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don’t you call me later and we’ll see where this goes?” I slipped him a piece of paper with a fake phone number. Ray’s shock and confusion were clear on his face.
    “Oh no, baby. Don’t do this. You can’t work me up all night and then leave me with this.” He grabbed my hand and pulled down over the hardness of his erection. I squirmed trying to pull away. “I just need a little taste to keep me going.” With two quick steps he pulled me down a side alley next to the bar.
    “Ray, Ray not like this. Please!” I struggled against him but he had me pinned firmly against the wall his hands roaming over my breasts and his mouth sucking and nipping at my neck. With a firm yank he ripped my blouse open and pulled my bra down until my breasts were bare beneath his touch.
    I felt like I was floating outside of my own body watching him maul my breasts while his knee pressed hard between my thighs. Distantly, I could hear the rumble of traffic and the far away sounds of music coming from the bar. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.
    Right before I sank into despair, Ray pulled away from me. Thank God, he’s giving up. But when I actually looked at what was happening, the first thing I saw was the pained expression on Ray’s face and the huge shadow looming behind him. Cain. Thank God.
    Ray squirmed in Cain’s grip before finally wrenching free and turning to attack. Cain laid him out with one punch and a few kicks from his heavy motorcycle boots for good measure. When he came towards me I flinched but his touch was tender, he slid my bra straps up over my shoulder and pulled the front of my blouse closed. The buttons lay scattered across the pavement.
    “Darling, are you ok? Can you hear me?” I nodded. My movements were the slow, logy movements of dreams. It was as if I were underwater. “Listen, we have to move. Something’s happened.”
    Without waiting for a response he closed his hands around my wrists and guided me out of the alleyway. His hands were gentle but there was an iron underneath. He lifted me up onto the back of his motorcycle and sat down in front of me pulling my arms around his waist.
    “You have to hold on ok?” The rev of other engines sounded nearby. “Shit, they’re here. Hold on!” With a deafening thunder the Harley woke beneath us and Cain wasted no time getting into motion. The streets began to pass by in a blur as we went flying out of town and the sound of the other engines disappeared into the distance.
     

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    Once we hit the open roads, the disconnected, floaty feeling finally left me. Instead I was acutely aware of everything from the rumbling metal between my legs to the wind lashing my hair and the metallic taste of adrenaline on the back of my tongue. More than anything, I was aware of the warmth of solidity of Cain’s body pressed against mine.
    He had saved me back in the alley but there was no reason I should trust him beyond that. He was a violent, brutal man in charge of an outlaw club. Still, for some reason in that moment I felt safe. I had believed him when he said ‘No women and no children.’ I didn’t think he’d try to hurt me.
    We pulled into a dirt parking lot outside an old industrial warehouse on the edge of town. Cain pulled the bike around the back of the building where it was hidden from the main road. When I stepped off the bike my knees almost buckled and he caught me quickly before I tumbled to the ground.
    “Easy, take it easy. It’s the adrenaline. You’re going to feel shaky for a minute.”
    “Where are we? What’s going on?”
    “This is a warehouse we own. We’re just going to lay low for a minute until I can get in contact with the rest of my crew.”
    “What’s going on?”
    Cain’s mouth was set in a grim line. “That guy you were distracting does the books for The Reapers. They were meeting today to discuss financials and we caught wind of it. We knew three Reapers who were responsible for killing one