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I feel the heat of his seed shooting through my body.

I taste the delicious saltiness of Knox and Diesel’s seed coating my tongue.

I revel in the music of their orgasmic grunts and moans, listening and letting my heart fly as I drink every drop. They fill me to the brim. They take me and turn me inside out. They possess and protect me.

“I love you so much, it hurts,” I whisper against Jagger’s bare, sweaty chest afterward.

“Good, ’cause we’re giving it back to you in triplicate,” he says.

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Robyn

“Here we go,” Ellie says as she carries our plates and sets them on the bar in front of us. “Blueberry pancakes for Kyra, and scrambled eggs with turkey bacon and light mozzarella cheese for Momma.”

“Thank you so much,” I reply with a warm smile.

“Thank you!” Kyra says, kiddie cutlery already unfolded as she gets to work.

I can’t help but be impressed as I watch my daughter dig into her stack, while Ellie is kind enough to drizzle some maple syrup on top. “Wow, you’ve got quite the appetite, huh, missy?”

“She needs the energy for later,” Ellie says. “We’re going to play softball in a couple of hours. I roped Paulie and a couple of the old ladies to join us in the back.”

“Ellie says I can pitch!” Kyra exclaims. But that’s all she’ll say on the topic, as she goes right back to her pancakes, one mouthful at a time.

Ellie gives me a worried look. “You doing okay?”

“I’m okay, for the most part, though I can’t thank you enough for keeping an eye on Kyra these days. The guys and I talked about it. The decision made sense.”

“It does make sense. She’s safer here, at least until the whole thing blows over. You won’t have to worry about security at the school and all that stuff. Also, don’t mention it. I told you, but I love spending time with this little munchkin.”

“You’re so good to her, to us,” I say and sigh deeply. My hands move of their own accord. I’m famished after last night’s intense lovemaking. I feel like a new woman. “All of this madness aside, how’s the clubhouse treating you, Ellie?”

She smiles broadly. “Everyone’s being super nice and patient,” she says. “I mean, it’s just newbie mistakes, nothing serious, but I appreciate Shay and Samson so much. I like the job too. I mean, I never imagined I’d say this, but bikers are actually a pretty cool bunch.”

“The Riders are a different breed,” I reply.

“Samson said they weren’t always this way?”

I nod once. “That was true, until Jagger, Diesel, and Knox came back from the service and took over shortly after Jagger’s dad, the former club president, passed away. Knox’s dad stepped aside and let them handle everything. My guess is he was tired of trying to live outside the law and stay alive. Too many of the founding members died way too young.”

“Samson’s one of the oldest members still alive then?”

“He’s a dinosaur. He’s seen where this path that Marlo wants will end—in blood and violence.”

“Let’s just hope the Riders can resist then,” Ellie says. “But I’m curious; are they completely legit? There’s not even a little funny business on the side?”

I shake my head. “They’re clean,” I answer. “Knox, Jagger, and Diesel worked hard to make it happen. I was riding with them, contemplating a prospect position for myself when they were still cleaning house. It took a while, but I know they’re good and honorable people.”

“I believe you,” Ellie says, but there’s a sliver of doubt beneath her tone. It’s subtle, almost unnoticeable. I think nothing of it, because a mind doesn’t change overnight. Ellie will see for herself. She’s already seen enough to challenge her own preconceptions about MCs to begin with.

“Shit,” Samson grumbles as he rushes to the bar.

“Hey, language,” I say, checking to see if Kyra heard him.

“Sorry, but we’ve got trouble coming,” he replies, looking outside.

Ellie and I follow his gaze as do the other members currently having coffee and breakfast in the clubhouse. We all see them coming.

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