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Myth sighed. “Still makes no sense to me.” He tooka long inhale and stubbed his cigarette out on the wall, blowing out a bigplume of smoke. “Club is still club. We took an oath.”

“That we did, but he can’t put our rules ontotheirs. We don’t know what the fuck is going through their minds, do we? All weknow is what is going through ours,” Dirty said. “Anyway, I’m hungry.”

Myth didn’t say another word to him as he enteredthe main clubhouse. There were several brothers who hadn’t even bothered takingtheir club pussy up to their room. He wasn’t interested in watching any of theaction. His balls were freezing, and his stomach growled. He made his waystraight to the kitchen, and sure enough, most of the food had been demolished.

Kim had already stopped by and made them a bunchof food. The hungry bastards had eaten it all. There were also lots of boxes ofshop-bought pizza. He didn’t want pizza, but knew there was nothing else unlesshe went out and got it himself. He wasn’t interested in riding the rest of thenight. He needed food and sleep.

Looking through the pizza boxes, he found one thathadn’t been opened, and he grabbed the box. He made his way toward the backwhere the rooms were. On the way there, he was stopped by Raine. Ever since shelost the chance to put her claws into Colt, she’d turned into a bitch. It waslike she was heading for some title, to fuck all the club brothers, even themarried ones. At least she had the sense not to bother messing with Warden.He’d never seen Kim get into a fight, but his gut told him no one wanted thatwoman as an enemy.

“Hey, handsome,” she said.

She was a pretty woman, but she was no Petal.

“Move,” he said.

Raine pouted. “There’s no reason to be like that.I know it’s been a long time, but I could blow your world. Any little desireyou have, I can give it to you, better than anyone.”

Dirty shook his head. “Fuck off, Raine. I wantnothing.”

“We’ll see.” Raine sighed and stepped away. “Inever stop a brother having what he wants, and trust me, I work to make surethis body is in prime shape.”

“Not interested.”

“One day you will be.”

He shook his head. Raine was clearly used togetting what she wanted, and he wasn’t going to be one of them. In the past, hedid dabble, but now he knew what else was out there. Just like Colt had dabbledwith several different club pussy, so had he. That seemed like a lifetime ago.

Before Petal.

Before Rosalie.

Before fucking Daemon.

Before everything.

He got to his room and put the box of pizza on hisbed.

His room was one of the few that had an en-suiteshower. Unlike some of the brothers, who wanted a large bed for the orgies theyhad. Dirty wanted a place to stay and wash. He didn’t give a shit about havinga large bed. Besides, if he was going to be part of any orgy, none of it wasgoing to be organized. It would be spontaneous. Now, he was pleased having thatkind of forethought.

There were no orgies, no women, no stranger sexfor him in his future. All he had was a nice hot shower to look forward to.

Stripping out of his clothes, he stepped beneaththe hot spray and tilted his head back to enjoy the warmth. He tried to ignorethe memories, but he should have known he didn’t have any control over them.

Petal.He couldn’tbring her back to the clubhouse, because the brothers were shit at keepingthose kinds of personal secrets. Anything to do with the club was lockedtighter than fucking Fort Knox, but they couldn’t hold personal business,especially drama filled.

They couldn’t go to her place because of herparents and siblings, so he rode them out to a small hotel. The manager didn’tmind renting the room by the hour or the night. Dirty hated renting by thehour, but when their needs had gotten too great, that was exactly what he’ddone.

Being balls-deep inside Petal had felt like amotherfucking calling. He’d been so distracted, and yes, he hadn’t even madethe effort to wrap his dick. Instead, he’d enjoyed her bareback. Sliding intoher pussy, knowing no other man had been there but him had been a headyexperience. One he’d repeated again, and again, and again.

He’d known there was a risk with all the timeshe’d been with her—a high fucking risk of her getting pregnant—but that hadn’tstopped him. Nothing had stopped him.

All he could see was what he wanted, and he knewthat was fucking selfish. All that should have mattered to him was Petal. Buthe’d been driven by that need, and he’d been unable to stop it.

Closing his eyes, he imagined her back in hisshower. That sweet smile she only ever reserved for those people that matteredto her. No one else ever got to see her smile.

Petal was reserved. She was so fucking sweet andkind, and smart, and funny. She was so many things, and yet at the same time,she also kept a lot of people back.

Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he broughtforward a memory of her standing in the shower, soap in her hands, latheringhis back, laughing as she did so. He couldn’t stand to have her touching himand not grab her himself, and as he did so, he pulled her into his arms. At thesame time, he pushed her up against the corner of the shower. Her hands hadtouched his chest and slowly began to slide up, wrapping them around his body.

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