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Looking around, I know better than to say wine, but with everyone seemingly drinking out of red plastic cups, I’m not sure what the correct answer is. “Um, beer? I guess.”

“There are mixed drinks at the bars that’ll be set up, if you’d rather. Demo has an impressive collection of whiskey, but wait until you’re invited to try it,” Logan informs me, jutting his chin out at a group of guys we pass. “You may want to steer clear of the moonshine. Just some friendly advice.”

“Cowboy! Get your ass over here,” a man with a shaved head and a thick red beard calls out.

“That’s Risk, come on.” Throwing out that brief tidbit, he reaches for my hand and I immediately lengthen my stride to catch up to him.

Chapter 5

Cowboy

Christ. This woman. She comes sauntering down her dock looking hotter than hell, and then she flashed me when she bent over to take off her boots.

I was getting ready to suit up and sink my cock in her, when I realized that my finger barely fit inside of that tight pussy of hers. I’ll be damned if I don’t get to the bottom of the mystery of Faith before I make her mine.

Now, I need to make it known that no one else gets to touch her.

Passing her contractor, I grin at his startled face when he sees Faith with me. I look back over my shoulder and realize that I’m walking too fast.

“Sorry,” I mumble, slowing down so she can walk in those heels.

“Holy shit,” Risk drawls out as we approach him. His eyes are glued to that red number she has on.

“Told you she was a looker,” Demo says, coming over to join us.

Faith is completely unfazed by their attention, she just leans in toward me a little more to whisper, “I think I’d like that drink you mentioned.”

I look down at Bruno, wishing I had taught him to fetch beer.

“Stay,” I order him, and he solemnly takes a seat next to his newest friend.

Demo reaches his hand out to grab my shoulder, stopping me, before he looks back at Faith. “Honey, can I offer you a Glenmorangie?”

“That would be great, thank you,” she answers with a tight smile. “On the rocks, please.”

“That sounds good to me, too,” I reply as though he had offered me one; backed into a corner, he flairs his nostrils before giving me a nod, and I’m chuckling as I leave them.

Maneuvering through the crowd, I avoid getting pulled into conversations with my brothers in an effort to get back to Faith before Demo and Risk start telling tales about me.

Returning with three glasses of whiskey, Faith is laughing as she looks up at me.

I can’t help but smile back at her. “They’re lying,” I automatically respond, not even having a clue as to what they were saying.

“Demo said you stole his Harley,” she says, tilting the glass at us in a silent toast.

“No. Iboughtmy first Harley from his wife,” I correct his version of events, even as I wonder about the look that Risk and Demo exchange.What the hell are they up to?“It’s just that she might have been a little dishonest in how she got him to sign it over.”

“I was drunk, and that witch said it was the paperwork for her car,” Demo chortles, admitting I wasn’t at fault. “I lost my shit when I got home from deployment. There I am, catching a ride across base from the airstrip, and see this kid on a bike. Naturally, I think to myself, ‘I’ve got the same one, can’t wait to open it up.’”

“How on Earth did you two end up friends after that?” Faith tries to encourage him along, even as she steps closer to me.

“Friends?” he crows. “We ain’t friends. I’m still trying to get my motherfucking bike back!”

“Nah, Demo talks a big game,” Risk contributes, a sly smile across spreads across his face. “They’re friends today because Cowboy was riding the Harley and not Demo’s ex.”

Faith’s eyes widen and I can see she’s trying to gauge whether or not to laugh at Risk’s comment.

“Well, Cowboy is a man of discriminating taste. I can respect that,” Demo responds, neatly giving a compliment to the woman at my side, while taking a dig at his ex.

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