At six foot two inches tall, a solid two hundred pounds, Mel had practically grown up with her during her twenties. He was three years younger than her, and during her marriage, she'd viewed him as an irresponsible man who partied hard, wasted his money, and used his status within the club to get his fill of women. But, during the time she'd grieved for Duke, had her son on her own, Mel had stepped forward and looked out for her. Though some days it felt like they'd gone in too different of directions to remain friends.
She became needier. He became more responsible.
Mel sat down on the couch in her office and stretched his legs. She bit her lip taking in his muscled thighs. He'd come back from his run with the club heavily whiskered and even more appealing. If it were only the fact that she was sex deprived and she found Mel sexy, she would've dealt with the problem months ago. Maybe even years ago.
At thirty-one years old, her brain told her she was still young enough to go out and find a good guy to fall in love with, who would be a good father for Dukie and settle down to enjoy a good life as a small family. Her heart told her that she had the best family already and not to wish for more or risk everything she had in her life. The Ronacks Motorcycle Club provided her with everything she needed. If she married outside the club, she'd lose the security they provided.
She shook the hair out of her face. Except, sex. God, she missed sex.