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“Wasn’t planning to.”

I leaned in and kissed him, sliding my hand down his shaft again, then cupping his balls. He bucked against me and I could tell he wouldn’t last long. It only took a few more strokes before he was coming. The heat of his release splashed against my abdomen, and my dick jerked in response. A shudder raked his body as Reno dropped to his knees.

He took my cock into his mouth, sucking on it long and hard. I braced my hand on the wall, knowing my legs wouldn’t hold me for long. Reno took me to the back of his throat and swallowed on the head of my dick. I bit back a cry as I nearly came right then and there. I wasn’t ready yet. It felt too damn good, and I wanted more.

Looking through the open bathroom door, I saw Ginger watching us, a slight smile on her lips. I held her gaze as Reno sucked me off. When I got close, I reached town to grip his head and forced my cock further into his mouth. I pumped my hips until my cum filled his mouth. He swallowed every drop. Even from this distance, I could see Ginger’s nipples were rock hard. As soon as Reno and I recovered, I had plans for our woman.

It was going to be a long night. But a satisfying one.

Chapter Nine

Reno

The three of us lay in a pile, our limbs tangled together. Ginger’s head rested on my shoulder, her hair fanning out across Bronx’s arm. After dinner, we’d each given her an orgasm, and then our pretty girl had fallen asleep before we could take things any further. Probably for the best. She had to be hurting after all the work she’d done today.

I glanced over at Bronx and saw him watching the two of us.

“We need to find a way to keep her safe,” he said. “If those assholes ever get their hands on her, I’m not sure she’d survive it.”

“Neither would they, because I’d gut the fuckers for daring to lay a hand on her.”

“Same,” he muttered. “But Vegas had really wanted to do business with them. I know he’s backed off since learning what sort of men they are. Something feels off about the entire thing, though. I could tell he was upset about losing the deal.”

“Me too. I don’t think he’d put Ginger in harm’s way, though. Not since he let us claim her.”

“Maybe not. Doesn’t mean those men are going to back down. What do we really know about them? We have no clue how many men they have. Their organization could be huge. If we’re outgunned, then what do we do?” he asked.

“Unless Vegas calls Church and wants to talk about this mess, I’m not sure we can do anything. I don’t like keeping Ginger on lockdown. She’s eventually going to get cabin fever.”

“I think as long as she gets some time with the other girls, and we find ways to keep her occupied, then she’ll be all right for a bit,” he said. “But we do need to figure something out. I want to take her for a bike ride, or go out to dinner with the two of you.”

“I know. We’ll get there. Maybe not this week, or even this month. But one day, we’ll figure everything out.”

My stomach rumbled, and Bronx started laughing. Fucker! Even though we’d eaten, I knew we’d already burned through the calories. Which meant one of us had to get up and find food. Bronx had to be starving too, and I knew when Ginger woke up, she’d need a bite as well.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Bronx asked.

I snorted. “Sure”

“One. Two. Three.” Bronx grinned at his paper versus my rock. Shit. I always lost to him when we did this. I didn’t know why I bothered.

“Fine. Guess I’m getting the fuck up.” I slowly extracted myself from the bed. Since I didn’t know if we’d just end up having sex again, I skipped the shower and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. Since none of us dared walk barefoot through the main floor, we both kept a pair of flip-flops handy for quick trips to the kitchen. I wouldn’t miss having to do that once we installed the kitchenette.

I made my way downstairs, taking in the various brothers passed out in the main area, and the girls, too. I wouldn’t miss this part of living with the club. In the past, they would have expected Bronx and me to join them. Now that we had Ginger, we’d get to spend more quality time together. Of course, that wasn’t the reason we’d claimed her as our old lady. She fit the two of us perfectly.

I made a plate of ham and cheese sandwiches, grabbed a bag of chips, and three bottles of water. It wasn’t the ideal thing to eat at the moment, but it would do for now. It was also quick and easy to make. Now that Ginger belonged to us, I didn’t like being away from her for very long. I carried everything upstairs and nudged the door open with my foot. I placed the food and drinks on the small table.

Bronx lifted his head and eased out of bed. It seemed we were letting Ginger sleep longer. At least the food would keep for a little bit. Pulling out a chair, I sat and opened the chips before picking up a sandwich and taking a bite. My stomach rumbled, and I knew I could easily eat half of what I’d brought upstairs. Not that I would. If I did that, Ginger wouldn’t have anything when she woke up.

“Do you think she fully understands what’s going on?” I asked.

“You mean about old ladies?”

I nodded and took another bite. We’d explained it the best way we could. Didn’t mean she got it. After everything she’d been through, it wouldn’t surprise me to find out she might be smiling to our faces while secretly worrying we’d get tired of her sooner or later. Wouldn’t happen. Not now, not in ten years. She was the perfect woman for us. Strong. Brave. Yet vulnerable and sweet. Ginger brought out all my protective urges, and I knew it was the same for Bronx.

“I think it will take her some time to adjust,” he said carefully. “All we can do is shower her with affection and prove we aren’t like the other men she’s always known.”

“There’s so much I want to do for her.Withher. I can’t wait to take her shopping or out to a movie. I want to go on a dinner date. All three of us.” I smiled. “Do you feel lighter since making her ours? I do. It’s strange. Never thought about making a woman mine. I had you and that was enough.”

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