Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

Spark

Three Months Ago…

Her green eyes lock onto mine, and she doesn't look away.

Not once.

I can see the flicker of interest, maybe even desire, dancing behind those eyes.

This is my chance.

Everyone else is caught up in their own worlds from watching the firework show.

It's the perfect distraction.

"Always wondered what you look like naked," I continue, my tone dripping with intent. "You've been a fantasy of mine for a very long time."

She takes a big gulp from her drink, trying to hide the flush creeping up her neck. "This isn't the right time to be telling me this," she says, though her voice wavers just a bit.

"Why not?" I challenge, leaning in closer so that only she can hear me over the music and laughter surrounding us. "If you ask me, this is the best time to be tellin' you."

"When I just found Jacob cheating on me?" she admits, bitterness seeping into her words. "You think that's the right time?"

"Oh babygirl, one night with me," I whisper, leaning in closer. "and you'll forget Jacob ever existed."

She arches an eyebrow at me, a playful yet challenging glint in her eye.

Before she can respond, Turmoil claps me on the back so hard I almost spill my beer. "Time to stop your shift, brother. Go enjoy the party for a while," he says before moseying his way behind the bar.

I grab a beer from behind the bar and walk around, keeping my gaze locked on Zoe.

She hasn't moved an inch.

Her ex-boyfriend Jacob used to hover around her like a bad smell, but he's out of the picture now and I'm happy as can be.

Good riddance—he was a piece of shit who never deserved her.

I lean in slightly, just enough to catch a whiff of her perfume. "You're lookin' good tonight, all things considered."

It's intoxicating, a blend of vanilla and something else that drives me wild.

"Thanks," she replies, her eyes locked onto mine. There's a fire there, smoldering beneath the surface. "You too."

"Jacob really fucked up," I remark casually, taking another sip of my beer.

"Yeah, well, he didn't know how to treat a woman," she says, bitterness lacing her words.

"I'm sure I could rock your world," I murmur, staring at her luscious lips.

Her lips part slightly, and she takes a step closer, the space between us sizzling with unspoken promises.

That vanilla perfume mingles with the scent of summer night air, making my head spin in the best way possible. "And what makes you think you could handle a woman like me?" she shoots back, her tone both teasing and serious.

"I've never backed down from a challenge," I reply, my eyes traveling slowly down her body before meeting hers again. "Especially not one as enticing as you."

She laughs softly, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "Big talk, Spark. But can you deliver?"

"Why don't we find out?" I lean in even closer, my breath mingling with hers. "Let me show you what real satisfaction feels like."

Her eyes flicker with something dangerous, something thrilling. "You're playing with fire," she warns, but there's no mistaking the invitation in her voice

As I get closer to her, I let my breath caress her ear and murmur, "If you want to play with fire, you know where to find me."

I step away, mingling with some of the old heads like Dixon and Cobra.

We talk about the Billings charter finally taking down The Commander.

They're glad things are settling down up north, but the brothel business is still cutthroat for our charter.

Speaking of, I haven't heard any updates in a minute."Competition laying off yet, or they still fuckin' around with the club's cash?"

Dixon shakes his head. "Nope, Damon'll let the prospects know more soon."

Just then, Damon calls them over, leaving me by myself.

My eyes find Zoe again, and she's staring at me intensely.

She turns and walks away from the party, heading toward the old tool shed.

A normal man would give her a little time to grieve the relationship she thought she had, but everyone knew Jacob was a real piece of shit.

Hell, even her father would go around the club saying how the dumb fuck never deserved his daughter.

If I had a conscience, I'd let her walk away, I wouldn't follow her…but I can't help myself.

It's now or never and I won't miss out on this opportunity.

I follow her, my heart pounding with anticipation.

She stops by the shed, turning to face me. "Rock my fucking world before I change my mind," she demands, her voice husky.

I need no further invitation.

I close the distance between us, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.

Wordlessly, Zoe slips into my arms, pulling me closer.

Our bodies meet in a rough dance of desire, almost like we've both yearned for this underneath the surface.

I lift her onto the workbench around the other side of the shed, her legs wrapping around my waist.

There's no space for conversation now.

Only the deafening echo of our shared longing consumes us.

Each kiss is more intoxicating than the last, every touch igniting sparks that set my soul aflame.

Never before have I wanted someone as much as I want her right now.

And by the way she clings to me, I know she feels the same.

Tonight could just be a one-night stand, but it could be a turning point for us.

I hope it is because I have a feeling the second I'm inside her, I won't want any other man to ever be.

"Not here," I growl lowly, "I don't want anyone findin' us. C'mon, let's go to my trailer."

I let her down from the workbench and walk around the shed, careful to make sure no one sees us.

Everyone's too caught up in the club's 4th of July party to notice Zoe's hand in mine.

We walk toward the back of the trailers until we hit the two bedroom I share with Turmoil.

As I push open the front door, she's pressing against me, her hands roaming against my cut. "I'm not even gonna lie. I've always wondered what it would feel like to be with someone in my father's club," she murmurs, her voice filled with both desire and a hint of uncertainty.

I smirk devilishly at her. "Well, luckily for you we have this golden opportunity."

Inside, I kick the door shut and pull her to me for another deep, possessive kiss. No words needed.

Then she pulls back slightly, looking at me with those wide green eyes of hers.

There's desire there, yes, but also a little bit of that old Zoe caution. "Is Turmoil going to walk in on us?"

I shake my head. "Nope. Turmoil's manning the bar for the rest of the night. It's just you and me."

She smiles then, satisfaction spreading across her face.

We move together like we were always meant to fit this way, bodies pressing closer and closer.

Her fingers tug at my shirt impatiently.

I take off my cut and hang it up on the hook by the hallway, then rip off my shirt and throw it aside.

She takes in my bare torso, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the six-pack and my Elvis shoulder cap tattoo.

I lead her back to my bedroom and pull her toward me as I shut the door.

Her fingers trace my abs lightly, her touch like fire on my skin.

I suppress a groan at her touch, my hands reaching for the hem of her top. "May I?" I ask gently.

She nods, a faint blush staining her cheeks.

Slowly, I strip off her top revealing her lacy bra beneath.

She's even more breathtaking than I'd imagined.

Her body is a masterpiece, thin and curvaceous with not a single tattoo to mar the expanse of her flawless ivory skin.

Her long brown hair cascades down her shoulders like a river of silk, and with the blonde ombre, it shimmers in the soft light of the bedroom like molten gold.

I pull her back into my arms and kiss her again, this time more fervently.

My hands roam over her back, tracing every dip and curve.

With every touch, I yearn for more.

Her soft moans and mews make me go wild.

I press my lips against her skin and the vanilla scent envelops me.

Making my way down her stomach, I apply chaste kisses all the way to her inner thigh before pulling her panties down.

Zoe runs her fingers through my hair and I yank her lacy thong all the way down, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind us.

Her breath catches as I part her thighs, my fingers tracing the soft skin there.

The taste of her is intoxicating, the most potent kind of addiction.

I can already tell what this is going to do to me.

It's going to make me want her, crave her, need her.

This is me, staking my claim on her whether she realizes it or not.

Zoe isn't some clubwhore, she's Widow's daughter and a forbidden fruit.

I may have to play the long game with her, but luckily I'm a patient motherfucker.

She tugs on my hair as my tongue explores her heated flesh, and I can feel the slight tremble in her body.

Her arousal coats my tongue like the sweetest honey.

Every gasp and moan that escaped her lips fueled me, drove me to continue until her back arches off the bed and she cries out my name.

She groans, her fingers tightening in my hair. "Oh God, Spark."

"Shhh," I whisper against her damp skin. "I've got you."

I finger her slowly at first, then with an escalating tempo that has Zoe squirming beneath me.

My name falls from her lips like a prayer as she comes undone under my touch.

After what feels like a shared eternity, she gasps and collapses back onto the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax.

My voice is husky. "Was that good for you?"

I already know the answer, but I still like to hear it.

She pants for a moment before nodding. "So fucking perfect," she manages to say between deep breaths.

Her answer sends a bolt of satisfaction through me before I stand to my feet, moving toward the foot of the bed.

I unfasten my belt and unzip my jeans, kicking them off along with my boxers.

Her eyes watch me intently, taking in every detail.

Moving closer, I grip her thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed.

She gives me a look filled with raw desire that makes me ache for her even more.

I climb on top of Zoe, positioning myself at her entrance.

Looking down at her, I give her a questioning glance.

She answers it by wrapping her legs around me and pulling me toward her.

Giving in to temptation, I drive myself deep inside of her.

Zoe gasps as I enter her, her fingers digging into my back.

"Spark," she whispers breathlessly, mouth agape as she adjusts to the feeling of me inside her.

Her body shudders against mine, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

It's the sexiest goddamn sound I've ever heard.

The tightness of her around me is indescribable, a perfect fit that sends shocks of pleasure up my spine.

I begin to move, slowly at first but it isn't long before our bodies find a rhythm that's all our own.

With each thrust, Zoe matches me, her hips rolling with mine in perfect sync.

Her nails dig into my skin and her moans fill the air around us—both marking their territory in ways that will stay with me long after tonight.

Time loses all meaning as we become lost in each other.

The world outside doesn't exist anymore.

Each moan from Zoe is like music to my ears.

She's suddenly gripping my shoulders, her body jerking with a series of mini earthquakes. "Spark...I-I'm…"

I already know what she's trying to say.

Her body is tensing up, preparing for her journey over the edge.

"Good," I rasp out, my rhythm unbroken even as my own end starts to creep up on me. "Come for me, Zoe."

And she does.

She practically screams my name as she shatters around me, her body convulsing in pleasure.

I don't even know how to describe how amazing it is.

The sight of her writhing beneath me, completely undone because of me, is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Her ecstasy triggers my own release and I follow her over the edge.

I still inside of her for a split moment, my seed flooding deep into her cavernous walls.

But, I feel there's more that needs to make its way out, so I continue to pump inside of her, rolling her clit with my thumb.

Zoe gasps as another wave of pleasure crashes through her, her body writhing beneath mine in a way that makes me feel like the king of the fucking world.

She grips my shoulders tighter, her nails leaving deep imprints on my flesh.

I kiss her fiercely, swallowing her cries as she rides out one orgasm and then another.

"Fuck, Spark," Zoe breathes out between kisses, her voice shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasms. "I never knew it could feel like this."

My rough laughter vibrates against her lips. "I aim to please, babygirl."

Finally, I allow myself to collapse beside her on the bed, pulling her tightly against me with a satisfied sigh.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly against mine, her fingers lazily tracing the tattoo on my shoulder.

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, catching our breaths and soaking in the aftermath of what just happened between us.

Zoe's head is resting on my chest, her fingers lazily running over my skin.

This feels perfect.

It feels like I want more of this… but I know I need to give her time.

She just broke up with her piece of shit boyfriend and I know there are unresolved feelings there, so I'll wait.

I'll wait for however long it takes until I can have her.