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  Once I finally calm down enough, I sit back down at my desk and go through the paperwork for the week.

  These guys and their paperwork are going to be the death of me. Every receipt doesn't match up with their material logs and the time sheets don't match either.

  At twelve-thirty, I see Coley coming toward the door. I have heard a little about her, but still haven't officially met her. When she walks in, I get a good look at her. She's beautiful and has a country vibe about her. Her long blonde hair is amazing and makes me jealous. Hers is long and flowy, where mine is white and messy looking.

  "Hi," she says with a huge smile. I see the ring on her finger, and I can't help but feel a little jealous of her. Anslie had told me that her oldest brother got married without the family there and how pissed everyone was that they didn’t get to go.

  "Hi, Coley right?" I ask with a smile. I love meeting the ol' ladies. So far they have been the best part of the Wayward Saints.

  "Yes, that's me. Sorry, I don't know your name," she says with a frown.

  "I'm Brynn."

  I see Dominic walking towards the office with his little boy, and I can't help but smile. They are spitting images of each other, and I love watching these big bikers and their kids.

  "It's very nice to meet you, Brynn. How long have you worked here?" she asks.

  Smiling, I tell her a few months and just as she is about to say something else, I see the door open, and Dominic come walking in with Axle.

  "Momma," Axle giggles. I watch Dominic pull Coley into him and kiss her neck.

  "Hey, baby boy. Can you say hi to Brynn?" He looks over at me for a second before he waves his chubby little hand at me.

  "Hi Axle," I say smiling. "Hi, Dominic."

  "Hey Brynn, have you see Bentley?" he asks looking through the door at the shop.

  "Yeah, he just took the twins and Braxton home. He's babysitting for your sister."

  Dominic starts to laugh. "Oh shit. That should be good." He pulls Coley closer. "Babe, maybe we can drop Axle off with him too." An evil grin spreads across his face and he turns to walk back outside with Axle.

  "Sorry about him," Coley says with a smile. It's adorable to see the way she looks at him.

  "No worries. I'm getting used to these guys. They are one of a kind," I giggle. She smiles and nods her head.

  "It was great to meet you. I hope to see you around again." Coley smiles softly.

  "You too," I reply, watching her walk out the door and over to where Dominic is standing talking to Cason. I watch Cason wrap her up in a hug and then they go back to talking.

  Going back to work, I am able to finish all the paperwork for Dominic and Brantley's jobs. By the time five o'clock rolls around, my head is killing me, and all I want to do is go home, take a hot bath and drink a glass of wine.

  Once I lock up the office, I go to the bar and tell one of the prospects that I'm leaving. I'm not exactly sure why Dominic wants me to do it, but he does. When he hired me, he gave me only a few rules and telling someone I was leaving every night is one of them. Walking to my car, I can feel eyes on me, but I don't even bother turning around.

  I knew he was here. I heard him an hour ago in the shop talking to one of the guys, but he never came back in the office.

  When I get to my car, I look over to the bar doors and see Bentley standing there with a cigarette hanging from his lips. He winks at me and turns to walk inside. Getting into my car, I hear my phone beep. Checking it, I see a message from my sister, Tessa.

  Tessa: Come out with me! Please sister!

  Well, there goes my night of relaxing. I sigh, thinking of excuses I can use, but I can't come up with anything believable.

  Me: Okay fine. I'll be at your house at 9.

  Tessa: Yes!!! Love you. See you then!

  Me: Love you too

  Throwing my phone back in my bag, I take off toward my apartment to shower and get ready.

  ---

  By the time I get to my sister's place, she has already had a few shots and is ready to party.

  "Let's get fucking trashed!" she yells when she sees me.

  Running over to me as fast as she can in the heels she's wearing, she throws her arms around my neck and almost knocks us both over.

  "Shit Tess," I say trying to hold us both up. She starts to giggle, and I can tell it's already going to be a long night. Luckily, it's Friday night, and the shop doesn't open until ten on Saturdays.

  After a few more drinks for my sister, we call a cab and go to a little dance club a few miles from the Strip. Growing up in Vegas, I was never really a fan of the Strip and all the attractions. Hell, I still don't really care for them, but I love my sister and would do anything she wanted.

  We get into the club without having to wait in line, and Tessa goes straight to the bar dragging me behind her.

  "We want shots!" she yells as the bartender comes over to us. Shaking my head, I just watch her and try to keep her from falling. After a few rounds of shots, we make our way over to the dance floor.

  Trying to erase all the tension from my body, I sway my hips to the music. Closing my eyes, I lift my arms up and just feel the music. Finally letting go of all my stress and crazy thoughts about Bentley, I just dance.

  After a couple songs, I feel his eyes on me. I know he's here and I want to see if I can get a reaction.

  A pair of hands grips my hips and pulls me into an erection. He starts to roam his hands over my stomach and up to my chest. I dance with him for a few songs to hopefully make Bentley jealous, but my plan backfires. I try to push the guy’s hands off of me, but he just tightens his grip on me.

  Starting to panic, I hear him whisper in my ear. "Bitches always think they can dance like a whore and not be treated like one."

  My blood goes cold, and I try to pull away from him. "Don't," he growls in my ear.

  My skin pricks and I know something bad is about to happen. A few seconds later, I'm being pulled into a chest. Looking up, I see his deep blue eyes and they look like they are closer to black than I've ever seen before.

  "Fuck off, asshole," the guy says trying to grab my hand, but he doesn’t get a good enough grip on me. Bentley pulls me behind him and gets right in the guy’s face.

  "You fucking touch her again, and I'll put you in the ground," he hisses at the guy. The guy gets up in his face and pushes Bentley. Bentley swings his fist right at the guy, knocking him to the ground with little effort. He leans down and whispers something in the guy's ear.

  The man pales and looks up at Bentley, finally seeing who he is.

  Chapter Three

  Bentley

  Walking into Skin Tight, I knew I was gonna regret agreeing to come out with Robbie and Bash. They always start shit with the little wannabes, and I end up having to break that shit up. Scoping out the pussy, I walk to the bar and order a drink. Before I even down the glass, Bash comes and nudges me. "Check out who's here," he says nodding his head to the dance floor.

  Looking over there, I see Brynn dancing to the beat of the music all by herself. My jeans start to tighten as I watch her hips sway side to side. She looks like a fucking angel under the lights, and I can't help but stare in her direction. Watching her for a longer than I anticipated, it's like she knows I'm watching and is giving me a personal show.

  I see some prick wrap his arms around her and I see red. I don't know what comes over me, but I make my way through the crowd of bodies, heading straight for them. I watch her trying to pull away, and he says something in her ear causing her to pause.

  Her face looks panicked, so I step in and pull her to me. I feel her let out a breath when she realizes that it's me holding her in my arms.

  "Fuck off, asshole," the prick says not even paying attention to me. He tries to grab Brynn again, so I pull her behind me.

  I'm so fucking mad that I could kill this motherfucker and not even think twice about it. "You fucking touch her again, and I'll put you in the ground," I hiss.

  The a
sshole thinks he's tough shit, so he gets in my face and pushes me. Swinging, I put my fist right through his nose. He falls to the ground and grabs his nose. Leaning down, I whisper in the guy's ear, "You fucking touch Wayward Saints’ property again and I'll put a bullet between your eyes."

  Standing up to my full height, I step back from him. His eyes widen when he sees my cut, and I turn my attention to Brynn. Grabbing her hand, I drag her toward the back of the club where I know they keep private rooms. I’ve been back in them a time or two and the bouncer won’t think twice about letting me in.

  I nod to the bouncer watching the area and pull Brynn into the first empty one. Pushing her against the wall, I lean my body against hers trapping her.

  "What was that shit?" I ask.

  She looks up at me with wide eyes and I know I'm probably scaring her more than she was before. "I'm sorry," she whispers looking at the ground. Forcing her to look at me, I grab her face with my thumb and forefinger.

  "Brynn," I whisper.

  Our lips are a few millimeters from each other, and I want so bad to press my lips to hers.

  Pulling away from her, I pace the room.

  "Bentley," she says quietly. My eyes shoot over to her, and I watch her walking toward me. Her hand reaches out for me, and I know I need to keep my distance from her. I won't let myself ruin her. It would kill me. She's the first girl besides my sisters that I've wanted to protect and I won't go there with her.

  When her hand lands on my arm, I just stare into her eyes.

  "I can't be the man you want me to be."

  She looks at me like I killed her dog or something. She slides her hands to my waist, and I can't help but pull her to me.

  Fuck it.

  Claiming her mouth, I walk us to the bed and sit down. Pulling her into my lap, I run my hand down her back pulling her body closer. Her short as fuck dress is starting to bunch at the waist and I can see her barely there panties. Black lace. Just thinking about sliding my fingers into them and ripping them off her body turns me on.

  She straddles my lap, and I pull her so she rests right where I want her on my dick. I nip her neck with my teeth and a lower the straps on her dress so I can get to her tits. My dick is straining against my jeans, and I want nothing more than to sink inside her pussy right this minute, but I hold back. She won't be down for it.

  Grabbing her hair, I pull her head back so I have better access to her neck. Licking, biting and sucking, I take my time with her. She moans and arches her back when I give her hair a sharp tug. Sliding her panties to the side, I sink a finger inside her wet pussy and start to pump it in and out of her. She grinds her hips against me, and I know she's about to come. Her walls start to tighten around my finger, so I pick up the pace. Lowering my mouth to one of her nipples, I bite and suck until her body starts to convulse around my finger.

  Undoing my jeans with one hand, I pull my dick out and grab a condom from the table next to the bed. Suiting up, I lift her hips enough to get her right where I want her. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her hair in the direction I want her body to go. The minute she sinks onto me, I feel a tingling sensation I only feel when I'm spanking a girl’s ass until it’s bright red. Fuck.

  Her pussy is tight around me, and I can feel every movement she makes. Forcing her to stand enough without letting me slide all the way out, I grab her panties and give them a good pull, watching them tear effortlessly.

  Gripping her ass cheek, I spread them and force her to sink back down on me. Her moans fill the room, and I want to be able to see that perfect ass of hers. Pushing her off of me, I grab her waist and spin her around so her back is to my front. Bending her over, I adjust her.

  "Keep your hands on my knees," I demand.

  She nods her head and does as I tell her. Grabbing her ass in my hands, I groan. Fuck, what a sight. Slamming my hips up and into her, I groan when her pussy grips my dick. Her fingernails dig into my skin as I pump in and out of her at a rough pace. She tries her best to hold on to me but slips every few strokes. She cries out, and I'm not sure if it's in pain or pleasure. Fuck, I don't even care at this point. I'm chasing my release, and the pain of her nails is almost enough to bring me over the edge.

  Watching her ass bounce in front of me, I get the urge to mark her. Before I let her sink down on me again, I hold her still and bring my hand down on her pale ass. Her yelp turns me the fuck on. Pulling her back into my lap, I fuck her rough and hard until I come. She screams out my name and I know she's right there with me.

  "Fuck," I breathe.

  I pull her up so she is leaning back against me and I kiss her neck. She has a fine mist of sweat on her, and as much as I want to tie her to my fucking bed at home, I know I need to keep my distance. She's too fucking perfect for me to do this to.

  Helping her up off my lap, I suck in a breath as we separate. Damn.

  She fixes her dress and grabs her torn panties off the floor. Smirking, I tuck myself in my jeans and grab them out of her hand putting them to my nose. Taking a big whiff, I groan. "Fuck you smell so fucking good."

  I hear her whimper as she watches me. Shoving the panties in my back pocket, I make my way to her and pull her in my arms. Kissing her on the lips, I make a decision. She's gonna hate me after this, but I can't do this with her. I won't let myself.

  "As much as I want to do this again, I can't ruin you."

  She sucks in a breath and all the color vanishes from her face.

  "How... How would you ruin me?" she asks quietly.

  Running my hand along her jaw, I look at her in the eyes. "Babe, that was about as tame as I can do and it still was barely enough. I need the pain, and I don't want you to become like me. I don't want to hurt you. Ever."

  Her eyes snap to mine, and she stares at me for a few moments before she says anything. "You mean you like to hurt women to get off?"

  She looks ready to cry, and I want to say fuck it and give it a try, but it wouldn't be fair to her. "I don't hurt them. They ask for it. Your nails digging into my skin had me so close to coming. I need to be able to have my way with someone, and I can't do that to you. I need someone to submit to me completely, and I know that is not you. You like to test my patience every day at the shop, and I love that about you."

  I can see the tears welling up in her eyes and I hate myself for hurting her. Before they can fall, she pulls out of my arms and heads straight for the door. I know this is the outcome I was hoping for, so does it fucking hurt so bad?

  Before she walks out of the door, she stares at me and goes to say something, but thinks better of it. She storms off, and I take a seat on the bed again. Running my hands over my face, I try to decide if this is the right choice.

  I know it's the right choice for her but can I live without her in my life?

  Getting up, I fix my jeans and make my way out to the club. I spot the guys standing at the bar talking to a couple of chicks. Making my way to them, I shrug off the thing with Brynn and go to order another drink.

  "Where the fuck have you been?" Bash asks bumping my shoulder. Smirking, I down my drink and ignore his question.

  Leaving me alone, he keeps trying to get into the panties of the bitch standing in front of him. He tells her that either she's riding or not and turns to walk out the door. I watch her as she tries to decide on whether it's a good decision or not. I can tell when she makes up her mind. I watch her run and try to catch up with Bash in these fuck me heels that look as though they could break at any moment.

  Laughing, I shake my head and make my way out to my bike. Straddling her, I watch Bash and the bitch he picked. She’s trying to be all sexy as she hikes her dress up slightly and tries to throw her leg over his bike behind him.

  Damn, I'm glad I'm going home alone.

  Chapter Four

  Brynn

  I knew that sleeping with Bentley would be a terrible idea, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted to get a little piece of him even if I knew that it wouldn't last more than one ni
ght. Everything about him screamed hot sex, and I knew I wouldn't be able to say no to him. When he pulled me into the back room, I knew saying no was not an option.

  When he said he wanted someone to submit to him, I thought I was going to pass out. He likes to hurt women to get off. He said he would ruin me. I don't get what he meant by any of that. Maybe I'm naive, but I can't see him hurting anyone. After I had left him standing in the back room of the club, I made my way outside and to the first cab I could find.

  I never thought that he would make me feel cheap like that, but he is a Davoli, and I've heard plenty of stories to know that's how he makes other women feel. When the cab pulls up to my sister’s, I pay him the money and grab my keys from my bag. Getting into my car, I make my way home.

  The whole drive, the only thing I can think of is what he said to me. He didn't want to ruin me, and he needed to feel pain. Shaking my head, I try to push all thoughts of him out of my mind. If he doesn't want me, then I won't dwell on it. I deserve to be happy, and I won't stop myself from finding that.

  When I finally pull into my parking spot, I make my way to my apartment. Getting inside, I strip down and hop into the shower to wash away my shitty, yet amazing encounter. Once I'm showered and dressed, I brush my hair and teeth and curl up in the middle of my bed.

  Turning the TV on, I try to forget about the way his hands felt as he gripped me when he fucked me. Sighing, I turn on some TV show and try to focus on what's going on, but it's no use. He floods my thoughts.

  After about twenty minutes of staring off into space, my phone beeps and I check the new message.

  Tessa: Where did you go?

  Me: Home. Sorry I didn't tell you.

  Sighing, I turn and try to get comfortable. I can still feel where Bentley's fingers were digging into my skin, and my pussy still aches from when he was slamming into me. Dammit. I need to stop thinking about our sexual encounter if I am ever going to move past it. All I will get is one night with him, and I am glad I got that.

  Tessa: :(