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“Colt,” I groan out his name.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. You’re all used up now, aren’t you? Yet you still feel so fucking good.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant as he gives shallow, slow thrusts.

He takes his time, enjoying my body. Bane takes my lips, his kiss soft as a feather, while Alto dips his hand between my legs, circling my clit.

I’m going to pass out from pleasure.

They really know how to make me listen to them, even if it isn’t a fair game they are playing.

21

ALTO

Ashocking five weeks have gone by since our relationship with Harlow started. Five weeks of that slimy VP hanging around trying to get close to Harlow. Five weeks of the Prez being hyperaware of every move he makes, along with mine.

It hasn’t been easy. It’s been so hard keeping our relationship under wraps. We’ve fallen into an easy routine. Harlow doesn’t come around the clubhouse, and after work we go to her, or she comes to us.

It’s been exhausting.

I can’t do it much longer.

Grim has been quiet too. Too quiet. He’s been a good boy and hasn’t given Prez a reason to question him, which makes me look like a fucking idiot.

I’m done with it.

“What are you doing?” Colt sits next to me, eyeing my phone to see the dot moving. “Still nothing, huh?”

“Still nothing. It makes no sense for them to be so quiet.”

“Heather hasn’t said anything either. They have been busy again. It’s like it was a blip.”

“No, something is going on. I want to know.”

Grim comes through the front door and I turn my tracker off, sliding my phone in my pocket.

And right behind him, with her purse on her shoulder and her keys jiggling in her hand, is Harlow.

“Harlow,” I bark, sounding meaner than intended, then clear my throat when a few people look at me. “Harlow,” I try and say slowly. “What are you doing here?” I slide my eyes to Grim, grinding my teeth together.

“Daddy called me. He wanted to see me because it had been a while.” Her teeth are tight, holding in her annoyance with me.

“I pulled in at the same time,” Grim interjects. “I finally was able to talk her into that coffee, but we have to have it in the kitchen.”

“Coffee?” Colt’s voice breaks. “That’s cool, I guess.”

“Yeah and I won’t be dragging my feet now. I’m going to go make a pot.” He kisses the side of her head, way too familiar with her, and I stand, marching over to them.

“Prez wouldn’t like you hanging all over his daughter in the clubhouse. Keep your hands to yourself.”

Grim’s dark eyes narrow as we face each other. “Oh? Is it just the Prez who has a problem with it?” He lowers his voice when he looks over my shoulder.

Prez must be there.

“Or maybe the reason why she was crying was because of you, or Colt, or that scarred-up fucker,” he snaps.

I lose it when he talks about Harlow and Bane like that. I let my fist rip through the air and it lands perfectly on his jaw. I hit him so hard spit flies from his mouth and he smacks against the wall. It doesn’t keep him down though. He launches himself at me, trying to tackle me to the ground.

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