Page 45 of Matrix

“What’s up?” I ask her, gently grasping her elbow between my fingers before steering her toward the living room.

“The girls are settled.”

“Thank you, but that’s not important enough to justify interrupting Church.” I hate scolding her, but she should understand how things work around here. She’s been living at the clubhouse long enough to know better.

“I know. Don’t kill me for this, but I just wanted a kiss before I go to bed.”

“A kiss?” I grin and slide my hands around her waist. “Babe, you couldn’t wait?”

“I can hardly keep my eyes open.” She yawns.

“Scar’s going to have my ass for this,” I murmur before brushing my lips across hers. One sweet taste isn’t enough. I return for a second, deeper kiss. This time, she melts against me, matching my passion with her own until we’re both left breathless and wanting more. “Damn, woman. You know I can’t follow you to bed right now.”

“Which is why I wanted a kiss.” She smiles seductively. “Don’t wake me when you come in.”

“I won’t, but you might feel a little poke,” I tease.

“There’s nothing little about it.” She smirks before sashaying down the hall.

I watch her perfect ass sway until she disappears into my room. When I turn toward the kitchen, I find everyone staring. Scar’s holding a beer an inch from his mouth as if he’d stopped mid-sip.

“What?” I ask.

“Guys, head back to the meeting room. I’m going to have a quick word with Matrix,” Scar says.

“Busted,” Nitro whispers as he walks past me.

“He’s hot for the Fed,” Reaper mutters.

“Why not? She’s smokin’,” Talon says. His comment earns him a glare from me, which only makes him grin harder.

As soon as they’re gone, Scar hands me a freshly opened beer. I take a long pull. Even though we’re all adults here, I know I’m in trouble. It wasn’t my fault she interrupted Church, but I’ve got a feeling I’m going to be the one paying for it.

“What’s up, pres?” I ask.

“You and the Fed got close while you two were in Denver.”

“We had to share a room because Acid didn’t tell anyone who she really is.”

“And you’re shacked up here too.”

“You were the one who made her move into my room. Did you really expect me to babysit her sexy ass without something happening?” I finish off the beer and toss the bottle into the recycling bin.

“Where’s your head at?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you falling for her?”

“No!” Maybe I’m a bit too defensive, but I blame the beer and lack of sleep.

“Don’t forget for one second that she’s an FBI agent. For all we know, she could be playing you. She infiltrated the club and set up shop right under our noses. Don’t underestimate her. She’s smart, resourceful, and cunning. Women like that are trouble.”

“You could say the same thing about Julia, and you made her your old lady.”

“It’s not the same thing. Julia was an elementary school nurse. She wasn’t a sworn enemy of the club.”

“Daisy’s not like other FBI agents. She’s trying to do the right thing. Her hatred of Blackstone is equal to ours. The guy had her sister snatched and sold her into a trafficking ring. She’s with us, pres. You have to trust me on this.”

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