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  Undertaker picked up a bottle of Crystal hot sauce from the condiment caddy and sprinkled some on his sandwich.

  “You’re crazy!” she said around her mouthful of food. “This doesn’t need hot sauce; you’ll ruin the flavor.”

  “Babe, everything’s better with hot sauce.”

  “Oh, God. You’re one of those?”

  He paused with the bottle suspended over his Po’boy and cocked a brow. “One of those?”

  “Men who put hot sauce on everything.”

  “Guilty as charged,” he replied, continuing to shake the sauce bottle.

  “I suppose that means I’ll have to buy some.” It was as close as she’d come to an indication that she wanted this relationship to continue long term. She grinned to herself. A hot sauce commitment; she was so pathetic.

  He didn’t miss the significance of her offering, his hand slowing as he set the bottle down. “It does if you’re cookin’ me breakfast, darlin’. Nothin’ better than hot sauce on scrambled eggs.”

  Their Po’boys were good, and they gobbled them quickly.

  Undertaker smiled as he wiped his face and tossed the napkin in his empty basket. “You were hungry.”

  She smiled, glancing down at her own empty basket. She’d devoured the entire thing, and they’d polished off all the fries. “I guess I was.”

  He eyed the dark clouds blowing quickly across the sky, the air thick with the scent of rain. “We better head back.”

  They stood, and he grabbed the tray, carrying it inside. He set it on one of the tables and called toward the kitchen. “Thanks, Remy. You didn’t let me down. What do I owe you?”

  The man’s face appeared in the window. “I’ll put it on your tab, mon ami.” He nodded toward AJ and grinned. “Très Belle.”

  Undertaker’s gaze moved to her. “Absolutely.”

  “See you when I see you,” Remy called. The sound of a chopping knife on a butcher block traveled to them as he returned to work.

  Undertaker reached for her hand as they moved through the store. He held the door for her, checking the sky again. His boots thudded on the steps as they hurried down.

  “Come on, pretty girl. We better be quick in getting back.”

  Fat raindrops were already beginning to pelt the ground as they sprinted down the road. They were almost to Undertaker’s place when the bottom dropped out of the clouds and a drenching rain poured down on them.

  AJ squealed as they dashed up the driveway, Undertaker’s firm grip still on her hand. They made it up the stairs and under the covered porch, laughing. He shook his head like a wet dog, drops splattering around them, and then hopped on one foot, then another as he yanked his sodden boots off to drop them to the deck with a thud, thud.

  She toed out of her shoes as well.

  They stood laughing.

  He slicked his hair back with both hands, and his gaze swept over her.

  Right away, AJ saw his eyes darken with desire.

  She glanced down and found her white tank plastered to her like a second skin, revealing everything. She tried to pluck it away, but before she could, Undertaker snaked out an arm, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her to him.

  Their wet bodies came together, and his warm mouth covered hers. They barely made it through the door before he was on her again.

  AJ turned her head, breaking free of his mouth. “Seriously? Are you always like this?”

  “What? Caught in the rain and soaking wet?”

  “Aggressively sexual.”

  He instantly stepped back, lifting his palms in the air. “You want me to back off, I’ll back off.”

  He turned and stripped out of his wet shirt. His back was slick with rain, the muscles moving beneath his skin, and she realized that backing off was the last thing she wanted. She bit her lip. Perhaps this was her chance to be the instigator.

  She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his shoulder blade.

  Startled by her sudden affection, he put his hand over hers and tilted his head as she nuzzled against him. He turned and took her face in his hands and kissed her. She broke off the kiss and continued undressing him, her hands fumbling with his belt buckle.

  He watched her closely, letting her take the lead, at least momentarily.

  She opened his pants and lifted her eyes to his. “Promise me something?”

  “Anything.”

  “Promise we’ll always take care of each other.”

  “Always,” he replied, holding her gaze. Then he moved to take charge, undressing her with urgency and dropping wet clothing to the floor.

  Soon they were both laughing.

  When they were naked, he paused, stepping back and letting his eyes sweep over her.

  She propped a hand on her hip, posing. “See something you like, mister? Something you can’t live without?”

  “Absolutely. Never had a better offer in my whole life.” He dipped down, put a shoulder to her belly, and hefted her up, carrying her toward the bedroom.

  She squealed, her head hanging down, her legs kicking, and she felt his big palm come down on her ass with a loud, smack!

  “Hush, woman.”

  She hung there and couldn’t resist pinching his ass cheek. He jumped, and she thought he might drop her, but his muscled arm held her firmly.

  “You’re gonna pay for that, angel.” His palm came down on her ass a moment before she was bouncing on his mattress.

  She thought he’d come down on top of her immediately, but he didn’t. He stood stock still, his glittering dark eyes taking in every inch of her.

  “Ol’ Remy was right.”

  “About what?”

  His fingertip traced along her thigh. “Tres belle. Very beautiful.”

  Her heart flooded at the way he looked at her, and what started as a barely-there touch, turned to a warm palm moving up her side, over her hip, her waist and finally closing over her breast. He leaned over her, one knee in the mattress between her knees.

  “What are you thinking?” she whispered.

  His voice was thick and heavy with arousal. “All the many ways I could take you.”

  ***

  He wanted sex, but it went beyond that. She was more than just a great fuck. This beautiful woman was changing everything. And he didn’t want to think about anyone else touching her. Hell, that was a new feeling. Sex for him never came with possessiveness—not since Angie.

  All the women who had come and gone since he’d lost Angie had never left an impression. For him, it never went beyond sex. Until now. Until AJ.

  She was new to his world, the world of the MC, and that added to her allure. He liked that she wasn’t just another girl trying to land the club’s President. She was just the opposite. If anything, his position in the club was a deterrent for her, not a turn on. That was a new one for him. He’d never been in this position before.

  He cupped her face and drew her up for his kiss. She was right there with him, kiss for kiss, move for move, need for need. They were so in sync it was scary. Was this all too good to be true? His likes and her likes seemed to mesh so perfectly.

  He pulled back a fraction to study her face. She looked dazed and lost already. “Allie,” he whispered. “You’re gonna let me have what I want?”

  She nodded, her face already soft with arousal.

  He lay back on the bed and pulled her over him, up on her knees where he could get his mouth on her pussy. He positioned her above him and gripped her ass cheeks as he brought his mouth to her.

  He wanted the taste, feel, and scent of her to pour over him until he was drowning in desire and the essence of her. He couldn’t get enough. He heard her moans and looked up to see her head fall back as she began to rock against him. He loved that, loved her response. It fed his arousal, and his groans turned to growls.

  She was getting close; the trembling of her thighs gave it away, and he knew she was on the edge. Just when she was about to go over, he gave his undivided attention to her clit, brushing it with
soft firm circles.

  She bucked as she began to ride the crest.

  He growled, holding her tight against him and continued to torment her, wanting her orgasm to last as long as he could draw it out.

  When she melted to the bed and floated back down to earth, he moved over her to growl in her ear. “Goddamn, baby. What a sight you were.”

  “That was amazing,” she whispered between breaths.

  His voice was gravely as he asked, “Allie, I need to fuck you. You ready for me?”

  She nodded, and he moved over her, and all he could think about was how beautiful she was and how much he wanted to bury himself in that sweet body as deep as he could go.

  He could see in her eyes she expected it to be hard and fast and rough. And the surprise was written all over her face when he did her tender and slow and easy, taking his time to savor the feel of her, the way she opened for him, the way she moved with him, the way she wrapped around him with her legs and arms, enfolding him with her tender caresses.

  He moved over her slowly, dragging his dick through her folds, his muscles bunching with every thrust and retreat. His eyes never left hers, never missed a thing. “I could spend my whole life in this bed with you,” he whispered.

  She stared up at him with eyes that suddenly glassed over.

  Thunder boomed over their heads, and the windows rattled. A new downpour fell in heavy sheets, blowing against the windows. A moment later, the power went out, and the house was plunged into darkness as black as the velvet of an Elvis painting, except for the lightning flickering on and off like a strobe effects show.

  Undertaker rolled, propping against the headboard, and pulled her on top. “Ride me, Allie-girl.”

  She began to move, rocking against him while he watched her breasts bounce in his face. He couldn’t resist taking them in his hands, squeezing while his thumb and finger pinched her nipples. His mouth replaced his hands, and she moved quicker, picking up the pace until she was clutching the headboard.

  He smacked her ass, urging her on. “Harder, babe. Faster.”

  She did her best to comply until her breathing was labored and a sheen of sweat glistened on her skin and the tendrils around her face.

  He loved the way she tried to please him. “Come all over me, Allie.”

  And she did, finding her orgasm almost immediately then falling against him in a heaving mass of quivering flesh.

  He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back tenderly and cupping her head to his chest as her breathing slowed.

  “It’s raining,” she murmured finally.

  “No shit.” His chest rumbled with his laugh.

  “I guess we’re spending the night here?”

  “That okay with you?”

  She stretched against him like a cat. “It’s perfect. It’s cozy in this bed with the rain falling outside.”

  He ran his hand over her bare bottom. “I’m not complaining. I’ve got a hot-as-sin naked woman pressed against me to keep me warm.”

  “You’re the one whose body is like a furnace. You’ll be keeping me warm.”

  “Yeah, you do have feet that are cold as ice.”

  She chuckled and rubbed them on him. They were quiet for a long time, the sound of the rain on the roof filling the space.

  “Derek?”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “I don’t know where we’re going with this or how it’s going to end. I don’t know where this journey is going to take us. What I do know is that I’ve signed up for the ride, for as long as it lasts.”

  “It’s gonna last, Allie. You’ll see.” He stroked her back over and over. When she’d almost drifted off, he murmured, “This right here…”

  “Yes?”

  “Doesn’t get any better, babe.”

  He couldn’t see her face or the smile on it, but he could feel it when he stroked her cheek. She was happy. And that was the way he planned to keep her.

  ***

  As the sun came up, Undertaker watched the beams shine across the auburn hair spread out on his chest. He shifted his fingers through the soft tresses, closing his fist around them, then releasing them. The scent of the shampoo she used drifted to him, and he inhaled deeply, making a mental note to find out what it was and get a bottle to keep there for her.

  Yes, he planned to have her back, if she’d come.

  And she’d come because he planned to pamper the hell out of her. He’d make sure she was taken care of, he’d make sure she was protected, and he’d make sure every dream she had came true.

  He slid from beneath her soft curves and moved from the room to make a pot of coffee.

  ***

  AJ stretched and felt the now familiar sweet ache between her thighs. Her eyes popped open, remembering where she was. She rolled, but the other side of the bed was empty. She slid over to his pillow, inhaling deeply his scent that still clung to the case. She needed to find out what soap he used. She wanted to buy some and secretly slather it all over her body. She giggled at the silly thought and wondered where he’d gone.

  Rising up on her elbows, she spotted him through the open French doors. He was bent at the waist, leaning on the railing, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. He was bare-chested. A pair of gray sweatpants rode low on his hips revealing the sexy dimples at the base of his spine. His hawk-like stare squinted into the morning sun, coming up over the tall marsh grasses. She noticed how the squint lines around his eyes gave his masculine face character. She marveled again at how attractive he was and how he’d only gotten better with age.

  He raised the coffee mug to his mouth, sipping on the hot brew. The scent of the rich chicory blend wafted through the house to mingle with the salty air. The curtains billowed in the breeze.

  She grabbed her panties from the floor, pulling them up her legs. Spotting one of his faded denim shirts hanging off the bedpost, she snatched it up and slipped it on, fastening just one snap—the one right between her breasts.

  She padded across the wood floor to the open doors and found the sun had already warmed the wooden porch.

  Undertaker straightened and twisted to greet her with a smile. His gaze moved over her, from her tousled long tresses, down her long bare legs to her painted pink toes and back up.

  “Mornin’ beautiful. Come here.”

  When she was within an arm’s length, he hooked his free hand around her waist, pressing on the small of her back until she was flush against him. His eyes hit the snap between her breasts. “Cute shirt.”

  “Cute sweats,” she replied with a grin, stealing the mug from his hand to take a sip before he snagged it back and set it on the railing. Then he dipped his head for a kiss.

  “You sleep well, princess?”

  “I slept great. Must have been all the fresh air out here.” She scanned the horizon.

  He grinned. “Oh, was that why? Not the awesome sex or the multiple orgasms?”

  She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Well, that might have something to do with it.”

  “Ya think?”

  They smiled at one another, and she felt a peace settle over her. She was happy, she realized, happier than she’d been in a long time.

  He positioned her between him and the railing, his chest to her back, and they shared the cup of coffee, taking in the serene beauty around them, listening to the birds chirping and singing, the tapping of a woodpecker on a rotting tree trunk down the road, and the subtle ripple of water as a tall blue heron walked along the shoreline, its eyes searching for a meal.

  “It was a very good idea coming here,” she murmured with a smile, her eyes on the view.

  He grinned, taking a sip of coffee. “Yeah. I have them every once in a while.”

  She felt his hand slide up under the denim shirt, and his palm settled on her hip. It stayed there until the mug was empty, then his long warm fingers slid across her belly, dipping inside her panties and down to stroke her softly, over and over until she was up on her toes, her head falli
ng against his chest, her eyes sliding shut.

  “Every time you get near me, I’m lost in the sight and sound and smell of you,” he growled as his mouth moved along her neck, his beard tickling until his lips closed over her skin and sucked hard—so hard she knew she’d have a love bite visible there. She didn’t care. She loved the feel of him marking her skin, knowing she’d remember this moment every time she ran her fingers over the mark for days to come.

  His mouth moved up to her ear as her body began to undulate with the sensations his fingers were causing.

  “Let it come, baby doll. Show me I got the touch.”

  Her arm lifted, her hand snaking around his tanned neck to hang on as she rode his fingers.

  His free hand locked around her waist, holding her tight. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she panted.

  “Not a chance,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her ass.

  Her head dug into his shoulder, and her mouth dropped open with a deep moan as the orgasm rolled over her. “Oh, God.”

  When she went limp in his arms, he whispered, “My turn, Allie.” His arm stayed locked around her waist, holding her in place, while he dragged her panties down. Then she felt his hand behind her, yanking his sweats down just far enough to free his cock and press it deep inside her in one quick thrust.

  His arm slid away, and his hands clamped tightly over her hipbones, holding her still as he pounded into her from behind.

  She bent over the rail, up on her toes, and enjoyed every sensation as he quickly found his own release, going rock solid and pinning her to the rail while he exploded inside her.

  He exhaled a long breath, hissing out one word slowly, “Fuck.”

  She turned her head to look back at him. “Good morning to you, too, handsome.”

  His body shook with his ripple of laughter. He pulled from her and adjusted their clothing, then his hands wrapped around her waist and he leaned over her, hugging her tightly. “It’s gonna be a damn good morning.”

  She peered over her shoulder with a coquettish smile. “It will be if I get another cup of coffee.”