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“Sweet Christ,” Dom muttered. “Get her shit and get outta here, Ringo. I absolutely will not let you dry hump my daughter in my fuckin’ quarters.” Then he pointed at Calista. “You. If he hurts you, or doesn’t make it good for you --”

“Right. Come see you.”

“Actually no. Not unless you want him dead. Go to Lemon. Especially with the latter ‘cause I do not want to know.”

That made Calista burst out laughing. “Point taken.”

“Now. Ringo. Take care of my girl. You don’t and you will answer to me.”

“On it, boss.” With a grin, I stood and crossed to Calista. “Why don’t you rummage through that box Lemon gave you and find some jeans and socks. Get your boots back on and we'll take my bike.” I smirked at Dom, knowing putting his daughter on the back of my bike was probably one more nail in my coffin, but he’d been the one to start this.

It didn't take her long to change. “Where we going?” We walked outside the clubhouse and she glanced over her shoulder like she was really having second thoughts about the whole leaving-with-me thing.

“On a ride around the compound. Thought you might like a little taste of what you’re in for.”

She stopped dead in her tracks. “This better not be some nefarious way to do something awful. Because you might hurt me, but unless you kill me, you have to sleep sometime. I will totally follow through on my promise to cut off your dick and shove it up your ass.”

That got a bark of laughter from me. “Nefarious? Nah. Anything I do to you might be sinful, but I promise you’ll enjoy it and beg me for more.” I tugged her onward. “I think you’ll enjoy the bike. Nothin’ like the wind in your hair and a powerful machine between your legs.” I gave her my best wicked grin.

Her eyes widened. “Oh, no, you didn’t!” But she was grinning and continued on with me without more protest.

I helped her on the bike, showing her where to put her feet. “Do not touch the pipes. They will burn you even through thick denim.”

She nodded, then I climbed aboard and reached down to start up my bike. The rattle of the pipes always got my blood pumping. Now, with a sexy woman on the back…

No. Scratch that. Not with a sexy woman. My sexy woman. She was thirteen years younger than me, the daughter of my SAA, and possibly a stronger woman than I was ever prepared for, but I wasn’t giving her up.

When she put her hands at my sides, gripping my cut, I gently took one hand and tugged her forward until both of her arms were wrapped around me. One hand was flat against my stomach, while the other one gripped her wrist so she was locked to me. She didn’t seem to know how she could touch me so she was tentative, but I pressed my hands over hers, letting her know she could touch me all she wanted. Then we took off.

The compound was completely fenced in on a crap-ton of land. With the sun just now coming up and the heat not so great, I thought she might like a tour around the various sections. Just so she could see the terrain.

We didn’t have a road through the place, exactly, but a wide, dirt path packed hard. While I couldn’t ride with a great deal of speed, it was a fairly smooth ride. Prospects walked the path two or three times a week to keep the weeds beat back and the trail maintained, especially after rain or in sections we’d had to build wooden trails over.

The longer we rode, the more relaxed Calista became. At one point, I felt her cheek rub up and down my back. I couldn’t help but rub her leg as we continued.

It wasn’t long before my phone buzzed with a text. We’d just pulled up outside the family section, fifty acres which were fenced off with a privacy fence, so I dug into my back pocket to fish it out. In the process, my hand brushed Calista’s inner thigh. Even through our clothes, electricity seemed to arc between us. She shivered and tightened her grip around my waist. I looked back over my shoulder and winked at her. She buried her face in my back, but I saw the excited smile before she turned away from me completely. She still rubbed her face against my back.

I smirked to myself as I looked at the text message.

Lemon: Gt ur ass hr. 2nd [^] on lt.

Me: English please.

Lemon: FIO beoch

Heaven help me.

Turned out she and Apple had gotten the second house on the left ready for us. Whatever.

“Here.” Lemon handed Calista a phone. “It’s got mine and Apple’s numbers programmed into it, as well as Dom, Ringo, and Rocket. Full disclosure: Rocket is mine. I really like you, but if you touch him without permission I’ll have to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, girl. You’re gonna join me, Apple, and the other old ladies and we’re gonna keep these guys from gettin’ completely out of control.” Lemon smiled brightly and, to my surprise, Calista laughed, her eyes dancing in merriment.

“Yeah. I think we are.”

Apple grinned as she came out of the house. “Everything’s ready. Place has been aired out and fresh linens are in the bedrooms and bathrooms. This one has a queen and a full, but there’s plenty of room for a king in the master bedroom when you’re ready.” Apple was the milder sister, but she was still a handful. Especially since coming to Grim Road to live.

It was like, before a point in her life, she was one way. After that point, she was another. She was more abrasive than Lemon. Lemon had learned to joke. Somewhat. Apple meant every cutting barb she threw. And sometimes, she could be vicious. I was glad she was following Lemon’s lead in taking care of Calista. Having Apple for an enemy wasn’t advisable.

“Thanks, guys.” I grinned at both women and, before either knew I was going to, pulled them both into an embrace for a full two seconds before Lemon shrieked, ducking out of my hold. Apple backed up three full steps, looking at me like I’d grown two heads.

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