Property of Candyman (Kings of Anarchy MC: Tennessee #2)

Chapter 1

HOW TO NOT LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY TO A MAN WHORE

IZZY

“I’ve missed you.”

I jump slightly when I hear his voice. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here—especially him. I take a deep breath and turn around to see the man I’ve been thinking about nonstop. A man I have no business letting get to me.

“Candy-boy. I didn’t think I’d see you here today.”

He smirks at my reworked nickname for him.

I shouldn’t like the sparkle in his eyes, but I do—way too much.

I don’t know what it is about this guy, but I can admit I’m drawn to him.

Then again, I’m also drawn to chocolate, and if I ate it like I wanted to, I’d weigh five hundred pounds.

Just because I like it doesn’t mean I’m going to indulge.

It’s a hard lesson I learned from my childhood and one I still use today.

I was what some around me used to refer to as pleasantly plump.

God, I hated those words. I was in the fourth grade and weighed a hundred and twenty pounds.

I was also five-six and had C-cup breasts.

I began to hate my body, and as the girls in my class mocked me and the boys would whisper, snicker, and flip my bra strap, I began a downward spiral when it came to my self-worth and appeal.

My immediate family loved me, but they did not know the hell that I lived through—especially the one inside my mind.

“Griff was going to bring Savage, but when I found out you were in, I came.”

I frown, letting my gaze move up and down, taking him all in.

You’d be stupid not to admit that the man was hot as hell.

I wasn’t usually attracted to men with lighter-colored hair.

I could admit, however, that blond hair looked damn good on Caleb.

I sigh because I remember his first name, even if I shouldn’t.

I pretty much remember everything about him because I dream about the asshole a lot.

I hate that I do, but it’s out of my hands.

It’s his fault. He seriously looks like a Greek god, with long blond hair that falls just below his shoulders.

It’s got a wave and curl to it that most women pay a fortune to create at a salon.

His ripped body is covered in ink, and his face looks as if it was chiseled out of stone that was blessed by the gods.

He's perfection—everything that I’m not.

He’s also a player and nothing I can have.

I have goals and set timelines to achieve them.

I don’t have time to take a walk on the wild side.

Besides, whatever Caleb’s interest in me is, it’s not the relationship I want for my future.

He sees wild sex and a woman who knows the score and the ways of a biker.

He doesn’t realize that what he’d get with me is a woman who knows his world and wants to remain on the outside of it.

A woman who plans on being a damn good doctor and trauma surgeon.

A woman who wants a strong, steady, dependable man.

A man who won’t stray and will devote himself to me and our two-point-five children.

That thought makes me smile. I read an article once that said the average happy life equates to a house in the suburbs with a picket fence, two-point-five kids, and a pet dog.

I don’t know how you achieve the two-point-five.

I figure it’s an average of all the families polled, but the thought makes me giggle.

For my part, a devoted, stable husband, two kids—a boy and girl—and a family dog is definitely my long-term goal.

Short-term? I just want to pass my exams and stay at the head of my class.

“Should I worry you know my schedule? Are you stalking me?”

Even as I ask the question, the absurdity of it makes me cringe.

I don’t know the Kings of Anarchy club. They’re in Tennessee, which isn’t that far from here.

My cousin Spider knows them, though. Spider is the son of Aunt Beth and Uncle Skull.

We grew up together and we’re super close.

More so since the death of Spider’s brother, Diego.

When I told him about Caleb approaching me at Beau and BB’s house before all hell broke loose, he warned me away.

I knew it anyway, but according to Spider, Caleb is definitely a player and the biggest man whore around.

In fact, he’s notorious. Spider knows a guy who is pledging for the Kings, and let’s just say the description of Caleb’s exploits with the biker bunnies is enough to keep me away from him for life.

“Stalking? I prefer to call it strategically planning my next Izzy fix,” he purrs.

I shake my head. “I’m going to stop you right there. I don’t know what you have going on in that head of yours, but you need to stop.”

His smile doesn’t falter. One of his eyebrows kicks up in a high arch, and I make myself ignore how good he looks. “Stop what, exactly?”

“Whatever you’re doing by searching me out. I can assure you nothing is going to happen between us—”

“Wrong,” he murmurs.

“Nothing will ever happen. Listen, I love my family, Caleb. I love them with all my heart. Still, I know firsthand how hard it has been for my mother to put up with seeing women in the club who had Dad before they got together. It has been freaking years, and the ones that are still here act like little bitches to Mom. She doesn’t hold it against Dad, but she still cries. ”

“I’m not asking you to get on the back of my bike today, go back to Tennessee with me, and become my old lady,” he denies at once.

His words slam into me. Each one feeling like a knife that reopens old wounds I keep hidden. I’m a fool. I just assumed he was pursuing me for a relationship. I should have known better. Now, I feel humiliated.

“Then, you should also know I don’t do casual hookups. In fact, I don’t do hookups at all. It’s not the life I want. So, save us both some trouble and move along.”

“Define casual hookups,” he says, ignoring my plea.

“I’m pretty sure you know what a casual hookup is,” I counter.

“Pretend I don’t,” he says while sitting down at Beau’s kitchen table.

“Sex without meaning. No relationship,” I huff, getting annoyed.

“So, you want to be in a relationship with me?” he asks. The question makes my heart beat rapidly against my chest.

“You’re not a relationship kind of guy from what I hear. Plus, I’m busy with school. I don’t have time for a relationship.”

“Then, we’re back to just having sex. I can deal with that.”

“I’m not having sex with you, Candy-boy,” I mutter.

“We’re definitely having sex, Izzy.”

“We’re not. I told you I don’t do casual and that’s all you do.”

“You’re a virgin?” he asks, and I can hear the shock in his voice.

“Does that shock you?” I laugh, neither admitting nor denying what he asked.

“Yeah, it does. You’re fucking hot.”

“I’m not sure what that has to do with my virginity,” I huff.

“Nothing. It’s just, well, you’re what? Late twenties? You’re on track to finish medical school and start your residency. So, I can’t imagine a woman choosing to go without sex for that long a period of time.”

“Maybe that’s because the women who warm your bed don’t really use the word no.”

“Why, Izzy. Have you been stalking me?”

“You wish,” I grumble.

“Yeah, I kind of do. It’s obvious that you’ve been asking around about me. That means you’re interested.”

“I haven’t been asking around about you. I mentioned that you hit on me to Spider. He was all too eager to warn me away from you. He apparently knows your reputation from a friend of a friend. I’m told that your multitude of sins is a thing of legends.”

“Now, you’re just trying to make me blush,” he laughs.

“You would think that,” I respond with a sigh and a shake of my head. “Is there some reason you’re sitting in this house while my brother and Beau are gone?”

“Yep. I’m waiting on you. The way I look at it, you and I could be beneficial to one another.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Well, you’re a virgin who obviously has a lot of pent-up hostility. I could teach you the best ways to let that energy out—while bringing you so much pleasure that you pass out.”

“Nice to know you’re so confident in your abilities,” I reply sarcastically.

“Just speaking the truth. If you’d like, I can give you an example right here.”

“Sorry. I’d need a few rounds of antibiotics and a full body condom before I let you touch me.

” His head jerks back as if I slapped him, and I guess I did—at least verbally.

I sound like a bitch, but I ignore it. He’s the one who showed up uninvited.

“I think you can show yourself out, Caleb. I have some things I need to do before Pez drops off my nephew.”

I walk out of the kitchen and head toward the utility room. I feel kind of sick to my stomach. I hate sounding like a bitch—or even acting like one. Still, I know what I want in life, and that man isn’t it—even if I am attracted to him.

I shriek like a little girl when I feel an iron grip on my upper arm.

Caleb pulls me, yanking me around until I’m facing him.

He steps into me, invading my space and bringing our bodies so close that not only can I feel the anger radiating off of him, but I can feel the very hard rigid outline of his cock pressed against me.

I try to ignore the way my body heats and the nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach. It’s all I can do to look into his deep blue eyes. They’re more intense than I’ve ever seen them—and that includes my dreams when he’s making love to me.

“I never figured the princess of the Devil’s Blaze would look down on her own people,” he snarls.

“I don’t, you asshole. You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough. I got to tell you, babe. You might be fucking gorgeous, but a judgmental bitch is still a bitch.”

“And a man whore is still a man whore. You’re free to be that. I may not want that in my life, but I’m adult enough to know if that’s how you choose to live your life, that’s fine. Just don’t get pissed if someone else doesn’t like it. Now, get the fuck out of my brother and sister-in-law’s house.”

“It’s just as well. You’re not my type anyway. I like tits I can suck on and not get smothered by if my woman rides my cock. Hell, your pussy would have probably frozen my dick into ice.”

I gasp at his words. I’ve spent years trying to overcome the disgust my body brings me. It takes all of my control not to hide my breasts. Sadly, I can’t stop the tears that sting my eyes, and I hate that he can see them.

“Get out of this house,” I whisper hoarsely.

For a second, I think I see regret in his eyes, but I don’t care. “Izzy—”

I yank my body away from him, hating that I’m losing control. “Get the fuck out!” I scream, using the back of my hand to wipe at the tears that are escaping.

“Aunt Iz?” My head jerks to the side, and I spot Pez and Ty standing across from me. Ty looks shocked. Pez looks livid.

“Hey, Ty,” I whisper, walking over to him on shaky legs. He somehow hugs me and maneuvers himself in front of me, all at the same time.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Pez asks.

“I’ve asked Griff’s VP to leave the house.”

“Then, I think you better fucking leave,” Pez said, anger vibrating around him.

“Trust me, I’m going. There’s nothing here worth this shit.”

He stomps out of the room. Pez looks over at me. “I’m just going to make sure he leaves, Izzy.”

I nod, not sure I could talk right now if my life depended on it.

“Ty, buddy, why don’t you take your aunt out to the garage and show her the car you’re helping Beau paint?”

If I weren’t so upset, I’d smile at how just the mention of Beau makes Ty’s eyes light up. Beau may not have given birth to him, but she has bonded with Ty so deeply that nothing could break it. It happened very quickly, but I’m grateful.

“Okay, Pez. You want to, Aunt Iz?”

“Sure,” I whisper.

“We can go out the back door,” he says, instinctively knowing I didn’t want to see Caleb again. My nephew is as smart as they come.

I put my hand in his and let Ty lead me on. I was going to do some laundry for Beau, but right now, I just want out of here …