Clarity — I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen, and I’ve fought tooth and nail to make a life for myself and the son I never planned to have. Caleb is my entire world, despite the circumstances of his birth. Being homeless a second time certainly hadn’t been in my life plans, so when a gruff yet sexy biker offers a bit of help, how can I possibly say no? Doesn’t hurt that the older man is easy on the eyes, and he’s so good with Caleb. I’d thought I wasn’t able to trust anyone ever again, but looking into his eyes, I know deep down he’d never hurt us. It just never occurred to me that I’d fall completely in love with him.
Scratch — The young woman and kid I find sleeping outside my club’s chop shop make me feel things I shouldn’t. Hell, she’s younger than my damn daughter, but it’s obvious she’s been to hell and back, and she’s still fighting. There’s fire in her soul, but the gentle way she treats her son leaves me wanting things I shouldn’t. Like a new chance at a family. What the hell would she want with a man thirty years older than her? When I took her home with me, I never counted on wanting to keep her. I’ll slay her demons, bury the monsters from her past, and then I’ll do the one thing I thought I’d never do… claim an old lady, then make her my wife.
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Scratch’s touch was gentle as he tipped my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eye. I expected anger or resentment, but all I saw was a man who seemed to care what happened to us, even if I didn’t understand why.
“As long as you’re under this roof, you have nothing to fear from anyone,” he said. “Not even me. I will lay down my life if that’s what it takes to keep you and your boy from harm. Despite everything you’ve been through, when I look in your eyes, I see innocence. You are the sweetest woman I’ve ever met, and I refuse to let anyone ruin that part of you.”
My throat burned with unshed tears and I did something I shouldn’t have. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his. I felt him stiffen almost immediately and I pulled away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. His thumb stroked my cheek.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
“I don’t know. It was impulsive, but I… I wanted to know what it was like to kiss you. I’ve never known a man as good as you are, and I wondered if kissing you would be different from the others.”
His thumb pressed to my lower lip. “Kitten, that wasn’t a kiss. This is a kiss.”
When Scratch claimed my lips, he didn’t do it gently. His kiss was harsh and demanding, his tongue sliding into my mouth as if he had every right. If I hadn’t been sitting down, my knees would have buckled. Never in my life had I been kissed so thoroughly. He slowly pulled back but didn’t release me. I found myself leaning toward him, wanting more. In that moment, I wasn’t a mom. I was a woman who desired a man. Something I hadn’t ever experienced before.
“That’s a kiss, kitten. And it was the best one I’ve ever had.”