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  “I think it’s the thrill of the hunt. Men are aggressive by nature, and once we devour our prey, we’re off on the next hunt.”

  “It’s more than that. She challenges me...inspires me like no other girl.”

  “She’s toxic,” he said.

  “Try....intoxicating.”

  He threw his arms up in the air. “Okay, I give up. I think you’ve lost your mind because all you think of is the crazy sex you’ll get.”

  “Crazy in the best way possible. But she’s not a whore. Crazy, yes. Loose? No. She doesn’t sleep around. She’s just wild and carefree.”

  He nodded. “Selene’s like a wild horse that can’t be broken.”

  “I’ll break her. You can count on that.”

  He chuckled. “You tame her? Good luck. Besides, the wild ones are rarely relationship material anyway.”

  “Who says I’m looking for a relationship?”

  Dane was cut short by my father yelling. "Lucas. Get your dumb, worthless ass in here and turn the fan on. What the fuck are you doing? Jacking off to love songs in there? Stupid kids nowadays thinking life has something to offer."

  "Sorry, dude." Dane pressed his fingers to his mouth and averted his gaze as I handed him the beer and walked out.

  "For what? You didn't marry the piece of shit and birth me."

  ***

  The wind felt good as it pulled my t-shirt tightly against me. The ride to Jeffery's place was no more than twenty minutes, but it was a solid twenty minutes of watching the world fly by my bike. Dane had to stop and pick up a few people, so I was on my own, which was perfect.

  Nightfall had cooled the day off and the moon was big and full as it sat high above his head. The vintage Harley between my legs was a gift I had saved up the last four years for. A few weeks before graduation, the guys at the bar pulled together the last thousand dollars and helped me get it.

  No one had ever gotten me anything. It was one of the only times in my life I'd gotten choked up, but I had. The old farts and sweet butts had made it a point to bring it up daily since.

  A smile lifted my mouth under my helmet and my heart soared with the promise of what was to come.

  Where most of the kids from our graduating class were preparing for college or the police force, I was looking at eventually owning my own bike shop. I had been in love with hogs for as long as I could remember. They were the escape I needed. Several of the old guys in town who owned shops would call me in to help when they were overworked or something new and trendy would end up on the list.

  I would be a part of the Stone Wolves MC club, which was the burning desire of my heart. The guys had been a large part of my upbringing and had picked me up on more than one occasion when my dad beat me senseless for no reason.

  There were no secrets between me and several of the guys in the club. My spot was saved for the day when I finally earned it. I didn't want any more handouts, and the guys seemed good with that. They would accept me as one of their patched members the minute I fulfilled the duties and obligations expected of a Stone Wolf.

  I pulled up to the party and parked my bike under the coverage of the road, noticing a bright pink crotch rocket sitting not far from where I stood.

  How long had I been watching the pretty daughter of the biggest piece of shit in town? My whole high school career for sure. She was perfect from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Long, dark, silky black hair, almond colored skin, big green eyes and a mouth that made my body harden if I looked at it a second too long.

  Her hands and wrists were adorned in far too much jewelry, but I didn't mind. She was so rough and aggressive; perhaps the small things that softened her were more for her to remember she was a woman than for anyone else.

  I moved up toward the bonfire and caught sight of her standing by herself. Her jeans hugged her hips and spread across the thick curve of her rear, leaving my stomach tensing and a growl rolling through my chest.

  Behave. She's not on the market and even if she was... You hate her daddy with a passion.

  I was going to get my ass kicked out of the Stone Wolves before I even got invited in. There was nothing a Stone Wolf hated more than a Black Heart, which was Selene's future. Her father was the head of a club that acted far more like a death-and-disease spreading mafia than a true MC.

  She turned as if she could hear my thoughts. A cocky grin lifted her lips. "You're late."

  My eyes moved down the white and pink tank top that clung to her perky tits and left a little bit of cleavage on display. She was by far the most beautiful, sensual girl in the whole fucking town.

  Hell, the world. Don't fuck this up. Please don't fuck this up, Luck.

  "I'm right on time, actually. I don't think I gave you a time." I stopped in front of her, leaving a little bit of space as I tilted my chin down a little, wanting to fully take her in again and again.

  "Like what you see?" She scoffed and lifted a beer bottle to her pretty red lips. "Most boys are subtle about eye-fucking someone. Do I need to teach you how it's done?"

  "Most guys haven't waited four years to approach the girl who tears up their nights and promises things no girl could possibly come through on." I shrugged and plucked the beer from her hand. "Not even you, Lena."

  She chuckled and turned, her smile reaching her eyes as she seemed to spot something she liked.

  I glanced in the direction of her attention and took another step closer before handing her the beer back. "Whatcha see?"

  "Zach's here with his supplies. I want ink." She took the beer and licked the rim before moaning softly.

  The sound drove a spike into the center of me as my cock stirred, pulsing with hopeful anticipation of being ridden, long and hard.

  I swallowed and forced myself to chill. I’d been with lots of girls, but nobody ever captured my heart like Selene. There was never a shortage of the pretty girls who had taken up so many of my nights over the last four years. Yet, I only fantasized about one. She invaded my thoughts and dreams all the time.

  "I didn't realize that dude was an ink slinger,” I said. “He busted the curve in my chemistry class this year like a thousand times."

  She laughed and reached for my hand, sliding her fingers against mine and tugging me with her. "Come with me. Let's get something to remember tonight by."

  "I have enough ink on me. I'm saving my back for when I join an MC." I rubbed my thumb over hers, not able to help myself.

  "Chicken shit." She glanced over her shoulder as we moved up to the front of the line, cutting ten people.

  "Hey... you can't cut." A whiny female voice called out from beside us. Lena turned her head and leaned over in front of me.

  "They're several cups of shut-the-fuck-up at the house. Make sure you get one before you say something you'll regret." Selene winked at the perky cheerleader and tugged her hand from mine.

  I stifled a laugh and moved up to watch with anticipation as she ran her fingers around the edge of her top and pulled hard. She handed the shirt to me and I took it, my eyes racing across the creamy tops of her breasts and the tight skin of her stomach. She was still wearing a tight tank top and I couldn’t stop staring.

  "What can I do for you, Selene?" Zach patted the seat beside him. "You want something original?"

  "Yeah. A clover on my stomach."

  She lifted up her tank top. Damn. She had the flattest stomach. It was sexy as hell. I couldn't remember another time in my life where my body was on fire for someone.

  One night. Just one night, and then you go your separate ways.

  “I can hold your shirt, Selene,” a guy next to me said. “Or you can make Lucky wear it.”

  I chuckled. “Real men don’t wear pink. They eat it.”

  Selene laughed.

  She suddenly put her shirt down and extended her arm as Zach chuckled. “Nah, make it my wrist.”

  "What else are you getting?" I crossed my arms over my thick chest. The gym had been good to me and now that it was summer,
it was about to get a whole lot better.

  "Nothing. I just want this one thing. What are you getting, chicken shit?"

  I shook my head and smiled. "You're not goading me into getting a tat, you little tart. I'm not interested in getting one tonight."

  "Pussy," she whispered up at me and licked her pretty mouth.

  "What was the purpose of showing your tits to everyone if you wanted a tat on your wrist?" I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, not liking how much of her pretty flesh was on display for anyone who glanced her way, and a lot of motherfuckers were glancing.

  "I wanted you to see them. And just for the record. I didn’t lift my shirt up that high." She shrugged. "I could take my bra off if you like? Show you the muted pink of my nipples? Let you see how hard they get when you come around?"

  "Fuck my life." Zach sat back and took a deep breath. "You're killing me, girl."

  "Watch it, asshole." I popped Zach on the back and growled softly.

  "Be nice. He's making me more pretty. So I have to stay still." Selene turned her attention from the ink slinger back to me. "I have lots of his work on me. Wanna see it?"

  "Not here in front of everyone. I require a private showing." I brushed my fingers by my lips as the air was suddenly so hard to gain access to.

  I knew she was ballsy and incredibly aggressive, but her sensual side was beyond anything I imagined an eighteen-year old girl capable of. Maybe I had been wrong.

  "I think I would be good with that. Get a tat and I'll let you get up close to the one on my inner thigh. It's a pink flower." She gave the most innocent look I'd ever seen and my cock twitched as if trying to get her attention. She knew it was working.

  I shook my head and let out a short laugh. "I'm going to see your flower whether you like it or not, naughty girl. Get your tat and meet me by the oak tree over there. I'll give you back your shirt... or maybe I won't."

  I lifted it to my nose and breathed in deeply, growling loudly as I walked away. The soft chuckle leaving the sexy bitch behind me caused worry to slide along my need to make her mine. Only mine.

  We were soon to be enemies. No one would be appreciative of our love affair. I had to promise myself it was going to be a good night of fucking and then I would lose her number.

  I glanced back to find her watching me intensely. She looked like a woman who had hidden her desires as well as I had hidden mine.

  "I'm so fucked."

  Chapter 3

  Selene

  I turned back to Zach and glanced down at my wrist as the sound of sirens filled the air.

  "Damn. Hurry!" I tried to stay still, even though everything inside me screamed for me to race toward my bike.

  "Lena. We gotta go, baby." Lucky moved toward me, his pet name causing my lip to lift.

  "They're still twenty seconds from hitting the edge of the road. We're almost done. Right Zach?" I forced my voice to remain steady, as if I were unshakable.

  Lucky and I hadn't talked much to each other during the last four years, but tonight was going to be the night of all nights.

  "I'm not willing to find out. Let's go. We'll finish the tat later." He touched my shoulder as I swatted his hand from me.

  "Nope. Get outta here. I'll meet you some other time. I'm good." I lifted my eyebrow, challenging him to run out on me.

  "Never. Your stuck for tonight. I got a promise I plan on holding you to." He licked at his lips as he glanced up, his eyes wild with something close to excitement.

  The sound of the sirens grew until it drowned out everything. Lucky's hand tapped along his thigh as Zach finished up.

  "All done. Get out of here and I didn't do the tat if someone asks." He squeezed my hand and stood, packing up his stuff quickly.

  I grabbed Lucky's hand and moved back into the thicker part of the forest; a soft laugh left me as adrenaline flooded my system.

  “Seriously?” he said. “The police are coming. And you have to finish your tat?”

  “Yep. Because that’s the kind of gal I am. I have to start what I finish.”

  "You're almost more trouble than you’re worth," he mumbled and moved up beside me, smiling.

  The cocky bastard knew exactly what to say to leave me wanting to break the rules and smash my father's expectations.

  "You haven't even pulled out your stick to measure my worth." I released his hand as we reached our bikes. Leaning over, I twisted the air cap on his back tire and smiled. "Good luck with that low tire there, boy. Meet me at Stringers Lake if you can make it."

  I winked and started my bike as he let out an angry growl. Not being a challenge just wasn't any fun at all.

  “Why would you do that?” he asked, stumped.

  I gazed deeply into his eyes. “Think of it as me saving your life. You’ll thank me later when you’re not nine feet underground or swimming with the fishes. You can’t be with me. And I can’t be with you. It’s simple as that. But you must have some kind of death wish, because you won’t leave me alone.”

  “I’m not scared of your dad.”

  “Please don’t let him hear you say that.”

  “You’re worried. I can see it in your face. That can only mean you care.”

  “Listen, we’re not meant to be together. We’re star-crossed lovers.”

  “Lovers? Not yet.”

  “But you get the drift. We’re star-crossed.”

  “Skip the Romeo and Juliet crap. Our families are not the Montagues and the Capulets.”

  “We’re sworn enemies. So yeah, we kind of are. You don’t know my family. They’re ruthless, heartless, and stone cold. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

  Taking off through the forest, I turned quickly and forced my bike onto the edge of a sharp cliff, the danger ever-present, but so was my desire to embrace it equal.

  "Woohoo!" I yelled at the top of my lungs before jerking the handlebars to the left and flying behind the cop car on the road. "Fuck you guys!"

  The sound of another bike moving up near me left my heart pounding. The idea of my father sending one of his goons to shut down my night was devastating.

  "Eat my dust, Delgado." Lucky pulled past me and smiled over his shoulder as I let out a tight squeal.

  How the hell did he get the cap on and catch up? Oh hell no.

  I pushed hard, but there was no catching up to him. An angry huff left me as I jerked my handlebars and skidded to a stop right beside his bike.

  He turned and pinned me with a stare. "Don't touch the bike."

  "Or?" I smiled nefariously before getting off of mine and putting up my kickstand. "You gonna spank me?"

  He chuckled and ran his fingers through his dark hair. "No. I think you'd enjoy that far more than you deserve."

  "I think you have me all wrong, Lucas Morrison." I reached up and tied my hair into a high ponytail before moving past him toward the water. "I'm a good girl. I bet I'm the purest girl you've ever hung out with. Because I’ve seen the tramps you’ve been kissing."

  He rolled his eyes.

  “Is that why you’re here?” I asked. “So I can suck your cock? Or do you want to nail me?”

  “I just wanted to be with you.”

  “I never said I was a good girl, but I’m not a whore, Lucky.”

  “Nobody knows that more than me. So yes, you are the purest girl I’ve ever been with.”

  “Seriously. Why do you want to be with me?”

  “I want to find someone who keeps me sane, but also drives me crazy in all the right ways.”

  I couldn’t help but grin. “You think I could keep you sane? Seriously?”

  “I think your demons would play well with mine.”

  “I’ve been searching for somebody like that myself.”

  We both chuckled.

  He turned, watching me as I put my back to the lake and worked to get my boots off. "I'm not so sure about that, but maybe you’re right. I was hoping to spend the evening getting to know you a little better either way."

  "Boys l
ike you are a dime a dozen. You're just looking for a quick fuck, and then it's off to the next good girl. I'm not falling for your shit." I smiled nefariously, as if I knew a few secrets he didn't. "Besides... you're a big no-no in my world."

  I kicked my shoes to the side and tugged my tank top over my head before putting my back to him. I worked to undo my bra and then slipped my jeans off; not at all shy about putting my barely clad ass on display for him.

  "Fuck," he muttered as he moved closer. "You gotta be the prettiest girl in this whole fucking state. Why are you here with me?"

  I glanced over my shoulder while I held my arms over my breasts. "To tease you, steal your clothes, and send my father after you. Why else?"

  He shook his head and pulled his shirt from his body, tossing it as I watched him closely. His chest and abs were already defined, but I had heard about the time the boy had spent in the gym. I wasn't too surprised by it, but delighted to say the least. To even consider sleeping with a boy my age seemed silly.

  I was much more into the games older boys played. Or god forbid, men.

  “Why are you here with me?” I asked.

  He winked. “Every beauty needs a beast.”

  I smiled.

  He gazed lustfully into my eyes.

  “What are you thinking about this very second?” I asked.

  “I’m thinking about all the things I want to do to you. And I’ll do them very well.”

  “Do you have a dirty mind?”

  “Nah, just a sexy imagination.”

  I grinned widely. “So stop undressing me with your eyes. It’d be sexier if you used your teeth.”

  “Damn, Selene! I’m so turned on right now.”

  Walking into the water, I released my hold on myself and waded out until the cool liquid rested under my chin. It felt revitalizing, so refreshing. Slipping my white panties off, I tossed them at him and laughed when he caught them with one hand.

  "I'm not like other guys, Lena. You should know that." He pulled his jeans off, his underwear non-existent.