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Dare had said much the same thing, but I hadn’t seen Jericho again, let alone his mom, which suited me. Mama Jericho was the reigning queen of the club, and I wanted nothing to do with it. If I kept repeating the words, they might come true.

Honestly, the club poked at my curiosity. Half-finished conversations, foreign words and the cloak of secrecy made me itch to know more. I had a hundred questions, but I hadn’t asked one because once I started, how would I stop? Worse than my curiosity was my imagination. I’d watched Sons of Anarchy, and the lifestyle frightened me, kind of like strange religions did.

Why do people join a cult? Or a club that controls their life choices?

I feared I’d like the life too much, so much I’d do anything to be part of it.

Dare and Gimp entered reception, laughing. “No charge for you, old man. Taught me half what I know.” Dare slapped the guy on the back. “See you Saturday.”

Gimp laughed, winked at me and half walked, half hobbled out the door.

Dare sauntered toward me. “Haven’t seen old Gimp in a while. He was my master teacher here.”

I gaped at him. It was the only part of his past he’d shared with me. Or because I’d never seen him look so boyish, with more than a hint of mischief.

“You made soup for everyone.” He headed toward the office.

“People need to eat,” I told his back. He could’ve kissed me, at least.

He ate fast, spooning the soup in quick. “Forgot to eat before I came in.” He helped himself to another bowl.

He hadn’t eaten in over eight hours. No way I could go so long without food.

“This is a lot better than pizza.” He grinned at me. “Throw me a water.”

I did and leaned against the counter, watching him devour another bowl. After he finished his third, he sighed, a very content sound. “You’re a lifesaver, Red.” He crooked his finger to me.

And that easy I tumbled into his arms. He swept my hair behind my ear and captured my lips in a soup-tasting kiss.

“You rev me up so fast,” he rumbled low. “I need in your pussy, now.”

“My place?” I asked, breathless and drunk on the power of his words.

“Now. Go.” He smacked my ass and I squealed.

We rushed upstairs, and I unlocked the door with Dare pressing into me. We stumbled into my place.

“Fucking you against this door.” He growled the words while working the snap on my pants. They puddled at my feet in seconds, and I stepped out of them.

He undid his fly and as he pressed me against my door, his finger rubbed my clit.

“Fast and hard.” His words were harsh.

“Yeah,” I panted and wrapped my legs around his middle while he held me, then I positioned his cock and he drilled me hard, moving so fast I jiggled from the rhythm.

“Bring me home,” I shouted and squeezed my walls tight against his cock.

“Damn, woman.” His head hit the door as the shuddering release quaked through him. Feeling his release, an orgasm crashed into me speeding me away with him.

Wild and uncontrolled, Dare defined beauty. His face tightened and then relaxed. I fell a tiny bit in love with the wild man who surged inside me.

Gasping and sweaty, he lowered us to the floor before he fell back, sprawled on my carpet. I’d felled the giant. I giggled.

Dare opened one eye, staring at me. “What?”

I shook my head. “I’m amazed at the wildness. Made me feel like a conquering hero.” I hugged him close, lying on top of him.

“You conquered me. First you give the best head, then cook for me, and now your pussy does tricks.” He swatted my nose.

I lifted my damp hair off my neck. “Should cut this wild mess,” I muttered, making the empty threat I did every day.

“I like those red curls all messy and tumbled.” He lifted his head and kissed my lips.

“Me too, sometimes anyway.” I swiped his nose before I stood.

“Where you going, Red?” He sat up.

“Got to get to work. We have a bazillion clients this week.” I turned in a circle, trying to find my panties. Giving up, I ran into the bedroom for another pair. I came back out in new black lace panties.

“Liked your bare ass jiggling.” Dare hadn’t moved. Lazy man. “I want to spend some time playing with it.”

“Too bad. This ass has work to do.” I gave him a sassy smile and pulled on my jeans.

“Go with me to the club party Saturday.”

Facing the door, I froze, then buckled my pants.

To the club party? Oh hell no for about a hundred reasons. I didn’t know how to act. I didn’t know the secret handshake or the words they used. I’d make a fool of myself, and Dare would get pissed, ending the happiness I loved.