“This is different,” he said.


“Because you’re different,” he said. When I frowned, he sighed. “I didn’t love them. But I’m in love with you.”

My heart sang. “You love me?”

He smiled and those two beautiful dimples appeared either side of his mouth. “Insanely so.”

His fingers found me again and I began to move against him. But this time I reached for his zipper, and this time he didn’t stop me. When I touched him, he shivered and began grinding against my palm. Our breathing became heavy. The tension in our bodies coiled and tightened, making us restless, making us move impatiently against one another as we both raced toward our orgasms. We were past the point of no return, and I gave into the sensations crashing through me. Our eyes met as we brought each other to a climax. I clenched around his finger and moaned softly as a bliss so warm and sweet descended on me. I felt him tense up, felt his abs go hard and his breathing ragged, heard him moan into my neck as he spilled his warmth onto my hand. I trembled against him, my heart pounding in my chest as the throb and ache between my thighs slowly eddied away.

Cade kissed me hard. “That was insane,” he panted, his chest rising and falling.

“Now will you make love to me?” I asked.

He looked down at me, his eyes filled with immense tenderness.

“After graduation,” he said. “Because I don’t care what you say, baby, we gotta make it right for your first time.”



I woke up in the clubhouse with Abby sound asleep next to me. We were in Griffin Calley’s room. He very rarely stayed at the clubhouse, so Abby crashed there whenever there was a party. Feeling foggy from too much wine, I went in search of coffee. My head was pounding and my mouth felt like cotton, and if I didn’t get some caffeine into me soon, there was a good chance I would start swinging.

Red was busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and when he saw me he smiled.

“Coffee?” he asked, handing me a cup.

“Please.” I accepted it gratefully and took a seat at the bar. Red made good coffee. It was strong. The perfect elixir to my hangover. With my head in my hands, I stared into the rich, dark liquid as I tried to collect my thoughts.

Today was my last day in Destiny. Tomorrow I would fly home to Seattle. Back to my old life. Back to everything that was safe and familiar.

It was the sensible thing to do.

A petite girl in too-tight jeans and a barely there midriff top came over to me. “Can I get you some breakfast, Indy?”

She was attractive. Young. Eager. I felt that familiar pang in the pit of my stomach. There was no shortage of that around here. No shortage of temptation for the guys, married or not.

“No, thank you.”

“Are you sure? It’s really no problem.”

“I’m good.”

But for some reason, she wouldn’t let it go.

“I’m happy to fix you a plate.”

And it rubbed me the wrong way.

“I’m not hungry,” I replied sharply.

Abby appeared beside me. She gestured for the girl to leave with a nod of her chin and the girl scooted away.

“You sure you ain’t hungry? ‘Cos you’ve got an attack of the hangries, if ever I’ve seen them,” she said, sliding into the chair next to me.


“You’re angry because you’re hungry. Hangry.”

I stared into my coffee. “If I want something to eat, I can get it myself.”

“Sure.” She crossed her arms and leaned them on the table. “But whether you like it or not, Indy, you’re MC royalty around here. You’re the granddaughter of an original, and the love interest of fucking Cade Calley. You’re the original wild child whose ghost has lingered in this clubhouse for the past twelve years. You’re legendary around here.”

I glanced at her. “You sound like my personal cheer squad.” She gave me a pointed look and I sighed. “It just gets to me, okay.”


“All the girls.” I took a sip of my coffee. “All the temptation for the guys.”

She scoffed. “You talk like this is your first rodeo. This is club life, Indy.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“No. But you don’t have to hate on it so much. These girls, they’re not the enemy. We women stick together.”

She was right. Apart from a few undesirables, a la Genevieve, there had always been a strong sisterhood in the club.

I felt bad for snapping at the girl. I would make sure I apologized to her on the way out.

I shrugged. “Anyway, you’re wrong. I’m not Cade’s love interest. I’m not Cade’s anything. Tomorrow I fly home.” Even as I said it, my heart skipped. Tomorrow this would all be over and I could resume my old life back in Seattle.

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