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And with that, I climbed onto his bike after he did.

Then he started the engine, and we were off.

Taking the backroads and letting the pleasure of being on the back of the bike ebb away some of the hurt.

Chapter 5

Irish

Once I finished with Cynnamin, I winked at her and said, “Thanks. It’s always a fun time with you.”

She winked, “Why do you think I always come here? You give it so good, Irish.”

I winked back at her and then headed down the stairs and out to the courtyard, with Cynnamin trailing me until we walked past a set of tables.

I was straightening my clothes, my eyes scanning the courtyard for Sutton to make sure some little punk ass wasn’t messing with her.

I frowned then when I didn’t get a sight of her ashy brown hair that I liked a whole hell of a lot.

I did another scan and then locked eyes on Gabby from where she was sitting beside Pipe.

Knowing Gabby would know where Sutton was because the two of them were as tight as two women could be.

The moment I reached Gabby, I asked, “You seen Sutton?”

She nodded, took a sip from her beer, and said, in a weird way, as if she didn’t care, “I saw Pagan take her into the clubhouse.” Then she looked at her watch, “That was hours ago. You need her?”

I took in a breath.

Fucking. Hell.

Fucking Pagan?

I was still learning about him, but I knew that he didn’t deserve to be in the same breathable space as Sutton when I took in a breath and let it out, then asked, “What did he need her help with?”

She simply shrugged. “Not sure, but well, she liked whatever he said to her. She jumped out of her chair lightning quick.”

I felt it, why I was called Irish. My temper was riled. I knew my neck had just flushed scarlet red as my nostrils flared, “You mean?”

Gabby sat her beer on the table, then leaned on her forearms, “You know me, Irish, you know I’m blunt and tell it like it is, so I don’t want to hear a single word for disrespecting you for what I have to say. Everyone knows how she feels about you. Everyone also knows how you act whenever another brother even talks to Sutton. We also know that whenever that other woman comes here, you drop Sutton like a hot potato. It's not fair to Sutton. Make a choice. Because it happens again, you won't just have a pissed-off Sutton to deal with.”

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, like it was between me and Sutton, and when I realized I needed to talk to Cynnamin to see if she was okay with me talking to Sutton, I saw Pagan and Sutton walking back into the courtyard.

And something about the way Sutton looked caused my gut to tighten.

She was glowing.

But I felt a smirk tug at my lips because I had seen her truly glow, and the look she was sporting now wasn’t the same.

Not like when I finished pounding my cock into her tight heat with her hands tied behind her back.

But then I stood there as I watched Pagan lean down and whisper something in her ear, and she blushed, my temper was fraying, which caused me to bellow, “The fuck did you do?”

I watched as Pagan stood his ground, crossed his arms over his chest, and shot me a glare.

You little motherfucker.

And before I could say anything more, it was Sutton who spoke and caused my temper to slowly come back under control, but then... well... it flared up again.

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