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Cole laughed. “Gio isn’t that bad. You used to have a big crush on him,” he reminded me with another laugh.

I let out a strangled laugh. “Maybe I still do,” I shot back and ended the call.

“You’re staying,” he said, his gaze fixed on my face, studying me.

“I am,” I replied breathlessly. “Are you okay with that?”

He nodded and laid on the bed, chest down, with his head between my thighs. “I am, but,” he began and closed his lips around my clit.

I cried out my pleasure and pushed my hips towards his mouth, gripping his head to seek my own pleasure. “Yes!”

“But I’ll need another taste just to be sure.”

His mouth was magically efficient, somehow bringing me to the heights of pleasure and doing it quickly. The orgasm hit so swiftly I barely got a chance to enjoy the feel of his mouth and tongue on me. Again.

But it was the best damngood morningorgasm I could’ve asked for.

Chapter 12

Gio

It was never hard for me to leave a woman’s bed, and I never left a woman in my bed, but it took all the strength I possessed to leave Harper and head to the clubhouse. I didn’t want to. Hell, I could’ve spent all damn day buried deep in her body, savoring her sweet pussy and making her scream my name.

But I had shit to do and so did she, because apparently, I had another month of Harper in town and—I hoped—in my bed. But more importantly, since she wasn’t going back to California today, I needed to talk to the guys about what happened last night as well as what came next.Besides me.Already I couldn’t wait to get back to my house and to Harper because I wasn’t close to satisfied. Yet.

“Hiya, Gio.” Cindy stopped in front of me the moment I stepped inside the clubhouse and wrapped her arms around me. “Ready to pick up where we left off the other night? I’m sure we can find someplace private.”

Shit. I stopped and stared at the busty blonde. Had it really only been a few days since I had my dick buried in her throat? It seemed like a lifetime ago. “Not now. Business.”

She pushed her lips out in a pout. “Find me when you’re free. I need you baby.”

I stared at her again and shook my head. I wanted to tell her that I didn’t think so, that it likely wouldn’t happen again but I didn’t need the headache or the drama. “Gotta go.”

Half the guys were in the office with Slate, who noticed me first. “Well, well, if it isn’t Cinderella back from the ball.”

I flipped him off. “It was a gala, not a ball.”

Slate frowned. “What’s the difference?”

I shrugged. “How the fuck should I know?” I stepped inside the room and scanned each face. Diesel and Hawk were here, Maverick and Rocky were too, but there was no Rebel. “Something happened last night.”

And just like that all the chatter in the room stopped and all gazes swung to me. “What’s up,” Diesel asked.

I gave my brothers a rundown of last night after the gala. The bikers. The shooting. Everything except fucking Cole’s sister until my balls were empty and my cock ached to do it again. “Even if they haven’t realized exactly who I am, it won’t take them long to figure it out.”

“This problem should go away in a few hours, right?” Rocky stared at me with an unrecognizable expression.

“No. She’s gotten two more events over the next month. At least,” I added using her words that were either a warning or a simple explanation of her uncertain timeline. “And they’re at the Regency.”

“Fuck,” Diesel groaned.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “She’s at my place and I’ve talked to Cole.”

“Stick to her like glue,” Rocky instructed.

“I will.” Of course I wouldn’t let anything happen to her, with or without Cole. “What did we find anything at the hotel last night?”

“Yeah,” Slate began and launched into a detailed tech explanation that none of followed. “I was able to get into the casino footage, but I didn’t find anything, which means the deal didn’t go down last night or they did it someplace without cameras. Which if I were dealing in shady shit, would be my choice too.”

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