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I shake my head. “I don’t want you to get bored of just me. I know you like to have your fun.” Zeke is notorious for his three- and foursomes. I was never jealous because he wasn’t mine, but I don’t want to hinder him doing what he wants to do by being in a relationship with me.

“If we have a repeat of what just happened in the bathroom,” Zeke says with a grin, “I’ll never be bored of you.” I roll my eyes and he laughs, kissing me quickly. Looks like I’m not the only one obsessed with kissing.

Pulling back, he says, “Seriously, though. I’m not worried at all. You’re who I want. I don’t need anyone else.”

“Me either.”

Zeke hums, kissing me softly all over my face. “Stay the night?”

Sighing, I shake my head. “I have to go into the office at six to get started on that contract for Prez and then I have to make up for missing today.” I moan softly when Zeke presses his stiff cock against me. “I would love nothing more, but I’ll want to keep you up all night, learning how to please you and get you off.”

Zeke growls, bending to kiss my neck. “That’s not going to get me to let you leave.”

Chuckling, I push against his chest. Zeke pouts but moves back. I slide off his lap and fix my clothes, adjusting my hard dick so it’s not pointing directly at his face. “I can stay tomorrow night, or you can come to my place. I don’t have to work this weekend, so I can keep you up as late as I want.”

Gripping the back of my neck, Zeke pulls me into him roughly, kissing me hard. “Get out of here before I tie you to my bed.”

I give him a quick kiss, then we head for the door. Zeke opens it for me, slanting his mouth over mine before he gives me a small pat on the ass. “Call me when you get home, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I head to my car, wanting tomorrow’s workday to be over already so I can be with Zeke. Learning how to please him will become my new favorite hobby.

Chapter Nine

Zeke

Prez calls me the next morning, telling me that Shane has the transfer of ownership contract ready. I briefly bristle, thinking that Shane should have called me, since we’re an item or some shit, but then I remember that this is business. Shane works for the MC and Prez is at the top of that. No doubt Prez would have shut shit down if Shane had called me and I had called Prez to let him know. I know my role in this MC so I’ll leave it be. Shane told me he can separate business from his personal life—I need to let him do that.

“I’ll be there,” Prez says, “and I want you there too. Reaper and Pete will be outside waiting with Kirk, but I need someone else inside in case Kirk jumps stupid. I’m not in the mood to have bruised knuckles or the cops called on me.”

Prez knows when me or any of the other brothers are around, he never has to worry about throwing a punch. He likes to get his hands dirty like the rest of us, but he rarely has to.

“Give me a few minutes to get dressed,” I tell him, already looking through my closet. Though I usually don’t wear anything fancy when I show up at Shane’s office, I know Prez will be dressed nicely. He always has on some slacks and a dress shirt and I can’t go around embarrassing my president like that.

After we hang up, I get dressed and ready to go, deciding to take my car instead of my bike. When I ride, I like to have on all my gear—helmet, gloves, leather jacket, boots and my cut—but dressed like this, that’s impossible. I grumble the whole drive, not loving how confined a car makes me feel.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve wanted the freedom of a chopper, the rumble of the engine in my ears and under my thighs. I wanted the wind blowing past me, whipping at my clothes and the freedom to move as I want with just a tilt of my wrist.

I have a car for practical reasons, like grocery shopping and shit like that, but it barely gets any mileage. I’d rather ride my bike wherever I go, but it’s not always feasible.

That’s doubly true now that I have Shane. I smile as I think about him and his fear of bikes. He rode with me once when we first met and he was a mess the entire three blocks we rode together. His arms were latched tightly around my waist and I could feel his erratic breathing as he pressed himself against me. His unease with the ride was enough that I never seriously asked him to ride with me again.

Now that we’re going to try to see what happens between us—with dates and shit, I’m sure—I need to make sure I keep my oil changed and everything is kept up properly with my car. I’ll have to give Finn a call so he can go over all the car shit he told the guys last year. I didn’t have a need for it then, but I’m not going to want Shane to drive every time I want to take him out.

Before I can make more plans for Shane and me, I pull up to his office, parking in the visitor’s lot beside Pete’s SUV. I’m not sure why he has such a large automobile. It’s not like he has many passengers in the thing.

When I step out of my car, Pete whistles, looking me up and down. I grin, turning around so he can get a good look at me, striking a pose when I’m facing him again. “Look good, don’t I?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in anything but jeans, sweatpants, and shorts. You clean up good.”

Kirk sniffs, turning his nose up as he looks at me. His eyes are red and his face is drawn and sickly looking. Probably withdrawals from the drugs.

“Got a problem, bitch?” I ask, stepping closer to him and dropping my voice. Kirk tries to kick his chin up like he’s tough, but that doesn’t last long. He shakes his head quickly, shrinking in on himself. “Good. And don’t think you’re going to come in here and tell someone this is illegal or some bullshit like that. I will fucking kill you if you try me.”

His eyes water as he nods, looking down so he doesn’t start crying on the sidewalk. I take him by the arm, dragging him beside me so we can enter the building. Over my shoulder, I call to Pete, “Take this bitch back home when we’re done.”

“You got it,” Pete says, sliding back behind the wheel of his car.

We make our way to the tenth floor, Kirk’s shabby clothes and overall appearance drawing attention to us. I should have told Pete to make sure he was dressed properly but fuck it. We here now.

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