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CHAPTER SEVEN

TARGET

Hot water sluices over my body as I shower after working in the sun all day. The garage is finally caught up, except Madalyn’s car.

I will start on hers tomorrow.

The image of her today, dropping into the garage, shocked to see me, the way her lips parted, made my cock happy.

Her legs looked fucking delicious in those damned shorts she wore and the T-shirt that molded to her big tits had my mouth watering.

Fisting my dick I jerk him, making sure to squeeze tightly so my balls tingle. My breathing picks up the pace, my heart hammering in my chest as I imagine Madalyn on her knees, the water running over the curve of her back, while she sucks my cock.

Her moans bouncing off the walls.

Her lips welcoming me deeply.

“Oh, fuck.” I grunt as my balls let go, cum spurting all over the green tiles of my shower before washing down the drain with the water.

“I need that woman under me.” Shaking off my orgasm, I climb out, dry off and sort my hair before pulling on clean jeans, a black T-shirt then my socks and boots. Collecting my stuff, I meet the brothers in the main room.

“We are ready to find some fresh pussy, brothers,” Forge calls out.

“What are we, chopped liver?” Jasmine bitches from her stool at the bar.

“Nope, chopped liver is nice.” He smirks, making people laugh.

Most of the brothers are tired of the used pussy of the club girls, so they are looking anywhere but here.

“Alright fuckers, let’s go. I need a fucking whiskey.”

We leave, mounting our bikes. Even with the plan being to drink, we know that our babies will be brought home safely for us.

The brothers are looking to get their dicks wet tonight. I am just happy to sit and observe, sorting through images of Madalyn, and thinking of ways to get close to that woman.

The days are gone when I fucked random women. Yeah I hook up with Savage now and then, but he knows the score between us, and I have not tapped that in a while now.

We enter the bar, music is blasting from the live band that is playing and if I am being honest, they are pretty good. Maybe I can book them to come to the clubhouse for the next celebration.

My skin prickles as I step further into the room. The place is jumping, packed to the fucking rafters. The bar is four deep, every table and seat is filled, plus people are standing and the dance floor is crammed.

Fire code violation, fuck me.

We push our way through, which is not hard since most people move out of our way when they see our cuts. The Rugged Skulls MC is not a 1% club but we are known for handling shit when we need to.

“Fuck me. We are in fresh pussy heaven, brothers,” Forge calls out, bouncing like a kid in a candy store as he goes.

I scan the people around us, as we force our way to the bar, pissing off some frat looking fuckers.

“We were here first, wait your turn, dude,” one of them says, trying to act big in front of his friends and the women who are with them.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” I nod to the women. “If you are looking for real men to dick you tonight, come find us.” I wink, before turning my back on the stiff fucker, and signaling to Ozzy, the owner of the bar.

The brothers laugh, taking a stance next to me, and showing solidarity, not that I need it. I can handle this stuck up motherfucker on my own, I just do not want to get blood on my clean shirt tonight, so I will let Savage deal with him.

“Shots all round, Oz, and five beers, please,” I state, and he nods.

“Hey, you can’t just cut the line, proposition my girl, and then turn your back on me, you prick.”

I look over my shoulder, seeing him puffing out his chest, making me grin. Adjusting my body, I lean my forearm on the bar with a grin firmly in place, and I see a flash of fear in his eyes.

It is not me this fucker needs to be worried about, I am one of the cooler members of the club, but cross me and believe that no fucker ever finds your body.

“It seems that I just did, but do not worry, my friend, I am not into stuck up pussy.” The women gasp and I chuckle, followed by my brothers.

“Hey, man, watch what you say about my girl.” He shoves my shoulder.

I look to his hand that touched me, but before I can react, Savage has his hand twisted to a point where it might snap.

“Hands off the VP,” he growls.

He whimpers, the girl scream, and his friends back off, except one who tries to pull the douche free.

Before I can speak, I see a flash of sparkle out of the corner of my eye. I look between my brothers, and see the woman who has been the lead in all of my fantasies the past few days.

My grin widens and my cock jerks behind my zipper.

“Brothers, I am needed over there.” I point to Madalyn, and they chuckle. “Deal with this cunt and come join me. I think tonight just got a whole lot fucking better.”

I walk away, but I feel my brothers at my back.

“He wasn’t worth the effort but these ladies might be,” Forge chimes in, bounding ahead of me.

He reaches the table where Madalyn sits with another girl who is fucking stunning, but has nothing on the woman I want. He talks to the women, making them smile, but doesn’t move to sit with them; he knows to wait for me.

Respect and loyalty and everything with the club.

Madalyn looks over his shoulder, and I have to fucking hope she is looking for me. When her gaze lands on me I grin. Winking at her makes her cheeks tint pink and it hits my dick like a shot of adrenaline.

I step to the table, pushing into the booth, which forces Mads to move across the seat. Her gasp when my thigh touches hers makes me smile.

I love that she reacts this way to my touch and fuck me, all I can think about is making her cry out in pleasure, while I pound into her, sucking on her nipple, and making her gasp while breathing my name.

With my dick pulsing in my pants, I lean in, making sure that my lips brush the outer shell of her ear.

“You look fucking amazing.” I smell her, and goose bumps pebble across her skin. “You smell fucking delicious too and I bet you taste just as sweet.”

My breath fans across her neck, and the proximity sets my nerves on fire. The air between us is charged, and I can feel her own breath picking up speed at me being this close. She responded to me this way the other two times we have interacted too, even though she fights it.

I can’t help but let my fingers brush against her arm, her skin like silk, eliciting a shiver that runs through her entire body. I know she feels it too – the undeniable sexual tension between us.

“You can’t say things like that to me.” Her voice is so quiet only I hear it.

I tune out my brothers flirting with her friend.

The tremor that vibrates through her is like a stroke to my ego, but it is not the only thing that needs stroking.

“I can say and I will if I get that look in your eyes every time you look at me.” I drop my lips to her neck, kissing and adding the tip of my tongue for extra feeling.

A shiver rushes through her, her thighs tense up, showing how much she is liking my touch.

It is gone in a flash, her body goes stone cold, and she pulls back from me.

“No. Let me out, please?” Her voice is like fucking ice.

“What the hell just happened?” I ask, frowning.

She pushes at my thigh. “Please, move.”

I do as she says, ignoring the looks from my brothers. As I watch her push past me, heading toward the back, I see Savage glaring, but Rogue is smirking; he thinks I am crashing out.

Slapping the back of his head as I pass, I chase after my girl, because fuck me she will be mine by the end of the night. I push through the crowd, ignoring the women as they step into my path; I even have my butt fucking pinched. What the hell?

If I did that to some chick I would be arrested. Talk about double standards.

I push through the doors that lead to the outside patio of the bar, the night heat slapping me in the face like a fucking fire stick.

I find Madalyn leaning forward, with both of her hands resting on the rail in front of her, looking out across the manmade lake that sits at the back of the property.

“Why did you follow me, Target?” Her voice is softer than it was inside. Almost resigned, but I have no fucking idea why.

“I want to know what had you turning into the Ice Queen inside.”

Leaning my hip against the rail next to her, I move close enough that I can smell her sweet lemon scent and it is enough to drive me fucking wild.

Her rust-colored eyes meet mine, her face passive. It’s like she is afraid to answer my question, not wanting to see my reaction. Leaning in, I kiss her bare shoulder, and she whimpers at the touch, before stepping back.

“STOP IT. You cannot do that, Target. Oh my god, you are making me the other woman, for fucks sake. Why is that men as hot as you always think that you can get away with cheating? You are hurting your wife and your kids. My ex shacked up with his other woman when I broke things off with him and now they are having a baby not even six months after I ended it. Like come the fuck on. Hell, she was fucking pregnant when we were together, no wonder he jumped right back into her bed. She was waiting for him, but fuck no. I will not be that person. God, bikers are all the fucking same. I learned my lesson and it is one I do not want to repeat.” She is panting after her rant is finished, but hell, my fire for her is burning and I need to taste her.

Gripping her face, I slam my lips onto hers making her yelp, giving me access to her mouth.

My tongue tangles with hers, making her moan when she kisses me back. Her hands grip my belt, holding me in place, like she is momentarily stunned that she is kissing me.

My cock is hard as steel between us, pressing against her stomach, as I devour her mouth.

She snaps herself away from me, panting. Her hand goes to her mouth, and she looks at me with wide wild eyes, but I see her arousal shining back at me. Smirking, I step closer but she backs up again.

“Stop. You are married.”

“Baby, I am not married.”

She is shaking her head.

“Yes you are. I saw you with her. She came to collect your kids, or maybe they are not your kids. Hell, I do not know, but they called her ‘Mommy,’ then you kissed her.”

I can’t help but laugh at her word vomit, making her scowl at me, crossing her arms in front of her body.

“Do not laugh at me, Target,” she snaps.

I fucking love her fire. Gone is the shy girl from the first day we met, and the blushing woman in my dreams. Standing in front me is a woman ready to cut me at the knees, and is fanning the fire inside of me.

“Damn, I fucking want you.” I grin, my cock throbbing between my legs.

“NO!” she cries.

I pin her against the wall that she backed herself up to, grinning like a fucking cat that got the canary.

“Baby, I am not married. Not anymore. Those kids were mine. They are twins. Rex and Emmi. I am still good friends with their mom, and nothing will change that.” I add the last part with a firmness to my voice so there no dispute that she does not know what Ruth means to me.

“But you kissed her.” Her voice is quieter now.

Her breathing has calmed, but I see it hitch when I bring my hand up to cup her jaw, my thumbs brushing over her bottom lip that is swollen from our kiss.

“I did.” I nod. “I have a very close relationship with Ruth, not only for the kids’ sake but we still have a connection, but, baby, I am not sleeping with her. I haven’t touched her in nine years.”

“How old are the twins?” I grin at her question; she is trying to work it out.

“They are ten.” I grin. “If it makes you feel better, Ruth is remarried to a great man, and they have a baby of their own.”

Her body sags, making my smile wider, seeing that she is finally getting it.

“So, you are single?” I nod.

“I am.”

“You are a biker.”

“I am.” I grin.

“Okay. Good. I mean, you are free to go and date whoever you want.” It is like she is muttering to herself and me at the same time.

Her eyes are on my VP patch, while she bites her lip. She ranted about how she has learned her lesson with bikers. What does that mean?

“I can.”

She huffs then straightens her shoulders, looking me square in the eyes.

“Well, I am glad that we cleared that up, but now I am going to rescue my friend and finish off drinking the night away.”

I step back and let her walk back inside, but I am hot on her heels because there is no way I am letting her and her friend drink until they black out when I am not around. I know how fucked up some men can be.

Now I get to enjoy my night seeing Madalyn lose herself in the alcohol and the music, seeing a different side to her. Let’s hope she thanks me in the morning.