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He steps under the spray, pulling me in behind him, and we spend the next five minutes making out before we actually wash ourselves.

When the water starts to run cold, he turns it off and grabs a towel, wrapping it around my shoulders. A second finds its way around his hips before he leads me back into the bedroom.

He pulls out a pair of boxers from a holdall in the corner of the room that I didn’t even notice, and he hands me one of his T-shirts. I smother the grin that wants to spread across my face as I pull it on, and as he asked, I don’t bother with my underwear.

When I climb into bed, he joins me a moment later, wrapping himself around my body like a vine. His hand rests on my abdomen before sliding between my legs. His fingers trail through my folds, back and forth in slow, sensual movements that leave my head spinning.

He presses a kiss to the side of my neck before removing his hand. “Sleep, Maylie.”

Is he going to keep stroking me like that?

He doesn’t stop, so I guess I have my answer. Even after he turns the light off, his fingers play with my pussy, and I let my eyes drift shut, giving into the tug of sleep.

TWENTY-ONE

MACE

I wakewith a warm body pressed against the side of me. Dark brown hair fans over my arm, which is wrapped around her back, holding her close. Her hand drapes over my hip just as possessively as mine.

A calmness settles through me that I’ve never felt before. I could get used to this. Everything about this position, this situation, feels exactly as it should. Is it selfish of me to get involved with her considering all the shit happening in my club? Probably. But there is no way in fuck I’m letting her walk away or leave town as she had planned to.

Maylie is fuckin’ stuck with me now.

I wish we could stay like this forever, but I need to get up. Careful not to wake her, I slide out from under her, pulling the blanket around her body as she readjusts her position in her sleep.

I quickly dress, pulling my kutte on last before grabbing my wallet and phone.

“Is it time to wake up?” her sleepy voice asks.

“I got some errands I need to run. Sleep in as long as you want. When you’re ready to get up, find one of the prospects. Usually, there’s one behind the bar in the main room. He’ll get you, Toby, and Ivy something for breakfast.”

I lean down so I can kiss her head, and every part of me urges me to get back in the bed.

With monumental effort, I straighten, watching as her eyes flutter shut again, then I head for the door. I make my way to the bar room, knowing even though it’s early, Nicky will be here. He usually is.

There are a few brothers milling around, including Diesel, who is sitting at the bar, staring at nothing. I give him a lift of my chin in acknowledgement, but his dark eyes simply slide away.

Miserable prick.

I find Nicky outside, clutching a mug of coffee and halfway through a cigarette.

He’s not alone. Surprisingly, my foster brother is sitting with him. Nate’s eyes are squeezed shut as if he has a headache, and I’m guessing the ballooning swelling on his cheek as well the bruise under his eye might have something to do with it.

“You stay here last night?” Nicky asks before I question Nate.

“What are you, my fucking mother?” I banter, standing in front of them.

“Just observant. Your bike’s parked out front.”

“Yeah, I stayed here.” My gaze slides to my brother. “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Nothing I couldn’t fix.” He squints at me through his swollen eye. “You look different.”

“You’re just seeing shit because your eye’s all fucked-up.”

He sits straight. “No, that ain’t it.” He studies me for a beat before a smirk slides over his lips. “Did you get laid last night?”

I cross my arms over my chest, blinking at him in surprise. How the fuck would he know that? “Shut up.”

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