They danced for a few more songs before they headed to the bar.

Hil waved down the bartender.

The kind-faced brunette woman hurried over and smiled. "What can I get you ladies?"

"Can we get a round of waters?" Hil requested.

Joey fanned her face, shifting her weight as they waited.

"It looks like you're a biker magnet now," Juliette said.

"I don't know why." Joey shook her head.

"Might be the outfit," Evonne said.

Joey peered down at the black jeans she'd paired with a black corset and three-inch-heeled boots. "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, but you're giving out the badass chick vibe. It brings all the bikers to the yard," Hilary sang, mimicking the Milkshake song.

Joey snorted, rolling her eyes. Their waters arrived, and they moved over to a tall table to hydrate and recharge.

"So, we meet again," a masculine voice said.

Joey glanced up at the biker and rolled her eyes. "You fly the wrong colors and belong to the wrong set. Let's leave it at that," she said.

"You an old lady?" he asked, eyes widening.

"Why do you need to know? You plan on contacting him?" Joey said. What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"In case you're too dense to get the hint, she's not interested," Hil said, lending her support.

"All I'm trying to do is get a name, and I'll take my leave of you lovely ladies," the biker explained.

Joey narrowed her eyes. "Joey," she said.

"Was that so hard?" the biker asked.

"Isn't this the part where you leave?" Joey said, folding her arms beneath her breasts as she studied the patch on his vest. "Snubs."

"I'll be seeing you, beautiful." Snubs turned on his heel and walked away.

"Okay, that was weird," Evonne said as she shivered.

"I think you should tell Moose," Juliette said.

"Why? So, we can start some shit?" Joey shook her head.

"Because it didn't seem random. Why did he only want your name?" Hil said.

"I don't know, shits and giggles?" Joey shrugged. "Don't read too much in this. We're here to have a good time and not leave the bullshit behind."

"I'm not saying we need to leave now, but when we get home you need to hit him up," Juliette offered.

"Deal. For now, let's hit up the dance floor, and keep on dancing 'til the world ends." Joey shimmied her hips to the Britney Spears song, and the girls laughed, following her back onto the floor.

High from a night out, and freshly showered, Joey sank down onto her bed and grabbed the cell phone on her nightstand.

You up? she texted Moose.

Yeah, you home?

She smiled. He'd been waiting to hear from her. Despite his need for space, he always kept tabs on her.

Home showered, and about to turn in. Something strange happened at the club. I wanted you to hear it from me first. The phone rang, and she cringed. "Hello?"

"What's going on, Joey?"

"I picked up an admirer in the club, which wouldn't be worth mentioning, except he had a cut."

"What?" The word sounded clipped. "Did you tell him you were taken?"

"Yeah, more than once. Told him he didn't fly the right colors too."

"And the douche bag kept pressing the issue?" Moose's voice lowered.

"Even asked me if I was an old lady. He wouldn't leave me alone until I told him my name."

"Son of a bitch." A thud came over the phone line. "Who was this asshole and what was his M.C.?"

"I didn't see the back of his vest. But the patch said Snubs."

"Shit. I don't even like the sound of that. Did you see colors?"

"Black and yellow, I think." Silence fell between them. "Moose."

"Jo-Jo, are you sure it was black and yellow?"

The concern in his voice made her stomach ache. "Yes. What's going on, Moose?"

"The only M.C. in the area with those colors is the Crazy Eights. That's hardcore one-percenter territory. They do their thing, and we do ours, respectfully keeping our noses the fuck out of their business. Did you catch his title?"

"No." Her voice shook.

"Was he with his crew?"

"I don't know. I only saw him."

"Okay, probably a brother out for a good time and looking to score. Did you tell him I was with Mayhem?"

"No." Because I didn't want to turn this into a battle. "I didn't want to give him that much. I figured he'd get the picture and step off, which he did after I told him my name."

"That shit's weird," Moose spoke low.

"I figured dude had one too many."

"Maybe. If you see him again anywhere, I need to know immediately."

"Done," she said, toying with a frayed edge of her blanket.

"Fuck, Jo-Jo, I don't even like leaving you alone tonight."

"Then, come over and let me work out all that energy I accumulated dancing."

"You feeling adventurous?"

His words worked something slumbering inside her. A need she couldn't quite place rose in her belly. "What did you have in mind?"

"Uh uh. You're either in or out."

His playful tone piqued her interest. "I'm in."

His body has been poised and ready to either fight or fuck since she dropped the bomb about Snubs. A name like that spoke volumes, especially in a one-percenter crew. What the fuck would he be doing sniffing around Joey? She didn't exactly scream biker bitch material. A part of him wanted to chalk it up to a one-off, but the dude's insistence on knowing her name bothered him.

Moose needed to be careful how he handled this. If he wronged the Eights and it came back down on Mayhem, Tiny would have his head. The thought of any man putting their hands on his woman as if he had a right to anything she possessed pissed him off. He tightened his grip on the handlebars. He'd have to do his research. It seemed off that the Eights would even be at a club like that.

Shoving the concern to the back of his mind, he approached her home and thought of all the wicked games he planned to play with her body. She'd given him the green light. The act of trust meant something. With the other girls willing to do anything to be seen on the arm of a lord, he never cared. The title he'd been forced to give her had pushed them to a level of intimacy he'd wanted to avoid but was man enough to admit he needed. It settled him. Took the sharpness off an edge he'd been developing. It felt good to have a feminine presence in his life who accepted him as is and understood his lifestyle.

You couldn't trust many people to watch your back or keep your business to themselves. So far, Joey had done nothing to raise a red flag. He pulled into her driveway, cut the engine and pushed out the kickstand before he stood, dismounted and walked over to the keypad on the side of the garage. How domestic. He punched in the proper sequence, pushed his bike inside, and lowered the door. Grabbing his saddlebags, he entered the house through the garage. They hadn't been together long, but he had a key. With his odd hours, it was easier. He walked through the dark house, easily maneuvering around the layout in the kitchen, until he came to the stairs.

At the top, he smiled at the line of light visible under her door. She wouldn't be sleeping tonight if he had anything to say about it. He strode to the bedroom at the end of the hallway, pushed open the door, and froze.

Joey lay across the bed in lingerie made of tiny pieces of lace that highlighted every curve. The black cups displayed her full breasts, and sheer black lace ran down her abdomen, stopping just above her pelvis as it webbed out. "I've been saving this for the right night." She shrugged.

Moose laughed. "I think you picked the right one, Jo-Jo. We're going to have so much fun, you and I."

She licked her lips and shifted in the bed.

"Are you nervous?" Moose asked.

"A little. I'm not..." She cleared her throat. "I haven't had many beaus, and none of them was anywhere near as-adventurous as you."

"Because they were idiots or unskilled. A woman like you inspires creativity." He dropped his saddlebags by the door and walked over to kneel on the floor, running his fingers down her legs.

Joey watched him from beneath her lashes.

"Last chance to say no, Jo-Jo."

"No, I want it."

Her automatic response made him smirk. "And you'll have it." He leaned back and met her gaze. "We'll start slow. I don't want to frighten or overwhelm your senses. If you don't like something, say 'red'. You need me to slow down, say 'yellow'. If you really, really like it." He massaged the supple skin of her thick thighs. "'Green'. Can you do that for me, baby?"

"Yes," she said.

"Good. For now, sit there and look pretty. Ever since I saw you nude, I wanted to see you painted in more than my come."

Joey moaned, rubbing her thighs together.

"I love the way you respond to me. I think you'll like this, maybe as much as I will." He removed his hands from her legs, stood, and walked over to his saddlebags, pulling out a lighter and the specialty candles that burned at a lower temperature than regular. The set mirrored the rainbow, ranging from red to a deep blue. He wanted to see them spread across her back in a tangled web of art that brought her pleasure on the edge of pain. A careful balance he would achieve to please her. "Do you know what these are?"

"Candles. Are you trying to set the mood?"

"Funny... No. I want to drip wax all over that beautiful brown skin."

She opened her mouth and he held out his hand. "They're made specifically for this, and perfectly safe. Their burn point is lower and I can control the intensity. Because we're just starting out, I'll drip from a higher point, which will allow the wax time to cool before it lands." He set the box on her nightstand and rubbed the smooth metal surface of the flip lighter. "I'm very good. It's one of my favorite things to do, but I don't indulge a lot."

"Why not?" She tiled her head to the side, studying him with those dark pools that saw straight through him like lasers.

"Because this takes trust, and for that to happen, you need to be connected to someone."

"But you want to try with me?"

Her soft voice loosened another brick on the wall he kept erect to keep himself safe. "I want to do everything with you, to you." He set the lighter beside the candles and sank down on the bed beside her. "What I want is more than the position of the one in control. I want your surrender."

Her pulse jumped in her neck. "W-what do you mean?" she said.

"I want you to give yourself to me for safekeeping, mind, body and soul. Know that I will put your wellbeing and needs first, and allow me to push boundaries."

A flicker of uncertainty appeared in her eyes. "Like the movies?" she asked.

He grinned. "Exactly."

"I never would've done that before. But with you everything is different."

The admission sparked a long-snuffed candle in his soul. "Tell me," he urged. The need to hear more, see further inside the woman bewitching him was so strong he could call it a compulsion.

"You're all I see literally. I used to think that was a joke people sung about. How can you only have eyes for one person? The world around me doesn't matter, only you, us, and the way we feel about each another. And it's scary because really we've only grazed the surface," she said.

Uncomfortable with the depths they were suddenly diving into, he nipped the sensitive spot under her chin. "We work well together," he said. Her head fell back and he nibbled his way up to her earlobe, sucking the flesh into his mouth. She shivered and he pushed her thighs apart, tracing the sodden crotch of her negligee. "How long you been wet like that, Jo-Jo?"

"From the minute you said you were coming over," she said.

"You know how to say exactly what I want to hear, don't you?" he asked.

"I just tell the truth."