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The smile that takes over her lips is breathtakin’. “Yes.”

“SMR!” Catacomb’s voice rings out and makes me look up. “You know what to do!”

One by one, my brothers move to the outermost areas of the clubhouse, some takin’ chairs with ‘em. Turnin’ their backs to Raylynn and I, they all sit down, and a moment later, the speaker system kicks on and Rock music flows through the speakers.

My brows pull together as I spin back to where Catacomb is still starin’ at us. “What’s goin’ on, Prez?”

Catacomb grins. “Well, while you were in the Big House, Raylynn made it clear this is what she wanted when you came home. She didn’t care about us watchin’ anymore, but the brothers cared. So, Trickster found a loop hole, which I confirmed with our Mother Chapter in Michigan. The bylaws state that an ol’ lady has to be claimed in the presence of the club. It doesn’t specify that we actually have to watch.”

With that, my president nods as me again before walkin’ over to an empty chair next to Archangel and sittin’ down with his back to us. A moment later, the music gets louder, envlopin’ the entire clubhouse in a steady vibration from the base. Bringin’ my eyes back to my woman, I take a deep breath.

Raylynn bites her bottom lip and I groan. “Fuck, I love you.”

She tilts her head back, and I slant my lips over her as I grab her by the ass and lift until she wraps her legs around me. Movin’ to the Pool table, I set her ass on the edge, bringin’ my hands up to frame her face as my tongue dances with hers.

The bass from the music vibrates the table under her ass, and she moans into my mouth as I run my hands down her neck. Easin’ the rob from her shoulders, she shivers as the air hits her skin. Pullin’ back, my cock throbs as I let my eyes roam over my woman, her nipples hard, her skin flushed.

Gently, I push her back and lean down to lick and suck those perfectly pebbled peaks into my mouth. Takin’ my damn time and savorin’ ever twitch of her body, she runs her hands through my hair. Lowerin’ her until she’s lyin’ flat on the felt, I kiss down her stomach and run my hands down her legs to her knees.

Pullin’ them up and resting her heels on the edge of the Pool table, I dip my head down and flick my tongue against her clit, her pussy already glistenin’ with sweetness.

“Makoa,” she gasps as I bury my face in her pussy, swirlin’ my tongue, needin’ my woman to come undone so I can taste her. I can’t get enough of how responsive Raylynn is to me, and it ain’t long before her back arches, her ass liftin’ off the felt as she cries out, her hand fistin’ in my hair as she comes.

Kissin’ up her body, I grab her arms and gently yank her off the table until she’s standin’ in front of me. “How do you want me to claim you, little love?”

The smirk that takes over her face is new, and my eyebrows shoot up as she turns her back to me, restin’ her palms on the Pool table edge as she pushes her ass toward me.

“Fuck me,” I groan under my breath. Pushin’ my sweats down, my cock springs out and I lift one of her legs, hookin’ her knee at my wrist as I grip the edge of the Pool table. With my other hand, I line my cock up with her entrance and push forward slowly. “Fuck.”

Raylynn’s head drops forward as she shifts and rocks her hips, pushin’ her ass back to take more of me. “Makoa, move.”

Growlin’, I use my free hand to snake around her body, across her chest, and gently grab the front of her throat, slammin’ my length into her. She gasps and cries out, tossin’ her head back against my shoulder. Like that, I pound into my woman, her moans music to my fuckin’ ears as I officially claim her.

When she comes again, she calls my name, and I’m vaguely aware of a few people somewhere in the room whistlin’. I don’t give a fuck, and the way Raylynn brings her hand back to cradle the back of my head as I fuck her harder, my release takin’ over as I spill inside her, I don’t think she fuckin’ cares either.

Stillin’ inside her, I ease my grip on her and let her leg down as I pull out of her. Bendin’ enough to pull my sweats up, I grab her robe and help her into it. Before she can move, I scoop her into my arms and she grabs my face and kisses me.

“Shows over,” I yell, when she leans back, keeping her palm against my cheek. I dont’ wait for anyone to say shit and instead head right for our bedroom. “Thank you.”

Raylynn chuckles, gently scratchin’ the side of my beard. “Since when do you thank me for sex?”

“Nah, little love,” I say, “I’m not thankin’ ya for sex. I’m thankin’ you for lovin’ me.”

Her eyes soften and she lays her head on my shoulder. “I’ve always love you, Renegade.”

Chapter 26

Raylynn

I didn’t think Renegade claiming me yesterday would really change anything, but it did.

Today, we’re sitting in the common room with everyone and have been for hours, pretty much since breakfast, and I’m more at ease. The amount of respect these men showed me yesterday truly made me feel like a part of this club, and I can’t express how grateful I am for that. Plus, with Hammer gone, it seems like the tension among the brothers seems dissipated.

The only two people that are angry at how things have gone the last few days are Snackcake and Kitty. I haven’t seen them since the day Renegade got arrested, and I haven’t asked him or Catacomb what’s come of them, either. I know they helped Hammer stalk me, and are probably tied to whoever Hammer was doing shit for in the first place. Still, I don’t want to think about what might happen to them, and the thought of them being beaten or worse because of their actions bothers me.

As Catacomb comes to stand next to me, both of us watching Renegade, Reaper, and Archangel having a tea party with Savior on the common room floor, in full view of everyone, I fight with myself about bringing it up.

“Can I ask you something?” I keep my voice low.

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