoos shop, Rugged Ink, the sun bouncing off the chrome parts.

I will get a tattoo one day, maybe something for my parents. Darian has a few tattoos; I love the one that starts at her thigh and moves up onto her hip. She also has her nipples pierced, and I winced the day she had those done.

She says that they heighten her sexual arousal, but I think I will leave all of that stuff to her, I am not brave enough for that.

I visit the florist to buy some flowers to deliver to the retirement home, which I do once a month. Then I go to see old man Trevor who runs a local garden center, because I need some tips on my large back yard.

It is already nicely done, but I want to make it more my vibe— more modern with a splash of country charm.

Once everything is finished, I head into the supermarket to get some groceries to tie me over for the week. I also need to pick up come ingredients to make Grandpa Pete his favorite brownies.

Pushing the cart around, I smile at the locals.

“Oh, you are the lady who is helping the library with the summer activities?” an older lady asks when she steps into the aisle I am in.

“I am, yes.” I smile proudly.

Her smile matches mine. “My grandchildren have loved every day they have been there. Mu daughter said that they have learned so much from all the different kinds of projects that you have included. My granddaughter was showing me that she learned how to draw a flower that actually looked like a flower. Bless her heart, she was so proud of herself, as were we.”

With my hand on my heart, I smile. “That makes me so happy. It is why we wanted to help out this summer. If it is free then why not try it, then families are not wasting money.”

“I agree with you, dear. Thank you so much. Well, I had better get going and leave you to finishing your shopping.” She bids me a farewell and leaves.

Going through my list, I add things to my cart, nodding and smiling at more people. Doing this summer program has really put both Darian and me on the local’s radar, which is what we wanted. Plus, we got to help the library out.

“Madalyn?” I spin my head around to face the familiar voice calling my name.

I hold in a gasp seeing my ex-boyfriend with his heavily pregnant new girlfriend, walking toward me.

“I thought that was you. Wow, look at you.”

“I would rather you didn’t,” I snark off, before I can stop myself.

His smile falls from his face, he frowns then smirks, and I know what is about to happen will both hurt and piss me off all in one go.

“Still the same old, Madalyn, huh?” He looks into my cart, his smile widening. “Still single. Can’t say I am surprised. I think I lucked out here, babe.” He grins down at his new girl.

God, that grin used to work on me. How the hell did I let this douche seduce me?

“And I can’t say that I am surprised that you cheated on me, got her pregnant and had the freaking nerve to cry and whine about me dumping you. Then went right back to her, after I finally left. Grow a pair.” I go to turn but he stops me.

“I cheated because you were shit in the sack. All you ever did was fucking work, you never had time for me. So yeah, I looked elsewhere and we both know that I lucked out, got the better end of the deal. I mean, look at you. Shopping alone.” He kisses his girlfriend’s neck as she smirks at me like the cat that got the slimy canary.

I go to open my mouth, pushing down the sickly feeling that is rolling around in my tummy. I hear his voice and my nipples pebble before I see him, his voice sending a wave of lust through me.

“Baby, do you think this will be enough for tonight?” Target says, dropping packets of fresh ribs into the cart.

My hands grip the handle of the cart, as I tear my gaze away from the people in front of me, looking up into the darkest green eyes I have ever seen. My body tingles from his heated gaze, and the sounds of the supermarket fade way and it is like we are the only two people here.

His hands slip around my waist, landing on my hip, adding a little squeeze and I fight back a whimper from his intense gaze and touch.

He winks at me, making my tense body relax a little.

Looking into the cart, I smile widely at him, playing along.

“I think it should be okay, but you know what your brothers like to eat.”

“They will eat us out of house and home.” Target chuckles, leaning down to kiss the side of my head. “Oh, hey.” He finally looks up, recognizing that we are not alone.

Or he did it on purpose.

“Who are you?” Wayne asks, his body suddenly stiff.

I tilt my head, trying to work out his hostile reaction to Target. It could be that Target is dressed in his usual biker vibe, his cut sitting proudly on his shoulders.

“I’m Kohen, Mads’s boyfriend. Why, who are you? How do you know my woman?” Target’s voice is gruff, deep, and my nipples tingle from the sound.

Oh, God. What does he sound like when he is fucking?

Shit, I should not be thinking about that right now.

Wayne huffs an unhumorous laugh. “She doesn’t like being called ‘Mads’.” His smug look makes me want to hit him with a rack of baby ribs right to the face.

“She likes it when I call her Mads, don’t you, baby?”

Looking up at him, I smile and nod. “I do. Just you though, honey,” I add on at the end.

“Fuck, you know I like it when you call me ‘honey’.” To my surprise he leans down, covering my mouth with his, before his tongue slips across the seam of my lips.

He’s asking for me to open up to him, which I do obviously, I mean who wouldn’t want this man’s tongue inside of them, or any part of this man inside of them.

Fuck, I am getting hot and flustered.

He growls low in his throat, breaking the kiss.

“I need to get my woman home, I need me some of this,” Target mutters as he kisses my neck.

My eyes flutter closed, as his lips press to my skin.

“Fucking hell, Madalyn, we are in public. You were never like this with me,” Wayne hisses.

My eyes flash open, and I look between him and his girlfriend. She looks pissed at him for whining about our relationship, but Wayne is glaring at Target and me.

I feel Target tense next to me, and looking at him, I see him glaring at my ex.

“So you are the ex.” Target pulls to full height, keeping me close, his hand still on my hip.

“So, what of it?” Wayne puffs out his chest, which makes him look ridiculous.

He is no small man, but he is a wimp when it comes to confrontation. He is just under six-foot and has some muscle from the tennis that he plays but that is it.

“Nothing, my guy. I was going to thank you for fucking up, because now she is mine. I think I lucked out here.”

Wayne blinks at the words that Target uses, because it is what he just said to me minutes before.

“Wayne, we were never a good fit and I am sorry that it took me a while to work it out. You were always at work, yet blamed me for not having time for you. You would come home smelling of perfume, and now I know why.” I nod to his girl.

“You would cancel dinner plans even though you knew I was already at the restaurant. So do not play the victim here; I broke things off because I was at the end of trying with you. And you proved me right when as soon as I ended things, you ran to your side piece.”

“I am not his side piece, I am his fiancée, the mother of his child,” she snaps at me, making me laugh.

“No, now you are not his side piece, but then you were. I am sorry, but while he was sleeping with you, he was still sleeping with me,” I inform her, making her gasp.

Her angry gaze swings to my ex, she slaps him across his stomach.

“You told me she was not giving it up to you.” Anger and pain fill her voice and I almost feel sorry for her, but she chose to be with him knowing he was with me.

“Baby, she is lying. I swear it was only you I was fucking,” he begs, cupping her stomach.

I scoff, then Wayne swings his angry gaze toward me.

“You just fucking had to make things shit for me again, didn’t you? You can’t get a man of your own, so you have to ruin things for me?” he snaps.

Target steps forward an inch, making my ex’s eyes widen in fear.

“Watch you fucking mouth, motherfucker. You ruined shit for yourself when you stuck your no doubt pencil dick in her while still with Mads. I am her man, fuckface. So if you want to meet your new baby with all of your teeth in your head, I suggest that you fuck off now.” I shiver at the tone of Target’s voice.

I know that I should not be turned on by him threatening bodily harm to my ex, but damn, my panties are wet.

“Wayne, let’s just go; she is not worth it. You have me and the baby now.” The fiancée tries to pull him away.

“No way are you really her man, she is too uptight for a biker,” Wayne keeps going.

“Oh, believe me man, she is fucking tight.” Target does not miss a beat with his reply. “You clearly were not big enough to stretch her out, so thanks for that.” A smirk lines his perfect lips.

“You fucking?—”

“Wayne, stop. I want to go,” his fiancée begs.

“Listen to your girl, dude. Learn from your past mistakes,” Target tells him.

Wayne lets the woman drag him away from us after one final glare in my direction. I hide my smile until they are gone, then burst out laughing. I press my hands to my stomach, holding the aching muscles as I laugh.

I gasp for air, my body vibrating with laughter and Target stands there smirking at me, letting me have my moment.

I breathe out, then in, slowing my breathing down, before drying my watery eyes.

“I cannot remember the last time I saw Wayne so angry and flustered, it was so freaking funny. He was always so stiff and put together, then had the nerve to say that I was uptight,” I say, once my breathing has evened out.

“Baby, that man is fucked in the head for letting you go and the shit he was spewing—” He clicks his tongue “—He knows what he has lost, but fuck, it is my gain.” He winks at me.

My laughter dies and my cheeks fill with heat from the way he is looking at me and what his words insinuate.

“Your gain?” I inquire.

He nods, pressing even closer to me. The heat from his body ignites my own heat, my skin flush with arousal.

“I can smell how turned on you are, baby.” His low voice filled with desire ripples through me.

“If I could, I would bend you over and fuck you from behind making everyone close, including that deluded fuck of an ex, know that you belong to me.” My breathing is coming fast and deep, as my body tingles all over.

A wave of arousal floods my body at his words, along with him letting Wayne know that I am his. His intense eyes look deep into my soul and they find what they are looking for with the way his grin widens.

He must see my desire for what he just said in my eyes because he moves closer.

“You are a dirty fucking girl under all that sweetness aren’t you, Madalyn?” His lips brush the shell of my ear. “I like that.”

“Target.” I whimper his name.

“My name is Kohen, baby, you call me that when it is just us. I need my name on your lips when I make you come.” My breath catches, making his lips twitch with satisfaction.

It is like time stands still around us, as he watches me watch him. My body is alive for this man and he has barely touched me.

He kisses the corner of my mouth, my eyes fluttering closed from the contact.

“I believe you still owe me a date, Miss Sanders.” He chuckles as he steps away from me, leaving me dumfounded, before he disappears. He walks away like he did not just defend me to my ex, make sexual promises, and then acquire a date from me.

I come to my senses after a beat, touching my fingers to my lips where his touched mine for a brief second. He makes me want things that I have read about, but he is also making me believe that I can have someone who wants me as much as he has shown he does.

Damn, that man is good.

But can I trust another biker?