My heart feels like it might beat right out of my chest.

I know Torch was probably just saying that stuff for Angie's benefit, but it felt like he was talking to me. It felt like he was being dead serious. It scares me. No. It terrifies me. I don't want that, do I? Why does it feel like part of me does? A large part?

"You okay, sweetness?" he asks me sometime later. Drake and gag-me have moved out to the dance floor. She's shaking her ass, bending down and touching her toes and sticking it up in everyone's faces. I don't see how Drake can be that clueless, but whatever.

"Yeah, just thinking," I tell him, trying to smile.

"I'd say overthinking."

"No, not really. I mean, I know that what you said, you said because of-"

"I said the parts that count because I meant them," he says, his hand coming back to cup the side of my neck, his thumb brushing along my chin.

"Okay." I wonder what parts he thinks counts.

"You're overthinking, sweetness."

"Is that a fact?"

"Mmm-hmm. I'm going to have to find a way to make you stop that."

"I miss your t-shirts," I confess, running a hand over the buttoned up shirt he wears. I don't know how a hot biker can manage to pull off slacks and a buttoned-up shirt, but he rocks it.

He smiles. "You don't say?"

"Yeah. I wanted to see what you would come up with next."

"I'll surprise you. Come here and give me those lips."

"I think I've given you too much lately."

"Is that right?" His face moves closer to mine. "I think you're going to give me even more. I think you're going to give me everything I want." His hand moves up my leg.

"Hunter." I try to protest at about the same time his hand finds my pussy.

"God, sweetness, you're soaked for me."

I wrap my hand around his arm in a weak attempt to pull him away, but then his finger skates over my clit. I'm already on edge and, with just that little touch, I'm primed.

"Let's go home," I tell him, unable to keep the pleading out of my voice. It doesn't even matter that I'm calling some hotel "home". It's a nice hotel, it's a suite, and it's close to a home. If I wasn't missing Gabby and my sister so much, I'd be more than happy to stay there.

He pushes a couple of his fingers inside of me, and I'm unable to tell him no. Right now, I just want more.

"Do you feel the way your pussy squeezes around my fingers, sweetness?" he asks into my ear. "Do you see how fucking full you are with that plug? Look around. No one here would even imagine that you're getting it in both holes right now. They have no idea that I'm finger-fucking you or that I'm about to make you come while they're sitting there eating their dinner."

"Jesus, Hunter..."

"Maybe I need to slide under the table and eat you. I bet my girl would like that, wouldn't she? Tell me, would you come loudly even in a room full of people?"

His words are more effective than any hands-on foreplay. They are enough to send me over the edge. I can feel my orgasm right there, just within grasp. That's when Drake and gag-me come back to the table. My entire body tenses up and I expect Torch to remove his fingers, but he doesn't. He keeps them lodged inside of me. He doesn't really thrust them, but he does slide them around. I shift uncomfortably, hoping he'll take the hint to remove them. Instead, his thumb pushes hard against my swollen clit.

"Hey, you two. You want some dessert before we call it a night?" Drake asks, motioning for a waiter.

"Actually, I could use a little taste of something sweet. What about you, sweetheart? Do you want something?" he asks, his face all innocent.

I wonder what he'd do if I told him I did want something: to come. Knowing him, that's exactly what he wants me to do.

"I could go for something," I answer stupidly. It's hard to think when he picks that moment to slide his fingers out of me and slide them over and over my clit. My dress is up to my hips now. I'm sitting across from Drake, who seems to be smiling a little too much. Gag-me is shooting daggers with her eyes. I feel like they know what's going on and I'm praying they don't look under the table. At the same time, I'm fast-approaching the point where I don't give a fuck. Torch's fingers are moving slowly over my clit, giving me a taste of what I want, but it's not enough. I'm busy trying not to thrust my hips or move in a way that might give away what Torch is doing to me. I didn't even realize he ordered cheesecake until he's holding the spoon near my mouth.

"Open up, sweetness," he says, pushing the spoon to my lips. My eyes are locked on his as I take the spoon in my mouth and suck the small bite of cheesecake inside. Its flavor dissolves in my mouth, but I barely notice it. The sweet taste is nothing compared to the look in Torch's eyes. That's a look I could get drunk on. His fingers pick up their speed. I look around, scared that he's giving us away. They have to know what he's doing. Drake is talking to gag-me and they're not really looking at us. I can't believe it. It feels like everyone should be watching. I bite down on my lips as I feel my pussy quiver. Torch's fingers move faster and faster over my clit in small circles, and upon the completion of each one, he pushes against my clit, pulling it to the side. My brain tries to keep up with the movement, but soon I can't. I feel the fire flood through my system. I'm going to come.

"More, Hunter. I want more." And there's no fucking way he could think I'm talking about the cheesecake.

In answer, he takes my mouth and kisses me just as I feel my release. My hand bites into his side to keep from screaming. He swallows my cries. The kiss lasts until my orgasm has somewhat died down. My body still feels as if it is on a razor's edge. I'm still primed for more, and nervous. When we break apart, Torch is smiling. It's not a cocky smile, not really, but he's happy.

"Fuck me, if cheesecake did that to Angie, I'd keep that shit in the house," Drake says, but I don't turn and look at him.

"Can we go home now?" I ask Torch.

"Absolutely, sweetness," he says, his voice hoarse with need.

Finally.

"Tell me, are you planning on making me wear one of these for the rest of my life?" Katie asks as I finish inserting the new plug, using the cloth to wipe the excess lube off my hands. This one is bigger, and she doesn't know it yet, but what comes next has nothing to do with a toy. That isn't what makes me smile, though. Hell no. What does that is how she automatically goes to "the rest of my life". That's different. Does she even know she's linking us together long-term? I doubt it.

I pull her skirt back down. This one is longer, falling to her knee. She bitched this morning when she couldn't find any jeans. I have them hidden. What can I say? I like what I like. She stopped bitching after I showed her the advantages of wearing a skirt. After her third orgasm on my tongue, she was more than happy with me. I'm thinking this may be my way of dealing with Katie from here on out. It's a solid plan. My genius is never fully appreciated. I flop back on the bed and Katie, who lies on her stomach, automatically puts her head on my chest. I can't stop myself from running my fingers through her hair.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her.

She looks up at me, her arm loosely draped around my waist. Those damn gray eyes grab ahold of me yet again. If she knew how deep she had her hooks in me, that fear I see in her eyes would disappear.

"Don't, Hunter," she whispers.

"Don't what?" I ask, confused, my finger sliding down the bridge of her nose.

"Don't tell me lines. I don't need them."

"You think because I'm telling you you're beautiful that I'm automatically feeding you a line?"

"Listen, you're a player, I get that. But I don't need the lines. You've already bagged me. For the time we have left, just-"

"You need to shut the fuck up now, Katie."

I put a hand in her hair when she tries to pull away from me. That's not happening, not after what's gone down between us.

"Weren't you listening to me at dinner?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"Katie, there's no buts. I'm not playing here."

"C'mon, Torch. We barely know each other. We agreed, one week, and-"

"Hunter."

She looks confused. "What?"

"I've noticed. When you let down your guard, you call me Hunter. When you're building up walls for me to break down or planning on saying something to piss me off, I'm Torch again. Let's clear it up right now. To you, I am now and will always be Hunter. No more fucking walls, no more jumping through hoops. Just you and me."

"We barely know each other," she repeats.

I pull her face closer to mine. "I don't give a fuck."

"Hunter, you have your club to look out for. Bethie explained to me how that works. I have my sister."

"You're not listening to me, sweetness. I said I do not give a fuck."

"You're being crazy," she says. "There's too much between us. It would make being together impossible."

"Do you care for me, Katie?"

"You were a one-night stand."

"Do you care for me, Katie?" I ask again.

"How are we ever supposed to make things work? I have to protect my sister, Hunter. I have to."

I won't stop asking. "Do you care for me, Katie?"

"Hunter..."

"Answer my question."

"I don't know how to do relationships!"

"Katie," I growl.

"Yes!" she finally cries out. "Okay! Yes! I do! But ... I have to put my sister and niece first, Hunter. Bethie risked everything for me. She saved me!"

"Sweetness, I told you that, whatever happened, Skull was not involved. You said he had a traitor who helped set Beth up before. Is it too hard to think that person is the one who sent Beth that note?"

"I'm not stupid. It occurred to me, to both of us. But, that was Skull at the movies, that was Skull in that picture, and Colin told us that Skull was working with him because he wanted his daughter, that he would stop at nothing to get Gabriella back."

"And you can trust Colin? And not me?"

"He had a recording of Skull swearing revenge."

My spine stiffens at this new bit of information. "You never mentioned this before."

"I was... Shit, Hunter, I'm not even sure I'm doing the right thing, talking to you now."

I rest my forehead against Katie's. "I know it's hard. I do. But I don't want to walk away from this. I want more of you. I want all of you."

"If you're playing me, Hunter, I will cut off your balls."

"I care about you. I don't want to give you up, not ever. I don't care if it's been days, weeks, or months. I know that you're it for me. Trust me, Katie. I won't let you down."

My club always came first-until her. Katie is an obsession I can't give up. An addiction I crave. She's a fire deep inside, a beautiful flame that leaves me burned with a heat that I keep wanting over and over. I will find a way to make this work. I don't have a choice because this woman is my future.

Katie watches my face closely. I don't even blink. I've laid it out. I have nothing to hide from her. She is my priority. Then, finally, she nods her head.

"Tell me, Katie."

"Okay, Hunter. I don't want to give you up, either."

Her voice shakes and I know how hard this decision was for her. I kiss her gently, conveying the hundreds of things I've told her and all the things I haven't yet. I will make this work.

I have to.

"Hunter! Let's get going, Romeo. Shake a leg!"

"I'm coming! Geez, woman. I had to fix my hair. It takes time for this perfection," he says, strutting out to the jeep.

I can't help but smile, watching him. It takes me ten minutes. Hell, he's been primping for forty. I can't say it wasn't worth the wait, though, especially when I get a look at his latest t-shirt.

"Seriously?" I ask him.

"What?"

His shirt is black, and on it, it has two figures in a square. The first square is a depiction of a woman like you would see on a restroom sign with the triangle dress. Under that square, it reads: Your Girlfriend. The next square has a naked woman with huge tits bent over and offering her butt, and it reads: My Girlfriend.

"You're ridiculous, you know."

"Just bragging on you, babe," he says. "What can I say?"

I ignore him with a smirk and hand him my duffle bag that has my clothes. "Remind me again why we're moving so early?"

"We need to make tracks, sweetness. I plan on getting you to Kentucky today."

"I'm not sure I'm as excited for that as you are."

He slides his hand under my hair and pulls my face to him. "I promise you, you'll love it."

"If you're wrong I'll-"

He puts a finger to my lips, hushing me. "I wish you'd quit threatening my balls. They love you. You hurt their feelings."

I smile despite the worry and stress I'm feeling. "I'll see if I can make it up to them later."