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The moment that first icy sip hit her lips, Chrissy grinned.“I love it when the guys come up here.It’s my favorite part of Club life.The family parties.They’re unmatched.”

She was right.This was so much fun.So relaxing and calm as we watched the men playing along the water’s edge with their kids.You’d never know these were hardcore bikers by the way they doted on their wives and children.I wondered if the Devil’s Riders had similar parties and if German would take me to one of them someday.

A biker by the name of Gritty was manning the industrial-sized grill the men had trucked up from their Clubhouse.Waving us down, he let Sarah and Chrissy know the burgers and dogs were almost ready to be served.

Following the women outside of the temperature-controlled tent, we were met with a gust of hot air, making me eternally grateful for modern amenities.Inside we’d set up the drinks, chicken, potato salad, fruit, chips, and a myriad of desserts to go along with the burger and dogs.

German was with some of the guys.He was checking out their new custom bike that he wanted pictures of to send to Hammer.As soon as he came walking toward our tent, my heart began to flutter and beat faster.Between his dark good looks, his confident swagger, and those incredible tattoos, this man was every bit as mouth-watering as the food I was looking forward to consuming.

Scooping me into his arms without an ounce of care for who was watching, German whispered into my ear, “Did you miss me, Beautiful?”

If his looks and his winning personality hadn’t already been enough to seal the deal for my affection, his words definitely were.“I did,” I returned, snagging his head and pulling his mouth down to mine.His stomach growled then and I laughed.“Was that for me or the food?”

He grinned an impish sort of grin.“Both,” he said, slapping my ass as he took my hand and pulled me toward the tent.“Whoever said men can’t multitask!”

Because we’d ridden on the bike, I’d worn jeans to the lake.As soon as I’d gotten there, I changed into a sundress to accommodate for the heat of the day.Underneath, I’d worn my bathing suit in case we decided to go for a swim.I’m not sure what the guys wore, as I didn’t see a single set of swim trunks among them.

We ate and drank our fill throughout the day, listening to music, Club stories, and the kids playing in the distance.At night, we lit a few fires in some barrels and watched the stars.

I was grabbing a bottle of water to rehydrate after a day of drinking and sunbathing, when German took me by the hand and suggested, “Let’s take a walk.”

The air had cooled some, but it was still warm outside.I followed behind him as we strolled along the water’s edge.We chatted about the great food we’d had and laughed about how Smoke had tossed a tipsy Chrissy into the water when their kids begged her to come in with them and she’d said no.After some time, German stilled, turned toward the lake, and gazed out into the distance of the night.

“I love the water,” I said, appreciating the way the cool sand squished blissfully between my bare toes.“Always have.My parents used to take me to the coast when I was young.They’re some of my fondest memories.”

German drew me into his arms and held me close.“I love it, too.There’s something so relaxing about it.I’d like to buy a houseboat one day.Somewhere I could pick up and go whenever I wanted to see or do something new.”

That sounded like heaven.“I can see that for you.You have the feel of a nomad about you.”

Chuckling, German tilted up my chin.“You got some sun today.Your pretty nose will have extra freckles on it by tomorrow.”

I scrunched the aforementioned appendage.“Yuck!I have too many already.”

German shook his head.“Not true.I like your freckles.They get my dick hard.”

I burst out laughing.“I will never understand men!”

“We’re not that complicated,” he refuted.“We’ve got a short list of what makes us happy.”

I grinned.“And freckles make the list, do they?”

“Yes.That and blowjobs,” German quipped, and I slapped him on the arm.

“You’re terrible!”I accused without any real venom.

Securing my hands to my sides, he held me in place as he kissed the bridge of my nose.“Freckles are definitely higher on the list.”

As he kissed me gently, my body shifted from humor to horny faster than I cared to admit.“Sure they are,” I said on a breathy exhale, loving the feel and smell of him all around me.

He pulled back then and said, “Let’s go for a swim.”

This boyish side of him made my heart ache, along with other less virtuous parts of me.“But you don’t have any swim trunks.”

German shrugged.“I guess I’ll just have to go without,” he reasoned with a dark grin.

I swallowed, feeling warm from the thought of seeing him swimming naked beside me.“All right then,” I agreed, pulling down the straps of my sundress to reveal my yellow bikini underneath.“I guess I’ll have to join you.”

German’s hungry gaze watched as I reached behind my back and unhooked my top.Letting it drop to the sand at my feet, a spark of lust lit his brown eyes.

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