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“I’m just fine, thank you.” She lifts her pert nose while smoothing her tight dress. “Let’s go.” She may act unaffected, but her rock-hard nipples tell another story.

Looks like we’re in for a fun night.

The party is in full swing and the club is as rowdy as fucking ever. Everyone is laughing, drinking, enjoying themselves, and forgetting the problems we still need to face. There’s been movement from the Hell’s Outlaws and those bastards are up to no good as usual. And it sure as shit doesn’t help that the mayor has made it his personal mission to be a huge pain in our asses. He’s taking full advantage of his new position of power, keeping watchful eyes on every one of us. It won’t be long before he’s lining pockets with dirty money to make sure his plans of eliminating the Disciples are carried out to his corrupt specifications. Prescott may have it out for us, but his hands aren’t clean. We won’t stop until we find out every seedy detail about him. Then we’ll burn him to the ground and piss on his fucking ashes.

Angelic laughter knocks the bitter thoughts out of my head and I turn to find Sienna smiling at Boner. He’s always got jokes and I’m not surprised to find her amused at something my brother said. She’s completely content sitting beside me at the bar as she chats with my chosen family. This woman, who came here only a few weeks ago with a bratty attitude and preconceived notions of bikers and MCs, has made her way into my inner circle.

Here, she’s relaxed. She’s just Sienna. Not living in the shadow of the great attorney who was her father. Not living with the ghost of someone she thinks she’ll never measure up to. Just Sienna, a sharp-tongued, quick-witted, intelligent woman who remains calm in the face of a storm. The curvaceous, sexy girl I can’t get enough of. I have no idea why she let me in so quickly, but I’ll never let her down or break her trust. She deserves that much and I’m damn sure going to give it to her.

I watch her interact with my brothers for a while before Emma waltzes over and drags Sienna away to the pool tables. My hand itches to pull her back, but I let her go, turning toward the bar for another beer instead. Gunner appears beside me, grinning from ear to ear. Our road captain clinks his bottle with mine and takes a sip of his drink.

“Is that a smile, Throttle? I didn’t think you were capable unless you were making panties drop at the strip club.”

“Haven’t been to the Emerald in a while.”

He lifts a brow. “So I take it Sienna’s off-limits then?”

“Keep your fucking hands off what’s mine,” I sneer with warning written all over my face.

“Just asking, man. Although you’ve made it pretty fucking obvious when you scowl at everyone who talks to the girl.”

“Good. Then I’ve made my message fucking clear. Sienna is mine.” I lift the bottle to my mouth, taking a long sip.

Searching for her in the crowd, I find her bent over the pool table, her delectable ass barely covered by black leather. Her sight is focused on the lineup before she strikes, pocketing two solid-colored balls at the same time. Emma cheers while Sienna’s gaze lifts and instantly meets mine.

I need her.

I need her so badly I feel an ache inside, from my chest to the tip of my cock. Blindly passing Gunner my empty bottle, I hear him chuck it into the trash behind the bar. He walks away, shaking his head and laughing at me, but my attention remains focused on Sienna. Without thinking, I rise from my stool and walk toward her, each step more purposeful than the last.

“You done here?” At my gruff tone, Emma’s head snaps in my direction, but I don’t spare her a glance.

“Why? Is something the matter?” Sienna tilts her head innocently, slowly batting her long, thick lashes at me. She knows what she’s doing, teasing me in this tight-ass dress, flaunting her luscious body that I can’t wait to get my hands on. The image of her taking my dick, bent over this table while everyone watches, has my cock dripping precum in my jeans.

“Are you done here?” I repeat, my restraint weakening by the second.

Sienna grins like the cat who ate the canary and rises to her tiptoes to whisper in my ear, her full lips brushing against my sensitive skin. “I probably shouldn’t tell you, but…” Her manicured nails graze along my neck. “I’ve been wet since we got here. And I forgot to put on panties. Whoops.” She nips my earlobe, dragging it between her teeth.

Something inside me snaps and I grab her wrist, pulling her in the direction of our room. She chuckles behind me and I hear the murmurs from my brothers, all snickering about the show we’re giving them.

Fuck 'em.

All I want at this moment is to be balls-deep in this woman’s pussy until she can’t tell where she ends and I begin.

12

THROTTLE

As soon as we step inside, we’re on each other in an instant. Sienna’s arms wrap around my neck while my hands cup her lush ass. I kick the door closed, then pin her against it, trapping her with my muscled body. She drags out a moan, opening up just enough for my tongue to slip inside.

My palms caress her every curve. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night,” I confess between kisses.

“I know. Guess the dress did what I needed it to do.” Her lips part in a devilish grin.

“Princess, if you wanted Daddy’s attention, you didn’t need new clothes to get it. I’m always looking at you.” I yank her dress down, her voluptuous tits spilling free as I drag the garment along her curvaceous frame, and help her step out of it.

She rests against the door in nothing but those fucking stilettos, her body made for sin. I glance at her bare pussy and slowly lick my lips before reaching for her legs and lifting her until she sits on my shoulders.

“Throttle!” she shrieks, her calves dangling down my back while her hands brace against the ceiling.

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