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“Gigi, are you in there?” Skittles called. Last night, Diesel said calling people by their club name was a requisite. Eventually, he’d give me a nickname as well.

I grabbed a sheet and wrapped up. “Yeah. Come on in.”

“Wow, you look like shit.”

“Thanks. I feel like shit, and my pussy feels like a jackhammer pounded it.” I sat on the bed and brushed hair away from my face. Skittles laughed. “I’m not sure I can handle Diesel.”

“I’m not sure any woman can. That’s why he doesn’t have an old lady. He wears them out, and they never show up again.” She grabbed Tylenol from the dresser and a beer from the fridge. She offered both, and I accepted. “Beer and Tylenol. Both are part of the biker life.”

“When does the Starbucks arrive?”

Skittles laughed. “There’s black coffee at the bar. Throw some milk and sugar in the cup, and you’re set.” She pulled a chair over from the desk in the room. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“At first, no. Standing out there last night, I thought I made a huge mistake, sending my father away. Diesel and I talked. There’s more to him than the raw around the edges asshole biker.” I placed the Tylenol on my tongue and chugged the beer, belching, still feeling like shit. “I honestly want more of the man. Did you know he graduated from Harvard?”

Skittles nodded. “The club knows Diesel is a complicated guy. You have to take the bad with the good. The club also knows his ass is very loyal. That’s why the early vote.”

I got up and shuffled toward the bathroom. “His dick is also very special.”

Skittles laughed behind me. “Come out to the bar after your shower. We’re meeting Wendy and Carmen at the new dick house.”

“Dick is the last thing I wanna think about right now.” I closed the bathroom door, peed, and started the shower, skipping the obligatory look in the mirror. Yeah, I was hurting, but fuck Diesel was amazing.

Skittles sat with Wendy and Carmen when I emerged from the club’s depths with a slight limp. They watched me approach and enjoyed my perceived misery.

“Don’t start on me. It was fun at the time.”

“The way you’re walking, I’d guess you took it in the ass,” Carmen said. My eyes lit up. “That’s what I thought!” She left her stool and grabbed a cushion from another seat. She put the cushion on the stool and offered the seat. “You’ll need a couple of days.” The three giggled like we were back in high school.

“The dick house is our first club test. Successful, and we are golden. Fuck it up, and they won’t give us anything else.” Skittles opened a folder sitting on the counter. She removed a building design and handed it to me. “I need your help vetting the design and ensuring the building meets code.”

I nodded and studied the sheet. Skittles knew my father taught me the ins and outs of commercial real estate. I managed several buildings, including maintenance and tenant contracts. “When do we leave?”

“Twenty minutes. Beast, Brainiac, and Diesel are meeting us there,” Skittles said. “Yes, you get to see the jackhammer this morning.”

I couldn’t help smiling. “Are we each lining up dick for the business?”

Wendy nodded. “Just like we discussed.”

Trixie walked behind the bar and grabbed a beer from the fridge. “Need any help?” she asked.

Skittles considered it for a moment but shook her head. “Figuring out if the new place is right or not. I’ll let you know, though.”

We left the bar and Trixie behind. “Something isn’t right about her,” I said.

“It was the pussy punch.” Carmen laughed.

Stimpy, one of the Prospects, rolled forward on his bike. He wasn’t a big guy like the other club members, but he’d taken a bullet, which meant everything to the club. “Beast told me to stay on your tails.”

Wendy sauntered to the wide-eyed Stimpy. He liked what he saw. “Staying on my tail? I like that.”

“What’s gotten into her?” I asked. “She’s become the resident leg spreader.”

“A man can feel his oats, but a woman can’t?” Skittles asked. “She’s having fun.”

We climbed into my car and left the club, Stimpy on our tail as promised.

“So, what was it like, Gigi?” Carmen asked. “The entire club could hear you and Diesel going at it.”

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