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Throughout this exchange, I had grown tense. But, as Creed said this last bit, I was able to relax some. He clearly liked getting a rise out of Ox, and I was proving to be an easy way to do it.

“Does your girl have a name?” Creed pressed, his eyes working their way down my bodysuit with an appreciative, albeit respectful, sweep.

“Kayla,” I answered, feeling the need to intervene now. After all, I wasn’t an inanimate object. I could speak for myself.

Creed gave me that same sexy grin when he asked, “You from Nevada, Babe?”

I glanced at Ox to see if I should answer that question and he gave me a slight nod to say it was okay. “No, I’m going to school at Whitmore so I’m living in Bolton at the moment.”

“Not enough girls in Nevada, you got to go poaching our most beautiful ones right here in Cali, Ox?” Creed teased.

Ox didn’t sound amused when he said, “Kayla’s in a nursing program so she can work wherever she wants once school is done.”

Creed’s dark brow arched. “Educated, local,andbeautiful. I’m telling you, Ox, you aren’t exactly making it easy for my Club to ignore this one.” Taking a sip from his beer, the puckish biker gave me a knowing wink from behind the tinted glass of his Heineken.

I blushed, knowing he was only enjoying pushing Ox’s buttons. Call me vain, but I couldn’t help liking what he’d said about me being a catch.

A girl wearing a mini skirt and sky high heels came trotting by then. Handing us some beers, she ogled Creed as she swooped in between us.

“You need anything, Baby?” the beautiful brunette purred, practically eye fucking the man as she openly ran her hand down his tight core and groped his crotch.

“I’m good for now, Bonnie. Come see me later though. I’m sure you can help me relax once the party really gets going,” Creed replied, slapping her ass as she smiled with true excitement before strutting away.

I smiled behind my beer and enjoyed the possessive way Ox held me close, rubbing my lower back as he and Creed chatted idly about their Clubs and upcoming events. Wanting to introduce Ox to the rest of the MC, the Road Master for the Diamondbacks ushered us into the compound. It must have been thirty degrees warmer inside, which I’m guessing had as much to do with the furnace as it did the beer working its way through my heated blood stream.

“This is my Brother, Rock,” Creed said, pointing to a muscular man in the corner of the room, a woman dangling from both of his massive arms. “That’s Muse,” he said about a guy who was doing a line of coke off the stomach of one of the naked Club girls, spread eagle on top of a glass table. “And that’s our Prez, King.”

King, a man in his late thirties with a shaved head and a long beard, noticed Creed introducing Ox around the Club and came over to meet us personally.

“You must be Ox,” King said. “I missed you the other day when you stopped by. Got stuck out in Ableville on Club business, unfortunately. You know how it is.”

Ox nodded and shook the man’s hand. “No worries. I couldn’t stay long myself on account of the same thing.”

“How’s your President doing?” the biker inquired. “Not sure if he told you, but that bastard Reaper and I go way back.”

“He’s busy these days with his woman. Angel just had a baby,” Ox said, a small smile playing across his full lips. “A boy nearly as large as she is that wails like a banshee all night long!”

“I bet. That fucker Reaper is nearly as big as you! And, as for sleep, I remember when my Old Lady had our eldest son, Ryan. I don’t think I got a full night’s rest for the entire first year of that boy’s life!”

The front door opened then and a hoot went up as a crowd of tough looking bikers flooded into the Clubhouse.

I felt Ox stiffen beside me when he whispered, “Stay close to me no matter what happens.”

My pulse ticked up and my heart skipped several beats. “What’s wrong?”

“Some members of the Watchmen just walked in,” he explained, shoving me behind him, “and they look ready to start trouble.”

EIGHT

I felt like I was going to be sick. The Watchmen were here? Why? Was Ghost with them? I suddenly began to shake.

Ox looked at King hard. “Are the DiamondBacks friendly with the Watchmen?”

King took a beat and looked at Creed. “Did you give them an invite? I sure as hell didn’t.”

Creed read Ox’s furious expression and for once dropped his easy going smile. “I heard a group of them were in the area and invited them over as a friendly gesture. Is that a problem, Prez?”

“Not for me. But by the look on Ox’s face, I can see it might become one,” King sagely noted.

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