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The dude, who really does resemble a Viking, suddenly breaks into a grin. “It’s been a long time, Harlem. Heard you got yourself roped up with Cash.”

Harlem chuckles. “Best thing I ever did.” He introduces everyone, and when it comes to the Nomad Brothers, they don’t miss a trick.

“Thought you were just an urban legend.” Hornet smirks.

“Rumors about swingin’ dicks are all true.” Brew cocks a brow.

Haze pinches the bridge of his nose. “For fuck’s sake.”

When their eyes fall on Star, I say, “She’s with me.”

“Damn, brother.” Viking looks her up and down. “I thought you’d brought a gift.”

I tighten my arm around her shoulders as she looks him dead in the eye. “I could drop you like a chump. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

A smile crosses Viking’s lips in amusement. “That so?”

“Let’s not get started on what she can do with knives,” Riot helpfully puts in.

“Sounds like my kinda woman,” Hornet agrees.

I’m not stupid enough to pick a fight with these guys, but that’s my woman they’re talking about. “She’s my kinda woman. My ol’ lady.”

Viking’s not giving up. “She claimed?”

“Yep,” I lie. I’m sure none of my boys will tell them the truth. If Star’s claimed, then nobody can do shit. Not that the same rules always apply to different MCs, but these guys are allies, not enemies.

“Plus, you’re not my type,” Star adds as the guy’s snicker around us.

“That so?”

She turns and very deliberately pulls me to her, crashing her lips to mine and I feel her tongue slide in my mouth. My dick hardens as I think about fuckin’ her in front of these assholes, knowing they can’t have her. Not that I want anyone watching my girl naked, but in a darkened corner I’d be up for it. It’s a fantasy that I know we’re gonna have to explore since I had the idea at the club. There’s a couple of low whistles and I know Star is smart. She’s staking her claim so there’s no trouble. She’s a chick entering another MCs’ domain. We have to talk the talk. And if she’s claimed by me, she’s completely off limits. She’s mine.

“Can we hurry this up?” she says loud enough so they can hear her. “I need to go home so you can fuck me, baby.” Oh, she plays the part of my biker chick so well.

Viking has his greedy eyes all over her and I want to rip his eyeballs from his head. “You ever wanna share, brother, just gotta ask.”

“Fuck you,” I throw at him. “We gonna get this show on the road, or are we gonna stand here all night pissin’ in the wind?”

They move off in front of us and the boys follow behind. I turn to look at Star.

“That make you horny?” I mutter.

She bites down on her lip and I grin. “Maybe.”

I spank her ass hard. “That’s for lookin’ so damn fine tonight that I have an entire MC wantin’ to fuck you. Makes my job ten times harder.”

She wraps her arms around my waist as we walk, her head leaning on my shoulder. “It’s a good thing the only man I want touching me is you.”

“Music to my ears, Mama. Just keep that smart mouth shut from now on, and we might just make it outta here alive.”

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ESTELLE

I don’t give a shit about Viking and Hornet. They can gawk all they like. Anyone would think they’d never seen a woman before. This whole ‘fresh meat’ and ol’ lady bullshit that goes on in motorcycle clubs is not only outdated, it’s fucking annoying. Assholes. But it’s not like I could expect anything less, because some of these clubs still operate in the Dark Ages. When I think about spanking Nevada and fingering his ass and how much he liked it, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

“Keep my mouth shut?” I snort. “Who died and made you the boss?”

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