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“I want you. Only you, Hunter,” Mallory moaned as I slid my finger inside.

Her voice built higher and higher as I moved in and out of her, and then, as I pushed a second finger in, she cried out my name as her orgasm shook through her.

Her knees wobbled as she came down, and I brought my hand around her back to steady her. Her eyes dazed with ecstasy, she looked up at me as I pulled my finger free, lifting it to my mouth and sucking her juices off. Her eyes rounded with lust.

With her taste still on my tongue, I pressed a hard kiss to her lips, and she sucked my tongue clean.

“Hunter,” she moaned as I pulled away.

“Never pick another man over me,” I growled, giving her ass a hard squeeze before turning and leaving her there. My dick throbbed, but I ignored it, leaving the room satisfied.

Chapter Twenty

Mallory

Two days in, and I was watching the strange animals prowl around the compound. Why were bikers strange animals, you ask? Because not one had spoken to me. Aside from Anna, Kay, and Bell, none had approached me. Even the few I did know, like Pretty and Jax and the president, seemed to keep their distance. I didn’t know what had changed between yesterday and today, but they seemed to have given up the effort of trying to get to know me.

So, here I was, sitting in the fenced-off yard, watching Adair roll around in the grass, picking up and trying to eat who knew what while Hunter was out.

I had considered staying in the room, but after three hours, I couldn’t entertain Adair anymore. It was the middle of summer and Adair had always been a grubby, little child who loved getting covered in mud. He had been restless since we had arrived. He slept well last night, or at least, better than I did. Pressed up against a near enough naked Hunter was one of the many reasons I couldn’t sleep, although there were a few others.

“Momma, I’m hungry.” Adair came waddling over to me, covered in freshly cut grass.

Momma? That was a new thing I had noticed. Adair used to call me Mommy, but as soon as he realized Hunter said Momma, he had adopted it, too.

I sighed and began dusting the grass off him. After he was marginally presentable, I checked my watch and saw it was almost twelve.

“Let’s go get you something, then.”

I took him by the hand, not feeling strong enough to pick him up today, and led him inside.

I got a few stares, and even a few glares, as I pulled my son along toward the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what the rules were on me using it since yesterday I had been with Kay and Bell, who had said it was okay. It wasn’t like I could keep Adair waiting until Hunter got back from who knew where.

I swung the door open and peeked inside. There were women all over the kitchen. Some were cooking, while I noticed some others were gathered in a corner, talking amongst themselves. The difference between the two was night and day. The girls in the corner were wearing clothes that barely covered the important parts, while the others, though I wouldn’t say were dressed conservatively, were covered up a bit more.

I didn’t realize I was staring until one of the ones cooking caught my eye. Feeling guilty for standing there like a spy, I stepped the rest of the way in.

“Um, hi. Sorry to intrude, but I was wondering if it would be okay to get something for my son.”

There was a long silence until I couldn’t bear its emptiness anymore. They just stared at me, and I couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

“It’s just … He’s hungry, and he hasn’t had anything since breakfast, so …”

They continued to stare. I didn’t know what to do.

Adair was clinging to my leg, and despite the fact I wanted to scurry back to Hunter’s room, I couldn’t, not when my baby was hungry.

A loud huff came from one of the women in the corner. She moved away from the group and came toward me, wearing a crop top, hot pants, and heels. Her hair was dark and a little mussed, which she brushed over her shoulder as she dropped down to her haunches.

“What are you hungry for, little man?” she asked.

“Baby,” one of the other girls hissed. “What are you doing?”

Baby, I presumed, stood up with a grand sigh before turning back to her posse. “Look, you can be a bitch to the girl all you like, but don’t take it out on the kid.”

Oh … So, that was how it was. I hadn’t thought what the women in the club would make of me, but being territorial wasn’t quite what I had expected.

“So …” she said, lowering down to Adair’s height again. “What can I get for you?”

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