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snatching up the flask. Eager for a calming buzz, I knock back a swig of whiskey and shoot the MC President a wicked grin.
    “Thanks,” I reply, craning my neck to take in the full, staggering form of him.
    “My pleasure,” he grins back. “Now, what are you gonna give me in return?”
    Brazenly, he places his hands on the points of my full hips. I have to force myself not to jump at his sudden advance. Still, can’t have him thinking I’m going to be some easy lay. I knock his hands away and take a step back.
    “Sorry. I don’t think I happened to catch your name,” I remark, raising an eyebrow.
    “Huh,” he scoffs, “This isn’t usually a place where names are traded, babe.”
    “Humor me,” I say firmly.
    “I’m Devlin,” he tells me proudly.
    “Hi Devlin,” I say, forcing myself to keep breathing as his eyes skirt up and down the length of my scantily clad body. “I’m Logan.”
    “Well Logan,” Devlin says, taking another step toward me, “Welcome to The Club. I bet you’re ready for a taste of the action out here. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t go to bed hungry. Trust me, I know how to fill a girl up.”
    “Oh, I bet you do,” I whisper. “Or at least, I bet that’s what you think.”
    “I don’t think, little girl. I know. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” he laughs, tracing a finger down the bare length of my arm. “To spend the night with a real man? Someone who can really do a number on you?”
    “Something like that,” I say, as nonchalantly as I possibly can. “Is that what you are? A real man?”
    “You know I am. And it probably scares the shit out of you, doesn’t it? I bet you have no fucking idea what that’s like,” he growls, his sweet, spicy breath hot against my neck. “Being with a real man.”
    “With all due respect,” I laugh lightly, ducking under his arm, “You don’t know the first thing about me. Or my life.”
    “Sure I do. What, you think you’re mysterious to me or something?” he shoots back, catching my wrists in his vice-like hands. “The girls who come out here from the mainland all have the same story. My boys and I have only been out here a couple of weeks, but I catch on pretty quick.”
    “Please let go of me,” I say firmly, tugging against Devlin’s unbreakable grip.
    “You sail out here on your little pleasure cruises, bored with your frat boys and horny hipster man-children,” he goes on, amused by my fruitless attempts at escape. “You’re looking for something new. Something edgy. Something you can tell your sorority sisters about at the next cocktail mixer or whatever-the-fuck.”
    “You’re way off,” I reply sharply. “That’s not me.”
    “That’s you all over!” he crows, tugging me hard against his incredible body. “Come on. You don’t have to be shy, babe. I know it’s hard, saying what you really want out loud. Saying that all you want is for me to ride you dirty. Teach you what a good fuck is really like. Lucky for you, I can read your mind like an open book. And it’s one hot read.”
    I let out a surprised yelp as I feel my feet leave the forest floor. The fireside scene goes topsy-turvy as Devlin slings me over his broad shoulder, running a hand up the back of my toned, bare thigh.
    “Put me down, asshole!” I yell, pounding my fists against his leather-clad back. “What are you, a caveman or something?”
    “Come on, live a little!” he crows, carrying me off toward the thick forest. All around, his MC buddies are pointing and laughing, cheering him on as he bears me off into the darkness. He strides along quickly, covering ground. With every step, the sounds of the bonfire fade a little more. Where the hell does he think he’s taking me?
    “I mean it, Devlin,” I growl. “This is not what I’m here for.”
    “Sure it is. You don’t have to be coy with me,” he insists, that hand gliding over the firm rise of my ass. “Trust me, babe. I know exactly what