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TJ held up a hand. “Just talking to your pretty lady, Brother. Not puttin’ the moves on her.”

Loco growled, but seemed to calm down rather quickly. “Long as you keep it that way.”

I huffed, and said teasingly, “You shouldn’t have left me if you were worried another man would find me interesting.” Beside me, TJ snorted. “I happen to look pretty good right now.”

I couldn’t tell if my snark annoyed him, his jaw was clenched so hard, but then his face cracked into a smile that traveled up to his eyes and I knew that I had him. He yanked me out of my chair and into his arms.

“You’re right, darlin’. Won’t make that fucking mistake again.”

I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he took my hand and led me to where the others were dancing to the slow, romantic tune of Norah Jones’Come Away with Me. It wasn’t the kind of music that one would expect to hear in a biker’s clubhouse, but it was perfect for a wedding. Loco turned me in his arms, and the next thing I knew I was flush against him, and we were moving in a tight circle of intimacy.

I curled my arms around his neck. His hands had started out at the base of my spine, but then glided down to cover my ass. “This is almost like making love,” I whispered up at him.

His grin was as wicked as they came, and the heated promise in his voice left me breathless with anticipation.

“Oh no, baby. This is fucking foreplay.”

Chapter 36

Loco

Holding Millie seemed natural. She was perfect in my arms, perfect in every way. I was more than ready to take her to my room, but I was enjoying the feel of her against me as we slowly rotated to the music. There was really nothing exciting about dancing to elevator music. It didn’t get your blood hot or your heart pumping. Not like rock did. There was nothing about it that made you feel alive.

Instead, if you were lucky, you got those feelings from the woman in your arms. Nothing about this was normal to me. Just holding on to a woman. Hell, we still had our fucking clothes on. But nothing had ever felt so right. I knew it was time to face the fucking truth--Millie was it for me. She was the one I craved, the one who’d ruined me for other women, and I was never going to let her go.

Over her shoulder, I watched Bull and V leave the clubhouse. I smirked, knowing exactly where they were going. Today was the day he’d planned to claim V out at Sunrise Heights. Make it official. It was a rite of passage that the original founders had come up with. In order to officially claim an old lady, a brother had to take her out to Sunrise Heights and fuck her in front of at least one member. Then said witness would come back and confirm it to the rest of the club. The old ladies weren’t supposed to talk about it to anyone else, but I was fairly certain that they did.

Getting that far with a woman had never been on my radar.

The music stopped, but I didn’t want to let Millie go, so I didn’t. I pulled her up against me and brought my mouth down over hers. Her soft moan as she submitted to me caused my dick to jerk. She opened her mouth for my tongue, and fuck if I didn’t lose control for a minute. It didn’t matter that we were right there in the middle of the floor, I wanted to take her back to my room and fuck her into tomorrow.

“Awe, look at that, I think Loco’s romantic side is coming out!”

I didn’t have to look to know that it was Frenchie who had made the snide remark, but he’d killed the moment and I gave him the finger. I pulled away reluctantly. Millie smiled sweetly up at me, her eyes slightly glazed. “Baby, why don’t you go to my room and wait for me while I kill Frenchie.”

She laughed. “Why would I want to go to your room?”

I raised a brow at her silly question and thrust my hips at her so she could feel my hard dick. “You want me to put it into words?”

“Maybe I want you to put it inside me.”

Fuck. Me.

And fuck Frenchie. I could kill him later. I took Millie by the hand and turned around to leave when my eyes lit on Leslie. I halted for a second, not believing my eyes. The woman was really becoming a nuisance. And how the fuck did she get an invite to the wedding? The club knew her, yeah, but as the waitress at The Eatery. Christ, we all ate there often enough. She smiled when she saw me looking at her. I narrowed my eyes and gave her my best fucking scowl.

“Babe--” I looked down at my woman. “Wait for me in my room. I have something to take care of, and then I’ll be right there. Yeah?” I gave her a peck and a pat on the ass and sent her in that direction.

I stood there for a minute, trying to decide the best way to handle Leslie. The pissed-off fucker inside me wanted to storm over there and make a scene that would leave her no doubt as to where I stood with her. She needed to get over her infatuation with me. Christ, I should never have fucked around with someone so young and inexperienced.

“Trouble, honey?”

I met the concerned look in Lulu’s eyes. She must have been walking by and seen the look on my face. “Women trouble,” I grated, taking my eyes off Leslie in case she came to the conclusion that I was staring at her for the wrong reason.

Lulu burst out with a laugh, which I’d expected.

“Women trouble! You?” she snorted. “And you’re with Millie now.”

I nodded, exhaling loudly. “Yeah. But there’s a woman here who can’t seem to get the message that I’m not interested in her.”

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