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“Whoa there, cowboy!” Bailey jumped in front of me, halting me in my tracks. “Calm down. Scribe doesn’t mean anything by it. I may have changed a few times in front of him. It’s my fault.”

“You did what!”

“Well, in my defense, I didn’t know that was an issue. You know because he bats for the other team, in all!”

The brothers broke out in boisterous laughter.

“Bailey! That crazy motherfucker isn’t gay! Scribe fucks more pussy than any brother in the club!”

“What?” she gasped, turning to look at the blushing dead fucker.

“You’re straight?”

Scribe winked unrepentantly, then fled as if the hounds of hell were after him as several of the brothers chased after him.

“Oh God,” Bailey whispered.

Pulling her towards me, I held her close. “Don’t worry. He didn’t mean anything by it. Scribe is a voyeur. The dead fucker loves to watch. He would never touch you.”

“You mean he?” my woman blushed as I laughed. “Oh yeah. That crazy motherfucker loves to watch others. None of us are saints, Cupcake. We love sex and some of those crazy fucks get off being watched and Scribe loves to oblige them.”

“But he said…”

“It’s his cover, Bailey. People see him and don’t see a biker. They see what he tells them to see. He’s a chameleon babe. He becomes what will make his mark more relaxed. For you, it was a gay hippie. The brother is damn good at what he does.”

“But his family?”

“He told you the truth about them. His parents are hippies. Scribe’s parents raised him and his sister free range.”

“Damn,” she muttered.

“Now about you,” I said, taking her hand. “We need to talk.”

I kept my eyes on her while I tugged her slowly toward me. A sliver of space separated our bodies. I released her wrists and slid my hands slowly up her arms and over the curve of her shoulders. I watched her while I touched her, making sure I had her undivided attention. My woman was skittish. Any unauthorized movement and she would bolt, so when she shivered, I drew her into my arms and wrapped her up in a hug so tight she couldn’t escape.

“You are mine, Avonleigh. You belong to me and only me. I claimed you.”

“Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head.

My hand curved around her neck as I lightly pulled on her hair, to give me better access to that vicious mouth of hers. Her eyes closed as a sigh rippled through her. She grasped my T-shirt and held on.

It was now or never as I lowered my mouth to hers.

The kiss started out slowly.

My lips coaxed hers to respond. I wasn’t playing around with her anymore. I needed her to understand that she was mine, and I wasn’t giving her up. She let me pull her along with me, opening her mouth to accept the silky invasion of my tongue. I flicked the tip over hers, then retreated. My hands resumed their caresses up and down her back.

She trembled, a shiver flattening her palms against my chest. When she leaned into me, a moan escaped from her as her arms slid around my neck as her tongue thrust against mine. Her kiss turned submissive as my hands supported her while my mouth took control, guiding, arousing her.

My fingers tightened around locks of her hair. I broke the kiss and tugged her head back. My lips moved over her exposed throat, licking along her silky skin. I sucked lightly at the juncture of her shoulder and neck as her body quivered, becoming putty in my hands. I dipped my tongue into the hollow of her throat as she let out a sigh, her hands sinking into my hair, pulling me up so she could bring my mouth back to hers.

“Fuck me,” she said breathlessly, brushing her lips against mine. “I need your cock inside me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

My teeth nibbled her earlobe while I gripped her ass and pulled her against my crotch. My erection was impossible to miss. Reaching around her, I picked her up and carried her over to the tree line. Though I wasn’t shy about where I fucked, I got the feeling my woman was and if I was being honest, I didn’t want any of my brothers seeing my woman in the throes of passion.

Her body, moans and cries of extasy were for me alone.

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