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I felt my balls tighten and I gripped her ass as I exploded. She did some voodoo shit with her cunt, continuing to contract her muscles, milking me dry.

“Jesus, fuck,” I breathed out, sliding out of her and getting rid of the condom. I found a box of tissues and wadded a few, pressing them between her legs.

She straightened, smiling up at me. “Now, that’s one way of dealing with road fatigue.”

“Yeah.” I grinned, leaning down to kiss her, but she leaned back.

“You’re not a cuddler, are you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Not typically, no.”

She settled her hand over my mouth before walking over to where her clothes were. “Please don’t start now.”

I laughed and we redressed quickly before rejoining the party.

CHAPTER FIVE

Trouble

TWO DAYS AFTER the Dogs’ party, I woke to a knock on my bedroom door. I pulled my phone off my nightstand and checked the time. It was just after ten A.M., so whoever it was just might live to see another day. Any earlier, and I couldn’t be held responsible for my actions.

“You awake?” Another knock. “It’s Indy.”

“Come in,” I groaned after making sure my ass cheeks weren’t hanging outside my covers.

“Good morning,” Indiana said in a tone that was far too cheery for this time of day. “There are a couple of Saints here and one of them is askin’ about you.”

Indiana was in his late forties and reminded me of Taylor Kitsch, if Tim Riggins had ridden rough and smoked a lot of weed.

“What? Who?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“Said his name’s Doozer. You know him or should I tell him to get lost?”

“No. That’s okay. I met him the other night at the Dogs’ party,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. “Tell him I’ll be right out.”

“Alright. I’ll tell Prince Charming to warm up the glass slipper.”

Indiana closed the door just in time to avoid the boot I’d hurled at his head and I heard him cackle as he walked down the hall.

All five of my housemates were guys who were older than me and they treated me like their kid sister. BFK had three houses in Portland where its members could crash. Our house had the most full-time live-in guests, followed by the place next door, which housed three guys, including Cowboy. The third house was five miles away and was used mostly for conducting club business. The rest of our members, many of whom were married, had their own places.

I dressed quickly and went to the living room to find Doozer and Sweet Pea talking with Indiana and Jimbo. As soon as he saw me, Doozer broke into a smile that sent a jolt of electricity through my stomach.

“Hey there. We didn’t wake you, did we?” Doozer asked.

“It’s okay. I was just about to get up anyway,” I lied. This was the first day I had off in a month, and I’d planned on sleeping through most of it. Despite this, I found myself happy to see Doozer again, even if I was still a bit groggy.

“What’s up? What are you doing here?” I asked.

“The Saints wanted to help spread some Christmas cheer so Minus passed the hat at last night’s meeting. We came by to give Cowboy the money we collected,” Doozer replied.

“That’s sweet. Thank you,” I said, surprised by the gesture. The Burning Saints had earned the reputation of a club you didn’t want to fuck with, but Doozer had a sweetness to him that his tattoos and kutte couldn’t hide.

“Yeah, well. Just trying to lend a hand,” he said, before gesturing to the kitchen. “Hey, can I talk to you for a second? In private?”

I looked to see Indiana, Jimbo, and Sweet Pea all staring at us from across the room.

“Sure. Let’s step outside,” I said, leading us out to the front porch.

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