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I still chuckle watching her be so bossy. It was sexy as hell.

When she approached me, I almost couldn't speak. I was so enamored by Lacy that I could hardly think. She ordered two whiskey's and I swear; I think I fell in love at that moment. Most college girls who came in here asked for the fruity drinks that we don’t make. The only other woman I’ve known to drink Whiskey was my mother…

I chuckled as the two girls argued back and forth. “You girls have never been to a biker bar before, have you?” I asked.

“No, but I like what I see,” Lacy said, biting her bottom lip while leaning closer to me, her boobs threatening to pop out of her tight shirt. Damn, if I almost didn't come in my pants right then and there.

“What’s your name?” I asked, before I realized the words had escaped.

“Lacy. What’s yours,” she asked, swirling the tiny black straw around in her drink.

“I’m Drake. I own this bar with my three younger brothers Axel, Brlaze, and Ryder” I said, pointing up to a picture above the bar. I never gave strangers information about me or my family, so this was a first for me. After that, Ivy started to loosen up and I caught her checking out Axel, but that damn hussy that liked to follow him around like a lost puppy, started running her claws all over him. It wasn’t until Ivy passed out, that I finally made my move with Lacy.

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Now, as I stand here watching this beauty that is all mine sleeping, that moment seems so long ago, but yet, just like yesterday. Lacy has become my family and she has taught me to let my guard down. That I am capable of love and worth it, too.

I walk past her, not wanting to wake her. Suddenly, I hear her stirring behind me.

“Hey, when did you come up here?” she asks, her voice groggy.

I turn around as she rubs her eyes. “Just got up here, but didn’t want to wake you,” I say.

Willingly, I open my arms. This is something that has become second nature to us. I open my arms, and she instinctively moves into me. As I close my arms around her, I inhale her sweet scent of lavender and lemon. It is intoxicating.

“I wish you had,” she murmurs.

“Nah, you get cranky when you are woken up,” I chuckled.

And, it’s true. She can be super cranky when she doesn’t get enough sleep. But, I still find it strangely endearing.

“I don’t get cranky,” she argued, but I see the sly smile on her face as she speaks.

I kiss the top of her forehead, as I shake my head back and forth. “Sure,” I mumble.

She’s too tired to argue, so she just falls against me and sighs. “What time do you have to be back down there?” she asks.

“I have about two hours,” I say. It’s times like these that I wish I didn’t have to run the bar. That I wasn’t the owner and could just rely on someone else to handle my shift. But, that’s not the case. I’m a Raven. Handling things is what we do.

Lacy looked up at me and her eyes were full of desire, and a naughty spark that told me exactly what she thinks we can do in two hours. She takes a finger and begins tracing the outline of one of my tattoos that snakes down my arm. The sensation makes goosebumps appear over the black ink. She takes her other hand and runs her fingers through the thickness of my beard. “I think I know what we can do to occupy our time,” she says, a devilish wink appearing.

Lifting her up in my arms, I hold her like I would a delicate feather. She laughs and my heart jumps. I carry her all the way to our bedroom and once I drop her on top of the mattress, she lets one last laugh escape before her entire body language shifts into a wild little vixen. She is all hands and moans as she quickly helps me discard my gray t-shirt and jeans. Lifting her tank top over her head, her breasts spill out. The creamy vanilla mounds make my mouth water like I’m about to taste a delectable dessert. A treat created only for me.

I take one of her taut nipples in my mouth and suck, as I move my hand to her panty line. She moans and nods, letting me know she is ready for me.

Hell, who am I kidding? My badass chick is always ready for me. As my fingers play with her panties, she throws her head back. I’m teasing her-- making her wait for what she desperately craves, and I fucking love it.

Taking my hand, Lacy wastes no time pushing my fingers past that line and into her wet folds. Within minutes, I have her body twisting and writhing as she screams my name over and over again.

We continue to play, me in the gushing waterfall that is Lacy, until it’s time for me to head back down to the bar. I leave an exhausted Lacy lying in bed as I make my way back downstairs. If that little playtime was any indication of how this night would be, I was about to have one hell of a night at the Twisted Kingdom Clubhouse Bar.

Chapter 3

Lacy

I woke sometime later that evening, as the bright yellows and reds of the setting sun shone through our bedroom window. After Drake had given me several orgasms, he had retreated to his holy place-- the Twisted Kingdom Clubhouse Bar. And me-- I fell into a lovely sleep.

But now, my body is satisfied and I am in need of a shower, before I make my appearance downstairs. Thankfully, I finished my homework for my classes at Hollow Cover University I take,so I could have the evening to hang out with the Raven’s and Ivy, if she found time to stop by tonight.

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