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I couldn’t help but notice how her tits and ass jiggled as soon as her feet landed on the ground. And, as good as she looked, I’m sure no one else missed those points either.

“Why don’t you guys come inside? It turned colder than a witch’s tit out today and I was just grabbing some wood to start a fire,” Hatchet said, a bundle of dry kindling curled under his right arm.

Following the man inside, the Mavericks’ president dropped his pile of wood at the door and we shot the shit about the recent Clubhouse renovations. As we talked, Kayla glanced about, taking in the large space like a tourist on her first vacation.

When Geo, the Club VP trotted down the stairs, I noticed the man’s attention zoom right in on Kayla. In fact, I’d say the man was close to eye fucking her like she was the newest dancer at a titty club his MC owned.

Not missing a beat, Geo asked, “Who’s your pretty friend, Ox?”

Since Geo and I weren’t particularly close, I didn’t feel like answering him. However, in the interest that I didn’t have to start a rift between our two Clubs by decking the man in his stupid face, I said flatly, “She’s Property of Devil’s Riders.”

Geo grinned and looked Kayla up and down with unveiled interest. “You got a nickname, Property Girl?”

Kayla nervously wrung her hands together. “Um, usually my friends just call me Kayla.”

“He doesn’t need to know that, Babe,” I told her, my voice full of annoyance. “Geo ain’t going to be your friend.”

Tilting his head to the side as he finished assessing my girl’s rack, Geo shrugged. “I don’t know about that, Ox. I can be a mighty good friend to have.”

This shit head was just like my Brother Bishop. Too pretty for his own good and twice as cocky as any man had a right to be. However, the ladies seemed to love him, cocky behavior and all.

Hatchet slapped his VP on the back and said, “Stop busting Ox’s balls, Geo. He didn’t come here to fight. He came here to talk business.”

That sobered his VP right up. “Is there a problem I wasn’t aware of?”

I surreptitiously glanced at Kayla and said, “Yeah. We need to talk somewhere private and I’ll give you the overview of what Hawk told me this morning.”

Pulling out his phone, Hatchet shot off a quick text and said, “My Old Lady can get your girl a drink and show her around the Clubhouse while we talk.”

Kayla smiled at that, so I took it to mean she was okay with waiting for me while I talked shop.

It didn’t take long for Melany, Hatchet’s Old Lady, to come downstairs and introduce herself. Before she walked away, I snagged Kayla’s arm and pulled her in for a kiss that would have been illegal in all fifty states if done in public.

Slapping her ass for good measure before I let her go, I told her, “I won’t be long,” before facing her back toward Melany and giving her a little nudge in the older woman’s direction.

As soon as Melany and a dazed Kayla went to the kitchen to get a drink, I followed Geo and Hatchet into the Prez’s office to deal with business.

Kayla

Melany waiteduntil we were out of earshot of the men before asking, “When did you and Ox get together? I didn’t even realize the big guy had a woman, let alone one he’s so clearly into. That kiss earlier? Girl, that man was definitely putting his stamp ofownership on you so Geo would back the hell off,” she said with a chuckle.

Not quite sure how to navigate this awkward situation, I decided to be a bit cryptic with my explanation. “It’s all new and kind of complicated. We’re still figuring it all out.”

Studying my closed expression, Melany nodded. “Yeah, being with a biker can sometimes be a bit complicated. But hang in there, girl. Ox is a real one. I’ve never seen him in a serious relationship before, which means he must really be into you. Has he asked you to be his Old Lady yet?”

I blushed, not knowing how to respond to that. “No, not yet.”

“He will,” she assured me. “I can tell. He has that look about him.”

My heart stilled for a moment, daring to hope for more between me and the powerful biker. “What look?”

“The one that says he wants to tear off your clothes whenever he looks at you, and that he wants to tear apart anyone who dares think the same,” Melany teased.

I hated to get my hopes up, but Melany wasn’t making that easy. In an attempt to get the spotlight off of me, I decided to redirect the conversation entirely. “Do you live at the Clubhouse? What’s that like?”

Melany scoffed. “No damn way I’m living in this rathole! I might be with a biker, but I have no intention of living with thirty of them. Plus, the constant parties and naked women would drive me insane.”

She definitely had a point there. My friend Maddy had said nearly the same thing about the Devil’s Riders’ Clubhouse.

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