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Lowering her hands, she saw the red circle near the envelope icon to indicate she had a message. He’d responded.

I want to know all about your skills.

List them.

I’ll forgive you and blindfold you next time.

PRK

She squirmed at the challenge in his email. It was almost as though she could hear his tone through the words on the screen. She’d never heard it in his voice, she’d barely heard his voice. Those white letters against the black background carried with them something that she could feel to her core, and it was something she hadn’t felt for a long time.

The demand in those two words, “list them,” had her pulse thundering in her ears, and her stomach fluttering. Two simple words. Her mind raced with just how scandalous of a list of skills she wanted to offer him. She squeezed her thighs together, thinking of the items she could put on the list.

The play party was mere days away. Would it entice him if she included things that were on his list of interests? There was also the chance that if she included things that were too obvious, it would cheapen their interaction. She didn’t want cheap. There was something about him, an intensity in his gray eyes. It intrigued her.

They had one in-person encounter, brief at best, and now this email interaction. There was something about the way he spoke, the way he carried himself, and that look; that look he gave the woman that silenced her. It was an effortless, dominant look. Did Liz want to play with him? Yes. Yes, she did. She wanted to play with the bald, blond bearded biker with the gray eyes. Gray eyes that made her tingle when he looked her up and down at the munch.

Throwing caution to the wind, she hit reply and began listing her skills, her naughty skills and her basic ones. She included everything from the amount of words she could type per minute to her ability to deep throat a cock. He asked for a list, and she was nothing if not thorough.

Dash

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“Well, that’s a smile I haven’t seen in a while,” Sparrow said.

Dash looked up from his phone. He’d been reading the messages from Gingersnap, and her lengthy list of skills on the web interface for the fetish site on the burner phone. Admittedly, not the wisest thing to do. Nevertheless, he planned on destroying the phone the moment he left Ohio, or at the first sniff of trouble.

Tucking it away in the inside pocket of his cut, he raised the beer to his lips and swallowed a good deal of the brew. “Was watching porn.”

Sparrow, who was sitting on Romeo’s lap, glared at him. “There're naked chicks everywhere.” She waved a hand. “And you expect me to believe you’re looking at porn?”

He shrugged, pulling a cigarette from his pack.

“You need to quit,” she snapped.

“Leave him alone,” Romeo groaned. “I’ve got a better idea for your mouth.” He waggled his brows.

Resting a smoke on his lips, Dash laughed at the pair while they kissed. They were cute, far too sweet for the biker life. They’d grown up in it, so he guessed they got a pass. The three of them had found a little spot in the corner of the clubhouse while a party raged on around them.

Parties were an everyday thing in Ohio, and in most clubhouses. Quieter on the weekdays, of course. It was Thursday, with the weekend around the corner, the clubhouse rocked rowdier than earlier in the week. There shouldn’t be a recruitment problem, and it chapped Dash’s ass that the full clubhouse, with ample hang arounds, couldn’t seem to get more than one or two guys interested in prospecting.

While scanning the room, his mind drifted to the list he’d only been able to get halfway through. Gingersnap included her ability to recite the alphabet backward next to her affinity for open palm spankings. He enjoyed how she included things that were vanilla on her list. The bit of interaction he’d had with her had proven she had a sense of humor and was more than just a desperate woman looking to please him.

Lighting his cigarette, he puffed it to life, and stood. He had no desire to see any part of Sparrow. He enjoyed a bit of voyeurism as much as the next guy, but not when it came to her. Romeo was like his kid brother, more so than any of his other patched brothers. Watching him fuck felt wrong. So, he decided to move on.

See you at the play party.

-PRK

A high-pitched whistle caught his attention, and Dash jerked his focus toward the door of the room for church. Clark stood and slapped his hand against the wall. The speakers cut out, the voices stopped, and suddenly the clubhouse fell deadly silent.

“Church,” he barked.

Not every brother was in the clubhouse, but it didn’t matter. Phones buzzed immediately. Patches wasted no time and made their way toward the door. If Clark made the announcement like that, it was something serious.

Scanning the room, Dash locked eyes on Whiskey, who stood with a pool cue in his hand, a naked woman wrapped around him tonguing his ear. His expression was solemn, as though the whore wasn’t there. If it had been Dash, he’d be chomping at the bit to be in that room with his brothers. As a full patch, Whiskey deserved it, but he’d been given a task by his club. So, he had to sit this one out. Whiskey was a damn fine brother, and Dash’s respect for him grew with everything he saw of him. Whiskey proved that Teller knew who to sponsor.

The patched members of the Ohio chapter of Odin’s Fury filed into church. As visiting members from Montana, Dash and Romeo stood against the wall near the door. They didn’t have seats at the table, so they could only observe and vote when called upon. They only had voting rights because they were officers of the mother chapter. Dash was surprised to see Bowie’s hunched form at the head, wearing the oxygen mask. He hadn’t seen Bowie out of the hospital bed since he arrived.

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