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CHAPTER EIGHT

MADALYN

Blinking against the light that is streaming into my bedroom, I groan.

My head is throbbing like someone let a hyperactive bat loose inside, and my stomach rolls, making the copious amounts of alcohol want to make an appearance. Turning my head to the side, I take in the window and my heart stops in my chest when I notice that I am not in my bedroom.

Instead of my mint green curtains that cover my windows, there are dark grey ones that flap in the breeze from an open window.

With my body frozen, I look around, seeing that this is definitely not my room.

I take in the dark wooden furniture, and the men’s clothing that hangs in an open-concept wardrobe.

Lifting the bedding off me, I see that I am in my strapless bra and panties; so much for small mercies.

“Where the hell am I?” I murmur.

An arm snakes across my body, tightening, making me flinch and I let out a squeal but before I can move, a deep sleep-filled voice sounds.

“Go back to sleep, baby; it is way too fucking early.”

My eyes bug out of my head, turning to see a sleeping Target next to me.

“What the fuck?” I gasp out while trying and failing to escape him as he tightens his hold.

“Fuck, babe, I can hear you freaking. Shush it, yeah, my head is killing me.” He groans then kisses my shoulder like it is the most natural thing to do.

I hold in a moan that is threating to escape at the feel of his warm lips while my internal self is freaking the hell out that I am practically naked in his bed.

An image flashes of him kissing all over my body, making me whimper and tingle.

In a flash I am on my back, with Target looming over me, his hands on either side of my shoulders. His eyes are lazy with sleep, but I can see the sexual intensity in them. Dark eyes meet mine, then his gaze drops to my mouth, then lower.

He can see my nipples pressing against the thin material of my bra, my chest heaving with each breath I take. Arousal floods my body.

Biting the corner of my bottom lip, a growl comes from him and he shifts so his hips are settled between my legs.

“You are naked?” I call out in shock, feeling his naked body between my thighs.

The corner of his mouth tilts up, flashing me a row of straight white teeth.

“I am wearing my boxer briefs,” he states.

“That is still not enough clothing, Target.”

“Kohen. My woman calls me Kohen when we are alone and in bed.” He winks.

“Y-your woman,” I splutter.

He drops his head, kissing my lips softly before pulling back to gauge my reaction. With wide eyes, I take him in. God, he is sexy and handsome with a rugged edge to him.

His lips are plump, and even for a brief moment they felt so good pressed against me. Images of last night come flooding back: Flirting, shots being drunk like they were going out of fashion, then Target and his club brothers arriving.

My eyes widen when the realization comes back to me that he is not married.

He smiles, his body lowering onto mine, and his hand comes up touching my face.

“Is the information I told you last night coming back to you, beautiful?” I nod.

“I saw you kiss her, Target.” I refuse to even consider being with a man who still has feelings for another woman.

His ex-wife to boot. I saw how she looked at him; even if she is married to another man, she still feels something for him and it is not worth the risk to my heart to start something with him.

“Kohen.” He arches a brow.

“Kohen.” I sigh. “Can you move off of me, please? I cannot speak when you are all naked and pressed against me.”

His grin widens, showing his ego has been well and truly stroked.

He flexes, his hips pressing into the apex of my thighs, making me moan. Damn it.

“I think you like me pressed against you, baby.” I shake my head, and he presses forward again. “Stop lying to yourself, baby.”

“I am not lying,” I say weakly as my panties are dampened.

He chuckles, which makes his body shake, and I can feel how rock-hard his dick is between us. Oh my, he is huge from what I can feel, bigger than I have had before, not that there have been many.

“Your body is saying otherwise, baby. Your eyes have dilated. Your tits are heaving with each harsh breath, and I can feel your body vibrating with the need to have my cock buried deep inside of you.”

“Stop.” I close my eyes, letting the feel of his hot skin settle into my bones.

“Never. I want to claim you, Mads.” Why does the sound of him shortening my name please me?

“Claim me, but why, you barely know me.” My voice drops to an almost whisper.

Shit, I can’t be a biker’s woman again.

He kisses me instead of answering, his cock twitching between us.

My body burns like an inferno for him. I have read all about how bikers claim their women and I have even read in some books that they have to have sex with their woman in front of the entire club and that is not something that I am prepared to do.

I think.

Breaking the kiss, I press my head deeper into the pillow.

“Why me, Kohen? I saw the club girls, they are way freaking hotter than me. Hell, your wife is a walking supermodel, for crying out loud.”

“Ex-wife, Mads. Ruth is hot yes, but fuck, baby, it’s you that I see taking my cock, not her.

The club girls are easy and I am not into that shit anymore.

Yes, I used to fuck them when needed, not going to hide that from you, but hell that gets old really fucking quick.

Some brothers like the easy pussy. Me? I like someone with fire, a woman who will challenge me, not give in to my every word. You know someone like that?” He smiles.

“Yeah, Darian. My bestie. That is not me. I own an event planning business, Target, I am boring. I read in my spare time and I watch cooking shows.” I try my best to deter the man but he is not having any of it.

“So, you can cook?” he asks.

“Not a damn thing. I burn water, but I love watching how others cook. It is soothing.”

He laughs at my answer, which is the wrong thing to do because it makes his body rub against mine.

Damn this statue of hotness.

“I guess it is a good thing that I cook, then.”

“You cook?” I am shocked by his admission, though I should not be since he has kids.

“Can’t keep feeding my kids Happy Meals, babe. They like home-cooked meals.”

“Wow.” He chuckles, leaning in to kiss me again.

This time, I let my hands move on their own, making their own mind up that they want to explore his body. His smooth skin feels amazing beneath my fingertips. He is hot and hard, yet smooth and soft at the same time.

His body is a work of art, and I love seeing what I have so far.

His tongue tangles with my own, making him growl into my mouth, while he presses his body down onto mine. When his abdomen collides with mine I moan into his mouth, loving the feel of his hot body.

“Need to see you come, need to feel you, baby.” He groans, moving his lips down my jaw and the onto my neck, sucking on the skin.

My back arches off the bed, pressing into him, and he growls.

Kohen leans to the side, keeping his lips attached to my neck, his fingertips skimming along my skin, cupping each breast in turn, tugging on my nipples.

“Oh,” I breathe out, a hot sensation rushing through my body when his hand slides beneath the material of my panties, finding me wet and needy for him.

“Damn, you are dripping for me.” Slowly, his fingers push through my swollen lips, before he moves them in a circular motion at my soaked entrance.

“Kohen.” I pant.

“Fuck, I love my name on your lips. I will give you what you need, baby.” He slips one finger into me, making me gasp, then he adds another.

“Oh, god,” I whimper.

“Going to make you come, so you soak my palm, Mads. Give me your first orgasm.”

He finger fucks me fast, pulling harsh breaths out of me. He brings his head up, watching me with such intensity, I can feel with each passing second that stare deep in my soul. So much so that I come, my body locking up, stealing any sound from me.

He growls, biting his lip, riding out my climax with me, before in a blink his hand is gone. He reaches into the material of his boxer briefs, pulling his hard cock out and starts to jerk off.

His fist is tight around his shaft as he pumps himself and holy shit, it is so hot to watch.

Taking in the sight before me, I bask in the afterglow of my own climax while watching this insanely hot man chase his own orgasm as he watching me.

“Fucking love your eyes on me, baby. Going to come, coating you with my seed.” He grunts, then I feel the hot spurt of his cum on my stomach and pussy.

“Oh, god that is hot,” I whimper, my body tingling again.

He looks down at his mess, running a finger through the white liquid, rubbing it into my skin. My nipples pebble at the sight.

I am oddly weirded out that I like something like that.

The realization comes crashing down onto me like a ten story building, and I gasp, leaping from the bed. I pick up a discarded shirt off the floor cleaning my body then quickly pulling on my top and skirt from last night.

Avoiding his gaze, which I know is one filled with an arrogant smirk, I find all of my things. I head for the door, trying to keep my rapidly beating heart from giving out on me and sending me to the freaking morgue.

“I am not this person. Someone who just did that with someone she hardly knows. I have to go.” I grip onto the door handle, pulling it open when his voice stops me.

“There is nothing wrong with what we just did, Madalyn. I don’t regret any second of it and I plan on doing it again. And again. And again.” I shake my head at his words.

“I will see you soon, baby.”

I rush through the door, ignoring the amused gazes of some of the members. Reaching outside I call an Uber and get ready to tear Darian apart for letting this happen. Yep, I am blaming her for all of this.

My so-called bestie has a lot of explaining to do.