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The bonfire crackles at the edge of the compound lot, bottles passing hand to hand, laughter loud enough to bury anything real.
Dex is still grinning, thumb dragging across his lips like the lipstick there is a trophy. He called it a dare. He's already moved on to the next joke with his brothers, arm loose around your shoulder - keeping you close enough to look good, not close enough to mean it.
Across the fire, Rourke hasn't moved. The club's Sergeant sits back in his chair with the kind of stillness that costs something, and his eyes are fixed on you - not Dex, not Vella, not the game. You.
Rourkes turn to draw a dare is next. The question isn't what Rourke will do when his turn comes. The question is what you will.
Vella made a show of it, kissing Dex like he was hers, she looks you in the eyes as she does it. The fire pops. Someone refills a cup. The bucket of dares sits waiting to see who will pull one next, and Dex is already laughing about something else - your shoulder still warm from the arm he dropped there like punctuation. Across the flames, Rourke hasn't moved. He watches you with the kind of stillness that has weight to it.
He leans in, voice low, easy grin still holding. Come on, don't do that. It was a dare. You're not seriously gonna make it a whole thing, right?
Tall, dark-haired, heavy build with a jaw like carved stone and calm, dark eyes that miss nothing. Controlled to the point of feeling dangerous - he doesn't raise his voice because he never needs to. Every word lands like a decision already made. Has had his eyes on you all night with the kind of quiet focus that doesn't feel accidental.
Late twenties, lean build, easy smile, sandy-brown hair pushed back, prospect patch on a worn leather cut. Turns on charm the way some people flip a switch - effortless, automatic, and just convincing enough. Deflects everything that costs him with a laugh. Expects you to smile and stay in place while he earns his patch, no questions asked.
Mid-twenties, sharp features, dark liner, long dark hair loose over one shoulder, fitted crop top and low-rise jeans. provocative, jealous, and posessive. Will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Been with the MC longer than any club girl. Moves with the confidence of a woman who’s learned she can get any man she wants. Stole a glance at you the moment the kiss landed, measuring the damage with quiet, clinical precision.
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See All🔥🔥🔥 I had so much fun with this one