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The feeling of waking up in Colt’s arms was something I wouldn’t ever get used to. I didn’t want to move for fear of waking him up and breaking this perfect, peaceful moment. When I first moved here, I never would have guessed Colt would be the one making me feel protected and cared for.

After a few minutes, he began to stir. “Good morning,” he said as he rolled over to face me. Even though things were actually pretty great between us, and he’d really opened up to me last night, I still had this fear of him regretting us being together. But he looked relaxed and was smiling down at me.

“Good morning.”

Without saying anything else, Colt moved over the top of me and kissed me deeply. His lips were soft, and his beard rubbed against my face in the best way. All my self-doubt about what we were doing left as his kiss consumed my every thought. This moment right here was everything I’d fantasized about since the first time we were together.

He pulled away from our kiss but continued to hover over me, bracing his weight on his forearms beside my head. “Want to go for a ride today?”

I assumed he meant on his bike, but I couldn’t be sure with the way he started trailing kisses down my neck while his hardness pressed against the apex of my thighs. It was a Sunday, and I didn’t have anything planned. Even if I did, I would have given those plans up to spend a day on Colt’s bike with him.

“Yes,” I moaned as he waited for my answer.

“Is that a yes for the ride or for me to continue what I’m doing?”

I could hear the laughter in his voice. It was a side of Colt he tried to hide, but he was letting go a little bit more every day. Kate had said Colt laughed more, smiled more—because of me. I needed to stop waiting for something bad to happen and enjoy what was happening.

“Both?”

It took a while before either of us were able to pull ourselves out of bed and get ready. He tried to follow me into the shower, but I knew that would lead to more delays in getting on the road. When I wouldn’t give in, he reluctantly headed back to his room, so I could shower alone, and get dressed.

I walked downstairs to meet him and was a little surprised to see so many members sitting around the huge dining table this early in the morning. I offered everyone a quick greeting and went about preparing my coffee.

While rummaging around in the refrigerator, looking for my creamer, I felt a pair of large arms wrap around me. As I stood up, I felt his lips on my neck, nipping and sucking at my sensitive skin.

The catcalls that broke out reminded me of the audience we had. “What are you doing?” I tried to keep my voice down, but judging by some of the laughs from the table, they’d heard me.

“Sorry,” Colt said, not looking at all sorry with a smirk on his face. “You were bent over, looking hot as fuck. I couldn’t control myself.”

I felt the blush creeping up my neck. This man had the power to ruin me if he kept acting like that.

“Hurry up with your coffee, I have somewhere I want to take you,” he said as he smacked my ass.

I looked around the room at the smiling faces. It seemed they liked this side of Colt as much as I did.

The weather was gorgeous, making for a perfect ride. Less than an hour after we left the clubhouse, we were pulling off on an exit for Lake Mead. I mentioned wanting to take a tour of the dam a few days ago and was touched that he not only remembered, but took time out of his busy schedule to bring me here.

“This is so cool,” I said as I stepped off the bike and looked around. “Thank you.”

“My dad used to bring me here a lot when I was a kid. We’d go camping, fishing, all the things a young boy likes. It’s pretty cool.”

Hearing Colt share details about his life always thrilled me, but he wasn’t used to talking about himself or his past, so I only got pieces but stored them all away. He was a closed-off type of person, due to his mom having left him and his dad, but also from Jenna’s actions. I knew it wasn’t easy for him to share, and all I could do was keep encouraging him and be patient.

“Do your parents live nearby?” I asked, noticing how he always left out his mom.

“My dad has a house up in the hills over there. Ten acres.” He pointed to an area on the other side of the lake. “The kids love coming out here to visit him and his fiancée, Lydia.”

I wanted to ask more questions, but I didn’t want to push for more information when he was already giving more than I expected. Regardless of his childhood, it was clear that family meant a lot to him, and that was something I could understand. I saw that evidenced by the way he was with his kids. Even while running a club, my father made his wife and children his top priority. It was a quality I admired.

While I enjoyed spending the day at the lake, having Colt by my side was the highlight. He would occasionally reach over and grab my hand while we walked around. It was something I was afraid I could get used to.

On the way back home, I was surprised when we pulled off the highway and started driving through a sparsely populated neighborhood. I was even more shocked when we pulled into the driveway of a sprawling ranch-style home.

“Are we visiting someone?” I asked as he offered me his hand to help me climb off the bike.