But the moment that we parked, he’d be wide awake, and ready to be passed to every biker or ol’ lady in the vicinity.

Today we were celebrating Easton’s birthday, and we were having it out at the compound that the Crows built to be indestructible and impenetrable.

A few weeks after my debacle, I’d come home to a pow wow happening at my kitchen table.

That pow wow was the discussion of a home base for all the Crow club members and family to gather. While on the outside it appeared to be a cabin built for royalty, on the inside it was a reinforced shelter decorated to look like a five-star resort.

There was everything from an inside pool to a hot tub and sauna. There was even a freakin’ gun range, and a bowling alley.

Pretty much if shit hit the fan and we all had to descend on it en masse, we would be able to keep ourselves and our children entertained for weeks on end.

“I’m full of shit,” he admitted. “I do need to visit the bathroom.”

I rolled my eyes.

The only reason he had to ‘poop’ was because his son filled his diaper at some point, and it was smelling up the car.

If he had to ‘poop,’ that meant that I would be the one to deal with Harker’s diaper.

Which was exactly what happened.

Bram bailed out of the car with a laugh, and I dealt with Harker’s dirty diaper on the tailgate of the truck.

After making sure he had shoes on, despite not being able to walk, I walked up to the gathering with him and smiled at the first person to meet us.

Shine.

He took Harker and winked. “Bram said to meet you in your room.”

I rolled my eyes, waved at everyone I passed and exchanged a few hugs, and met Bram in our ‘room’ at the compound.

I found him lying backward on the bed, shirtless, and waiting for me.

Things started to tingle inside of me at his shirtless state.

“You’re a shit,” I told him.

He grinned and held his hand out to me.

Instead of going immediately to him, I closed and locked the door, then slowly stripped until I was in nothing but the small G-string thong that I’d put on especially for him.

Although, I thought he’d find out that I was wearing it after he slipped his hand up my dress. Not after ditching me for a poop.

His eyes went intense as he looked at my attire.

“New underwear?” he asked.

I hooked a finger into both sides and slowly stripped myself down until I was naked.

His eyes flared even hotter.

“Come ‘ere,” he ordered.

I went, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

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BRAM