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“Did I mention I missed you?” she moans, rolling her head back as she tightens her pussy like a vise around my dick.

“Show me how much.”

With my hands gripping her ass, I help her slide back up, supporting her as she tries to find her rhythm; I have to admit this position is impossible. Holding her to me, I slide down the wall—dropping at the last moment and scaring a little scream out of her.

“Better,” she murmurs, her legs now braced on the ground as she rocks up and down my length.

Leaning forward, I lick along the top of her breast and tease her nipples through the satin fabric of her bra. They’re practically pebbles when I pop them free and alternate sucking them into my mouth.

“Much, much better,” she whispers, increasing her speed. “Come with me, Timber.”

“Nah, you go on ahead,” I reply with a chuckle, trying to play it cool.

Her snort lets me know she’s not buying that for a second.I guess I’ve got to up my game.

Sliding one hand down her stomach, I feel a shiver course through her just as I slide my finger over her clit. Talia’s hands squeeze down on my shoulders as I start to flick her little bean until she throws her head back and screams her release into the cool night air.

Gripping her hips, I give a final hard thrust up into her pussy and grunt as I release my cum inside of her. A primal feeling comes over me as I think about the day we repeat this act with the intent of making a baby.

My musings are interrupted when Talia gasps and wraps her arms over her chest, looking around as a blush rises up her throat. That’s when I hear it—Talia’s screams were obviously heard over the music and some of the guys are echoing them down in the yard below us.

There’s no stopping the chuckle that bursts out of me because I know damn well that I’d do the same thing if I were down there.

“That isn’t funny!” she says, smacking my chest as she slides off my cock. “They’ll all know it was me!”

“They’re not going to know, babe,” I reply, even though I know that the blush on her face will give her away. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up and find some food.”

She mutters to herself as she pulls her T-shirt and cut back on and I tone down my grin. This was her idea after all, and I find myself not caring that the guys heard how satisfied Talia was.

Exiting the clubhouse, movement near one of the bonfires catches my eye and there’s no missing the shit eating grins that Throttle and a couple of the guys are sending our way.

By my side, Talia stumbles when she registers their reaction. I simply hold her closer and steer her toward Joey and Dylan as I frown at my brothers.

Chapter 5

Declan

“Mind if I kick it off?” Jasper asks me, and I nod.

The sun’s just going down on the second night of the party and the only people inside the gates are family. Well, with the exception of the Brookhaven’s chauffeur. He’s currently being suspended by his ankles in Wolfman’s den, so he definitely wishes he wasn’t here with us.

I look over the men and women in front of us, proud of the life I’ve built, and I whistle for silence so Jasper can start speaking.

“Walking away from Declan when we first met, Flint asked me what I thought of him. I knew Flint liked him, so I didn’t say anything. We all know Flint and he wouldn’t let up until I admitted I thought Declan was an asshole …”

“Yeah, he is!” Diesel yells out, interrupting Jasper, and getting a round of laughter from my brothers.

I just shrug and tilt my head to the side.They ain’t wrong.

“What Flint said that night stuck with me, ‘Just because he’s an asshole, doesn’t mean he’s wrong.’” Jasper pauses, giving me a little grin. “After all these years and miles on the road, I know for a fact that my first impression was right. But I have long trusted you to have the best interests of your men, and those you consider your friends, in the forefront of your mind. Last month we were friends, now we are brothers and because of you, because you never shied away from making the hard choices—that extends to every man here.”

When the crowd in front of us roars in approval, he grips my shoulder with his left hand while shaking my hand with his other. Even though there’s a lump in my throat, we are not huggers.

“Amazingly enough, I won the only popularity contest I ever cared about—of course, it made me Flagstaff’s President, so y’all can judge if that was a win or not,” I drawl out, trying to lighten the moment. “For years, riding under the Royal Bastards’ colors was the only thing I cared about. It took losing a friend to realize how heavy and tight the chains around me, around all of us, had become. And I’m not promising that the road in front of us won’t have its own trials, but I can say without hesitation that I trust my life, and yours, to the men here with us today.”

My eyes scan the crowd until they fall on Jenna and the kiss she blows me interrupts the beat of my heart. “I’m one of the lucky ones around here, with an Ol’ Lady who’s always got my back …”

“You do have a great ass!” Jenna yells out, and I feel my cheeks flame red as the men laugh and cat call me.

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