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I look over my shoulder, seeing him puffing out his chest, making me grin. Adjusting my body, I lean my forearm on the bar with a grin firmly in place, and I see a flash of fear in his eyes.

It is not me this fucker needs to be worried about, I am one of the cooler members of the club, but cross me and believe that no fucker ever finds your body.

“It seems that I just did, but do not worry, my friend, I am not into stuck up pussy.” The women gasp and I chuckle, followed by my brothers.

“Hey, man, watch what you say about my girl.” He shoves my shoulder.

I look to his hand that touched me, but before I can react, Savage has his hand twisted to a point where it might snap.

“Hands off the VP,” he growls.

He whimpers, the girl scream, and his friends back off, except one who tries to pull the douche free.

Before I can speak, I see a flash of sparkle out of the corner of my eye. I look between my brothers, and see the woman who has been the lead in all of my fantasies the past few days.

My grin widens and my cock jerks behind my zipper.

“Brothers, I am needed over there.” I point to Madalyn, and they chuckle. “Deal with this cunt and come join me. I think tonight just got a whole lot fucking better.”

I walk away, but I feel my brothers at my back.

“He wasn’t worth the effort but these ladies might be,” Forge chimes in, bounding ahead of me.

He reaches the table where Madalyn sits with another girl who is fucking stunning, but has nothing on the woman I want. He talks to the women, making them smile, but doesn’t move to sit with them; he knows to wait for me.

Respect and loyalty and everything with the club.

Madalyn looks over his shoulder, and I have to fucking hope she is looking for me. When her gaze lands on me I grin. Winking at her makes her cheeks tint pink and it hits my dick like a shot of adrenaline.

I step to the table, pushing into the booth, which forces Mads to move across the seat. Her gasp when my thigh touches hers makes me smile.

I love that she reacts this way to my touch and fuck me, all I can think about is making her cry out in pleasure, while I pound into her, sucking on her nipple, and making her gasp while breathing my name.

With my dick pulsing in my pants, I lean in, making sure that my lips brush the outer shell of her ear.

“You look fucking amazing.” I smell her, and goose bumps pebble across her skin. “You smell fucking delicious too and I bet you taste just as sweet.”

My breath fans across her neck, and the proximity sets my nerves on fire. The air between us is charged, and I can feel her own breath picking up speed at me being this close. She responded to me this way the other two times we have interacted too, even though she fights it.

I can’t help but let my fingers brush against her arm, her skin like silk, eliciting a shiver that runs through her entire body. I know she feels it too – the undeniable sexual tension between us.

“You can’t say things like that to me.” Her voice is so quiet only I hear it.

I tune out my brothers flirting with her friend.

The tremor that vibrates through her is like a stroke to my ego, but it is not the only thing that needs stroking.

“I can say and I will if I get that look in your eyes every time you look at me.” I drop my lips to her neck, kissing and adding the tip of my tongue for extra feeling.

A shiver rushes through her, her thighs tense up, showing how much she is liking my touch.

It is gone in a flash, her body goes stone cold, and she pulls back from me.

“No. Let me out, please?” Her voice is like fucking ice.

“What the hell just happened?” I ask, frowning.

She pushes at my thigh. “Please, move.”

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