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Ox

I was experiencingall sorts of firsts here tonight. Popcorn with hot sauce. Fancy microbrews that were actually fucking delicious. And this hot woman curled up beside me, sleeping like she didn’t have a care in the world.

Her head had migrated over to my lap, and her cheek was resting on my inner thigh. Not wanting to wake her, I’d had to suffer through my dick being at full attention for over an hour. All I could think about was her pretty little bow shaped mouth so close to my cock, and it would buck and thicken a little bit harder. Fuck, this was torture! But torture of the sweetest variety.

The movie had ended a while ago. Not that Kayla had noticed. She’d fallen asleep thirty minutes into the film. Now I was watching some basketball game on TV, and I didn’t even fucking like basketball, fighting the urge to stroke it to the beautiful woman beside me.

Carefully reaching down for another beer, I contemplated everything that had happened today and my conversation with Reaper. What I told Kayla was only partly the truth. We weren’t just going to “talk” to the Watchmen president about his fuckwad minion. We were going to send him a very tangible message with Ghost’s lifeless body tagged to it. We’d already told him once to back off, and the Devils didn’t tell you twice.

However, I knew Ghost wasn’t going to be easy to find. His road name wasn’t ironic. The man was good at disappearing when he wanted to. And the only reason we knew what we did about the jack hole so far, was because my brother Pipe was a savant with computers and data collection.

Still, Ghost wasn’t about to just slip away into the night. After the way I’d seen him eye fucking Kayla, I knew he wasn’t ever going to let her go. For a guy like him, there were only two options. Do as he said, or he’d break her in the process. And there was no fucking way I was going to allow that to happen. As long as I drew breath, I’d make sure Kayla was safe from that sociopath.

I knew it was like playing with fire, catching feelings for a girl like Kayla. But I couldn’t help it. The tiny, curvaceous woman had snuck up on me like a summer thunderstorm. It wasn’t just her sex appeal either. Shit, being in an MC allowed me to take a different girl to my bed every night of the week. In fact, I rarely stopped at one. But there was just something different about the little nurse that made me hungry for more. And boy, did that scare me.

I wasn’t the settle down type. I wasn’t opposed to it, per se, but I knew this lifestyle wasn’t for everybody. It was especially hard on women. I’d seen it a million times before. An MC was all about men and what they wanted. And women and children were often the unexpected casualties of this type of lifestyle choice.

And besides, even if I wanted to make a go of it with Kayla, her life was here in California. She’d said it herself. She didn’t even want to go back home. Her friends and her school were here in Cali. There was no way she’d relocate to Nevada to be with an asshole like me.

Kayla turned in her sleep and her mouth was now pressing directly against my johnson. Fuck me! This was going to be a long couple of days.

Gathering her sweet body into my arms, I decided it was time to put her to bed. I wanted to check the perimeter before I cleaned up, and Kayla needed to be in her room, not this lumpy couch, where she could get a good night’s rest.

The tiny woman in my arms snuggled closer against me and nuzzled her nose into my chest as I carried her to her bedroom. Pulling back the comforter, I set her onto the bed and she immediately flopped onto her back. Her shirt slipped up, exposing her tanned, toned stomach and my mouth began to water.

Feeling like a total pervert, I quickly dragged up her comforter and walked over to the windows. Peeking through the blinds, I looked around to see if there was anything, or anyone, out of place standing around. We were on the first floor, so if anyone wanted to, they could easily break into her bedroom and abduct her in her sleep. That thought caused a shot of protectiveness to surge through my veins. I was going to have to check in with Pipe and see if he could investigate safe real estate options in the area where she could stay once this shit with Ghost was all over. Even if I had to subsidize her rent, I’d be damned if she stayed here any longer than she had to.

Quietly moving back into the living room, I checked all the windows and doors. I found everything locked and the street quiet. Confident that Kayla was safe for the night, I went back to the living room and sat down on the couch that was a foot too small for me. Deciding I’d stay up a little while longer, I finished my beer while I watched Newsies for a second time.

Kayla

In the morning,Ox went out to handle some business for the Club. Reminding me to keep my doors locked, he’d headed out around nine and told me he’d be back in a few hours to drive me to work for my afternoon shift.

While he was gone, I did some laundry, cleaned up around the house, and prepped dinner for when I got home and was too tired to cook and tempted to buy take-out I couldn’t afford.

Ox was as good as his word and showed up to take me to the diner at noon. We rode on his bike and it was every bit as exhilarating as I remembered. I’d offered to drive, but he didn’t want Ghost to see my car parked outside of Mel’s and know I was working.

Handing him my helmet, I reminded him, “I get off at six.”

Ox placed my helmet in his saddle bag and gave me a big smile. “I might be named after a big, dumb beast, but I’m not as forgetful as one. I won’t be late.”

I laughed at that and watched him drive away. When I walked into Mel’s, Macy, one of the other waitresses on shift, whistled. “Who’s the hunk?”

Shrugging off my coat, I hung it on the stand. “He’s a friend visiting from out of town,” I said, trying to gloss over the topic of the large, handsome biker before my colleagues started asking too many questions. Questions I had no intention of answering.

“Are you dating this friend?” Macy pressed, her blue eyes watching my every micro expression.

“No,” I answered, feeling hella uncomfortable with this topic.

Around my age, Macy was a pretty brunette with a sweet personality that sometimes bordered on brutally honest. Twirling her dark hair around her finger, she asked, “Is he single?”

Usually Macy and I got along really well. We’d even partied together a few times over at my college. However, right about now, she was getting on my last nerve.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Have we been busy tonight?” I asked, quickly changing topics.

Macy grinned, pointing an accusatory finger in my direction. “You’re into him!”

I blew out a frustrated breath. “I didn’t say that. I don’t want to talk about it.”

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