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“It’s nothing,” he dismissed, taking me by the hand and leading me toward the front door. “You ready for a drink? I know I am,” he said, his eyes sliding over me slowly then.

Because the weather had continued to drop, Ox decided to drive to the party. However, we weren’t taking my car. He’d picked up a lifted truck, tricked out from head to toe with all the fun bells and whistles, courtesy of a connection from his Club Brother Hammer.

Coming around to open my door, Ox splayed his hands around my waist and assisted me into the truck. His warm hands, wrapped so intimately around me, caused my stomach to do a flip flop as he easily fed me into the passenger side seat of the truck.

As we drove, Ox began to give me helpful information about Club life. “When we’re at the party, don’t go anywhere without me,” he explained, checking his rearview mirror as he changed lanes. “This isn’t my Club, and you aren’t someone’s Old Lady, so you’ll be considered free game for any guy who wants to take a run at you. And looking like you do,” he paused, scanning my chest before his eyes shot back up to mine, “you won’t be able to go ten feet from me before some asshole shoots his shot. You got me?”

The intensity of his blue gaze caused me to swallow hard. The way he spoke, these men were no better than animals. “I understand.”

“Since I don’t want to have to beat a man half to death tonight, I’m going to introduce you as my girl. That will shut down most of the pricks trying to get into your pants, though not all of them.”

A giddy sense of excitement coursed through me when he said I was “his girl”. Though we were only acting for appearances sake, I couldn’t deny that I loved the way it sounded. Especially from his lips.

“You’re going to be fine,” Ox added, noting my silence. “Just stick close, don’t say anything about the Ghost situation, and you’re going to have a great night.”

This situation was even more intense than I realized. I was beginning to be less excited about my first MC party and more nervous by the second.

“You got any questions you want to ask me, Babe?” Ox posed then.

I thought about it. “Should I go by my name or use a false one?” With the Ghost situation, I wasn’t sure.

“Use your real name,” he instructed. “MCs are tight knit communities. It won’t take long for word to get back that you’re mine and everyone else should back the fuck off or else answer to me.”

I suppressed a shiver at his words. “But won’t that just anger Ghost?”

“Yup,” Ox returned. “But I want the fucker to be forewarned. He messes with you, Kayla, he’s messing with me and my whole fucking Club. Now everyone else will know that as well.”

I didn’t know what to say. Ox didn’t even know me. And he was willing to leverage his Club and his own safety to protect me. Most men I’d dated couldn’t be bothered to keep their word, let alone put so much on the line for me. I was humbled by his protection and more grateful than I could ever express.

When we pulled up to the DiamondBacks Clubhouse, a Prospect waved us through. Parking in the lot outside the main building, Ox looked at me and said, “You ready for that drink yet?”

Boy, was I ever. “Yeah, I think I am,” I said, my voice a little shaky.

Ox gracefully exited the truck. Before I could jump down from my seat, he came around the hood, opened my door, and caught me in his arms as I slid down his massive chest. My breasts skimmed his solid frame and my nipples instantly hardened at the erotic contact. Though my bra was lined, they were peaking so hard you could easily see the buds outlined against the skin-tight Lycra I was wearing. Ox could feel it, too. An impressive bulge swelled in his jeans and nudged against my stomach as my feet found purchase on the ground.

His great big hand cradled the back of my head, holding it still as his lips descended. My body immediately responded likea well trained pet, eager and desperate for his touch. Dragging me against his hardness, Ox ground his hips against my soft belly and I ground back, wanting to feel every delicious, hard inch of him.

Forgetting where I was, I moaned into his mouth, instantly falling under his spell. When he growled back, slick moisture pooled between my legs and I spread my thighs as his fingers began edging the waistband of my jeans.

“Ox!” a voice shouted from the periphery of our erotic little bubble and we reluctantly separated.

Dazed and confused, I blinked up at my handsome biker, hunger radiating from both of our eyes. A good looking man with thick dark hair, and a piercing aqua stare, joined us then.

“Glad you could make it, man,” the biker said, jovially slapping Ox’s arm in greeting.

Wrapping his long, muscular arm around my waist, Ox hauled me close and I snuggled into him, relishing the intimacy of the act. “The Devil’s Riders like to get to know the Clubs in our area. German would have come down too, if Club business wasn’t keeping him busy up North for the next couple of weeks.”

Creed grinned, and his face became even more handsome. I could tell he was the kind of guy that had women dropping their panties left, right, and center whenever he trained that easy going, sexy as hell expression on them.

“Who we got here?” His aqua gaze shifted onto me then. “This one of the girls from your Club?”

His tone sounded a might too hopeful for Ox’s liking. “No,” he returned, squeezing me for emphasis as he spoke. “She’s not property of the Club. She’s mine.”

“I’m glad you brought your girl, but I’m sure my Brothers are going to be disappointed she’s yours alone,” he teased, as he took a casual sip from his beer bottle.

Ox grunted like a caveman. “They can be disappointed all they like. Just as long as they keep their fucking hands to themselves!”

Tossing his head back, Creed laughed. “I don’t think anybody is going to want to mess with your girl, Big Guy. Not after they get a load of you.”

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