“It’s hard enough being a cop with an ex-biker for a girlfriend. If you’re ever going to be my wife, a lot of things will need to change. It’s not me, of course, but people do judge.”
“Of course,” she managed to squeak out.
He exhaled, satisfied with himself.
“Let’s get something to eat.” He led them to the big pool house. She could smell meat being barbequed.
As they neared the building, she heard the familiar roar of motorcycles. The sound made her entire body tingle as it reminded her of Dog coming home after a run. She always looked forward to seeing him.
Hank heard it too and let go of her hand, rushing to the building where Grass and his higherups were. She walked closer to the road in an attempt to see the bikes. Was it the Hell’s Slaves or another rival club?
“Nice party.”
The voice from behind was so close to her ear she swore she could feel his lips.
She attempted to turn her body but he wrapped his arms around her waist first, keeping her in place.
“What are you doing here?”
“I can’t check up on my girl?”
“They’ll see you, Dog. You have no idea how many big names are at this party.”
“Oh, I have an idea or two.”
This time, she twirled her body around in the confines of his strong arms. “Did you kill anyone?”
He smirked.
God, he looked so damn sexy. There wasn’t anything he could do that would push her away. He smelled of leather and his rich cologne. She wanted to close her eyes and drown in him, allow him to fend off the world.
“Seriously, what’s going on?”
He stared down at her, not concerned in the least. Was he even listening to what she was saying?
“This dress, you pick it?”
She shook her head.
“It’s too fucking tight. And what is all this shit on your face?” He ran his thumb along her lower lip, then waited for her to take him in her mouth. Her pussy flooded with wetness. He pulled his thumb free, combing his hand into her hair.
“I’m playing a role.”
“A little too well,” said Dog. He wasn’t worried about the dozens and dozens of people around them. He didn’t blend at all. His entire focus was riveted on her alone. “You haven’t been to your house. I don’t like you being out of my reach. You’re getting way too cozy with the enemy, no?”
“I don’t like this any more than you, Dog.”
“Well, tonight, you’ll be in my bed.”
She gasped as his lips came down on hers. She melted against him—his strength, his confidence, his ability to get his way.
His tongue dominated, one hand roughly in her hair, the other squeezing her ass. When he pulled away, his eyes were intense. Everything about Dog was raw masculinity. “You gonna be able to straddle my bike with this dress?”
Was he actually planning on whisking her away, ending this fucked-up charade once and for all?
“Tell me what’s happening. You’re scaring me.”
He squatted down low and came up as he slid a razor-sharp blade along her dress, creating a slit right up to her hip. “Think I can’t take care of my girl? We’re going home. This whole thing never should have happened, but it’s over now.”
“You have enough evidence? Are you sure we pulled it off?”
He grabbed her upper arm, leading her out of the pool area toward the street. The roar of bikes was still echoing in the rural landscape.
“The bikes…”
“Forge is going to show Grass exactly who owns this fucking town.”
Relief flooded her veins. The club equaled safety. This was all going to be resolved tonight.
“So, everything’s okay? Forge approved this?”
“Forge listens to his old lady. She knew you were in trouble, and after tonight, we have more than enough to bury Grass.”
“What about you, Dog? You sure you want to be here?”
He stopped dead, when all she wanted was to be far from the country club and on the safety of his bike. Dog tilted her chin up. “If you’re talking about what happened to you at the diner, that was the hardest day of my life. I had to stand there and watch when all I wanted to do was take care of you.” He ran the backs of his fingers down her cheek and she leaned into his touch. “Now the game is over. Now you’re mine.”
Chapter Eight
“You good?” Dog asked, looking at Forge, who sat in his office at the clubhouse.
He’d taken Sable and got her to the club, only to come back in time to see everything go down with Grass. Dog had taken all the evidence he needed, blending into the party like a sore thumb, but along with it, he’d gotten the whole conversation with the cop recorded, not to mention the evidence leading to the weapons, the girls, even a couple of men and women talking about drugs and the hope of expanding distribution. Everything they needed had fallen right into their laps and it wouldn’t have happened if it hadn’t been for Sable. That woman needed to be rewarded.