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When Quinn first came to the MC, well Sin’s Bastard’s compound, she’d expected to find all these filthy bikers. All of them cussing, drinking and acting violent. She had been terrified when she’d arrived and she couldn’t believe that Charlie had wanted to move here.
What she hadn’t expected however was that it would be like family members all in one place. Some of the men lived with their wives and kids on the property in houses they’d built themselves. Everyone loved the kids. There were quite a few children too.
When she settled in, she realized they were like family to each other. As her health improved, she attended lots of their gatherings. The most memorable guests were the Morgan brothers, all huge men.
Chance Morgan in particular was one that she tried not to stare at. She couldn’t help it though. God, he made her suck in her breath anytime he was near. Tall and broad he was a younger version of his brother Talon or Mountain as the MC called him. Chance stood 6’6 inches tall and close to three hundred pounds of all muscle. His hair was white and he wore it long but pulled back into a ponytail. His violet eyes were something else he shared not only with Talon but his other three brothers and their niece Melora as well.
Another thing he shared with his four brothers was their tight muscular builds. All five Morgan brothers were tall and strong. They ranged in age from 39 to 48 with Mountain being the oldest at 48. Dante was the next in line at 45, then Byron at 43, Bowie was 41 and the baby of the family was Chance at 39.
Quinn had never seen men this huge.
From the first day she’d sat down at a picnic table across from Chance, she knew he was the man for her.
She’d tried to get his attention every time she saw him.
He would look at her and his eyes would seem to burn at her, then he would turn away.
It confounded her and made her more determined. She knew he wasn’t married as most of the Morgan brothers weren’t. She asked around and found out the Morgan men had found a favorite hangout since they moved here. The Roadster’s Bar. Of course, as they were all into classic cars and cycles.
Tonight, she planned to get dressed to the nines and head down there. She knew if they saw her unescorted, they would take her home, so she talked her brother Charlie into taking her. Since he worked with them at the shop, it would seem natural, right?
Charlie came and picked her up. She felt so nervous. She’d never gone after a guy before. But she’d been crushing on Chance for a few months now. If she didn’t go to where he was, she would never have the opportunity to get to know him, let him know she was interested.
The bar was loud when they went in.
Charlie was acting all overprotective as he grabbed her hand.
“Stop it, Charlie.” She tugged her hand away.
He scowled at her. “There are lots of men here, Quinn.”
Rolling her eyes, she refused to let him babysit her.
There were loud cheers coming from the back of the bar.
“That would be the Morgan’s,” Charlie quipped with a huge grin as he motioned her back.
They made their way through the crowd and to a room with dart boards and a few pool tables.
The cheers were coming from a table where men were arm wrestling.
Quinn rolled her eyes. If there were buckets in here to collect the testosterone accumulating in the room the buckets would be overflowing.
Her gaze narrowed in on one man at the table, arm wrestling another huge man.
Chance.
He sat with his back to them and looked as if her were relaxing under some palm tree while on vacation.
The other man was struggling, sweat pouring from his forehead while his body was tense and leaning sideways. He grunted and groaned as he struggled with Chance’s huge hand and arm.
The men were all laughing.
Then Quinn’s body tensed at seeing another person standing there.
Behind Chance’s chair stood a woman. Busty blonde in jeans and a sexy tank top. She was leaning close as her gold earrings glinted in the light.
Chance finally had enough and laid his hand down beating the poor guy. Mercy victory.
The guys all cheered raising their beer bottles.
The blonde jumped into Chance’s lap and kissed him on the mouth.
Quinn stood stock-still and clenched her hands into fists.
Chance stood up with the woman hanging around his neck. He set her down on the floor and gravity broke the kiss. He grinned and shook his head then his eyes met Quinn’s.
Quinn glared at him and flipped around marching to the front of the bar. How humiliating! Coming here dressed up to see him and then he’s with some slutty girl!
She huffed and sat on the nearest stool.
“What ya have girlie?” the barman asked.
“Whiskey neat,” she replied.
“Hey, pretty girl,” a male voice spoke close to her ear.
Quinn barely glanced at him. She was livid and now she just wanted to go home.
The bartender set her whiskey down.
“Wow, a woman who drinks the hard stuff!” the guy next to her said.
She nodded and gulped the shot down. Then she coughed. It burned bad.
He patted her on the back. “You okay, there?”
She nodded at the barkeep for another. It might help so that she wouldn’t scream her head off. To think that she’d pined away for him and he was like most bikers, sleeping around.
Another whiskey was set down in front of her and she didn’t hesitate at all. She dunked it back. And no coughing this time.
Finally, she felt better. She even turned to smile at the guy who was next to her.
He smiled back.
Her eyes then caught sight of Chance. He was standing in the entryway to the pool room. Casually leaning up against the doorframe with his huge arms crossed over his very large chest, he was looking directly at her.
She huffed. Well, let him look!
“So, I never saw you here before,” the guy next to her spoke.
Quinn glanced at him. “Cuz, I’ve be never been here before.” She laughed. She so hoped Chance saw her having a good time with another guy. See how he likes it. She took a peek over to where he was standing.
Not there anymore.
She let out a sigh. He’s just not interested and tonight showed her this for sure. This carrying a torch thing needed to end. God, she felt so foolish now.
She should’ve known better. Feeling a bit woozy, she figured she would go home. She wasn’t at all used to drinking. She looked around for Charlie.
“Who ya looking for?” the man next to her asked.
Damn, she’d forgotten he was even there. “My brother.”
“Oh, the guy you came in with?”
Quinn felt a bit alarmed as he was paying far too much attention to what she’d been doing, so she now took a longer look at the man.
He smiled at her. Handsome face but his eyes had a look in them that spooked her.
“Yes, so if you’ll excuse me.” She got off the stool and moved away from him.
The crowd had grown since they arrived and she saw Charlie’s head by the door.” Charlie!” she yelled. He was too far way to her. Dammit, why did he go outside? I bet it was to look at a bike or a car. She rolled her eyes and headed toward the front.
Out the doors, she went and it was an instant relief. No more loud music or smoke. She looked around for her brother.
Then her body was shoved to the wall. Before she could take a breath, large hands were pinning her and someone had smothered her mouth.
She tried to kick and fight but the man was too strong.
“I think it was rude you leaving me like that.”
Her eyes widened, it was the guy from the bar.
“Yeah, just act all stuck up, like your pussy is special or something.”
Desperate, Quinn struggled but his grip was tight.
He grabbed her tit with his free hand and twisted her nipple. She tried to bite his hand.
Then her head was slammed against the wall and she saw stars.
She screamed through the hand. God, that hurt! She squirmed and tried to get out of his hold.
Suddenly, his body and hand was gone.
Gasping for air her body slumped to the ground.
“AHHH!” someone shouted.
She heard shuffling and screaming but she couldn’t focus as she was slumped over on the ground.
Then she was in the air, wrapped in an embrace. “L-et me go...”
“Shhh, Quinn.”
Her eyes rounded. “C-Chance?”
“Yeah...” He sighed. “Hey, Charlie!”
“Yeah, Chance. Is she okay?”
“I don’t know. But take care of that trash. Tell my brothers what he did. The MC will judge him.”
Her gaze swung to the ground to see a bloody faced man lying there, still as a corpse.
Charlie called back, “B-but what about—”
“I got her. She’s coming with me.” He set her on his bike and got on behind her. Without a word, he took off out of the parking lot.
Quinn felt a little dizzy then it passed.
Chance maneuvered the bike with her against his chest.
After a few minutes, lights came into view. It was the ER.
“Chance I don’t need—”
“Shhh. You need to get checked out. I will be with you the entire time. Just tell them I’m your husband.”
Her eyes widened as he parked the bike, dropped the stand, then plucked her off.
He carried her in.
They took an hour to check her out in one of the curtained areas and just like he promised, Chance was there with her.
After they checked her, they were alone.
“What in the hell did you think you were doing?” he asked in a low voice.
Quinn felt confused. “What?”
“Sitting at the bar like that with that man.” His eyes nearly glowed a darkish purple color.
“Well, why do you care? You were busy with that slutty blonde!”
He looked confused for a second then his expression turned to shock. “Oh, shit. You were jealous?”
Quinn took a dep breath and looked away.
Placing his finger under her chin, he pulled her face back. “Look. I realize that...”
Quinn bit at her lip. Here it comes. Dumping me before we even get together.
“....We have something between us.”
Her head jerked up and she winced. “Yes?”
He nodded. “I wanted to pound that asshole into the ground when he was hanging all over you.”
Quinn giggled. “From the looks of it, you finally did that.”
He laughed with her. “Yeah. I did and I hope he hurts like hell when he wakes up.” He sighed. “Um, look...”
She lowered her head again. Hope died as she knew he was gonna let her down easy.
“...I do want you in my life. I want you like in a serious way though.”
Again, her head popped up. This time, she ignored the pain.
“So, I want to take it slow.” He moved close to her lips. “The old fashioned a way. We date, be friends, get to know each other and I may like get real close to you, but...”
Quinn almost couldn’t breathe. “But...?”
“I knew from the moment I first saw you that you were mine.”
Her heart was thundering again. Oh, god... oh, god. He is interested!
“But I’m not like other bikers. I don’t want us to fuck and part. Or fuck at all, really.”
Her eyes widened.
He laughed at her expression. “Oh, I do want us to fuck, eventually. Don’t be mistaken. I just... want us to do that after.”
“After?” Quinn’s body shook, as she wanted to pinch herself while thinking this couldn’t be real.
“Yes, after we are together for a while. Hell, maybe after we get married.”
Her eyes widened as her mouth popped open. What in the hell?
He shook his head as he grinned. Then he lifted her jaw back up with his finger under her chin. Moving in close to her lips, he gave her a soft, sweet kiss.
Quinn closed her eyes. She’d never felt a more tender kiss in all her life. And from this large man too!
“Ok.” The doctor had walked over. “Looks like you were lucky. Not a concussion. But here are instructions and if any of these symptoms occur, you are to come back to the ER immediately.
Quinn tried to smile but her heart was hammering so hard in her chest. “Um...T-thank you Doctor.”
He nodded and left.
“So now I take you home.” Chance smiled at her.
He did too, and then they started dating. Just as he’d said, they hadn’t had sex, just a lot of like... hot make out sessions.
Quinn wanted him something fierce, too. God, his scent, the taste of him. She just had to wait. But it was driving her crazy as she’d fallen deeply in love with the man. Biker man, hot rods, tattoos and all.
She was his, just like he’d said.