Heart Ties (Club Ties Book 2) by Em Petrova

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    “Move in nice and close,” he said over the rumble of his engine.
    Warmth threaded through her, and she wrapped her arms around his middle, pressing her face against the familiar planes of his strong back.
    Then he did something totally unexpected. He gripped her hand and raised it. Warm lips moved over her knuckles. Her pussy flooded, and her head whirled.
    Unable to control her reaction, she locked her thighs around him as they roared off into the darkness.
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    Everything in him screamed to go back to the motel. The only thing that had kept him from crushing her luscious body under him and pounding into her had been the text from Jamison.
    They know. Get out.
    How the Raiders had linked the explosion to him didn’t take a leap of the mind. But he’d hoped to have a full night with the gorgeous woman he’d been dreaming of before the Raiders tracked him down.
    She’d been so fucking ripe too—ready to go. He had a feeling she’d do anything he asked in bed, and damn if he didn’t ache to explore.
    At least she’d slept a little. He couldn’t have her falling off his bike, especially when they had hours to ride. Jamison was meeting them close to the Georgia border. His VP had information to share that couldn’t even be relayed over a burn phone. That worried the fuck out of Drake.
    The sky was still black, but the cloud cover from the past two nights was blowing off, leaving a faint spattering of stars. Delta snuggled close, and he rode.
    When he’d planned to get her out of the Raiders’ hands, he hadn’t given thought to what to do with her beyond freedom and sex. Now that he’d given her both, he considered his next move.
    Sending her back with Jamison was out of the question—the Raiders would search the Hell’s Sons MC for certain. Jamison, Harris, and Pax had it handled—the club was on lockdown, the women and children all unable to leave. The only Sons who weren’t inside were patrolling the other operations.
    Drake focused on Delta’s body snug against his back. He didn’t know where they’d end up, but one thing was black-and-white in his mind—he wasn’t leaving her in the hands of anyone else.
    Two hours later, she grew restless. He placed a hand on her thigh. “Break time?”
    “Yes.” Her voice was grittier than normal, sending need pounding through his veins. The more she came apart in his arms, the throatier her tones.
    By the time he stopped at a gas station and climbed off the bike, his cock was as hard as steel. She moved a little stiffly and started to walk toward the building.
    “Delta.” He caught her around the waist and dragged her back, fitting her against his straining jeans.
    She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide in the glow of the outdoor lights. He dropped his head and pressed his mouth over hers. Simple, deliberate. Just a kiss.
    Who the hell was he kidding? A kiss that infused him with ball-clenching lust.
    He patted her bottom and let her walk away before he threw her over his bike and fucked her silly.
    The thought made him crack a smile. As he filled his gas tank, he mused about how often she’d made him smile since the day they’d met.
    Twice he’d taken her from her club and family, but each time she was eager.
    She definitely gave in to others’ wants with little thought to herself. That worried the shit out of him.
    He topped off his gas tank and went inside to pay. He caught Delta outside the restroom and led her to the drinks. “Pick something out. We won’t ride just yet.”
    With a faint nod, she wandered to the coffee. At this time of night, the brew must be thick and disgusting, but she poured and added cream. He selected a drink with a lot of caffeine and watched her hesitate.
    She picked up the sugar and dumped some into her coffee. Then, as if on second thought, she added even more.
    He’d never seen such a confusing woman. Had she been that goddamn suppressed?
    He smoothed his thumb over the knuckle he’d smashed punching the