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“Some guys get intimidated by a woman confident in her body. I find it saves time when there’s a solid chance of getting laid again.”

“You want to fuck again?”

She smirks and walks towards him, rubbing her hard nipples against his chest. “I always want to fuck. I’ve got the libido of a teenage boy, I swear.”

“Come again?”

“Oh, I’d love to. It’s probably a problem, but I always think about sex. If I don’t get it, I have toys to tide me over. Getting off is necessary to fall asleep.”

A quick knock stops him from asking one of at least twenty questions that pop into his mind, and he knows the pizza sit outside the door. Grabbing his boxers, he covers his junk before opening the door to grab it.

“What’d you order?”

“I have no fucking idea,” he admits. “I was a bit distracted. Someone decided to have my cock as an appetizer.”

Beaming, she walks to the fridge to pull out two beers. “Good. We can both be surprised.”

Oh, believe me. This has been one hell of a surprise.

“I’m glad you came into the restaurant tonight, Gavin.”

“Yeah? Me, too.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Griffin’s Beach

Brock

Laying in his cell and staring at the ceiling, Brock kicks himself. His stab wound was superficial, and he’s healing well enough. As well as a prison doctor is willing to stitch up an inmate.

He’s lost track of exactly how much time has passed since he’s been locked in here. And the last time he saw Beckett was the afternoon they were brought to the yard to die. To the best of his knowledge, Beckett’s still in solitary.

The other five were released shortly afterwards, but not Beckett. Brock’s been locked away there once before, and he nearly lost his damn mind. He can only imagine how Beckett feels, especially not knowing how Shannon is doing.

All this alone time has really shown Brock how stupid he was. If he’d given it even half a real thought, he could have come up with a plan to save all of them without anyone being the wiser. Shannon would be safe, Donald Ramsey could be taken down, and he wouldn’t be in prison right now. But no, he had to jump in on the action. Prove he still had it.

“Bradshaw.”

Brock looks up to see Tony, the guard who seems to have his back. As much as any guard has for a prisoner, that is. “Yeah?”

He stares at the tall man with a full head of dark hair with thick chest hair sticking up out of the collar of his uniform.Must be Italian or Middle Eastern decent.

“Come with me.”

Knowing better than to argue with a guard, especially one who helped him out, he does. “You’re letting me call someone?”

“Got word you should call your wife. But this never happened.”

The time away from Summer and Marie has been hell. The last time he was locked away, he had no one on the outside besides the club, and he misses them more every damn day he’s locked away. Without hesitation, he calls his wife.

“Brock?”

“Hey, baby.”

“Lex said you got stabbed, and I haven’t been able to get in touch with anyone to find out how you are. Are you okay?”

How did Lex find out? He hasn’t been allowed to talk to anyone, and Beckett’s still in solitary. “It’s not big deal. I’m fine.”

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