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He lifts the hood on my nub, and I enjoy the suck before he bites. That causes me to jump and pull back. He laughs as I glare, till I realize that my jump gave him the leverage he needed to pull my shorts and panties completely off.

“Take the shirt off, babe. Need to see and feel all of you.”

I’m quick with my work. Not ’cause I’m a rule-following kind of girl, at least not anymore. Mostly so I don’t miss the show. My guy is fucking hot. The term of endearment in biker land might be old man, but there is nothing about him that’s old. Everything is man—all man.

He does that hot maneuver, pulling his shirt over his head from the back, all one-handed. His eyes stay on mine, and I just let the drool flow down my chin. He’s amazingly sculpted. Don’t care if I’ve seen him naked ten times or a hundred. Pretty sure my jaw will drop each time I see him.

Next come the jeans, and damn if that isn’t sexy as fuck. Strong arms, strong legs. Stomach with more abs than I can count, and I do math for a living. And a dick that rocks my world. I lick my lips, wanting to know what it would taste like, but I also kind of don’t want to wait to feel it inside me. I’ve never given head, but the sex is too good to give up. Of course, if I enjoy going down on Flint half as much as he enjoys going down on me, I doubt I’ll have a problem.

“Spread them, Kitten. I want to see my kitty’s milk.”

I know it doesn’t really work with what he’s saying, but I find it hot as hell, and it just makes me cream more. And when he talks like that, ideas of dick sucking go right out the window. Besides, he might say he won’t let me go, but I’m not willing to leave either. I’ll get to learn about sucking cock later. Much later if we do another marathon like he mentioned.

He kneels on the bed between my spread thighs, and I swallow hard as he strokes his massive cock with one hand while rimming my core with the other. “So wet for me. Creaming all over my fingers, baby.”

“Please, Tyler.”

His eyes light with fire as he takes his eyes off my pussy and looks to me. I grab my breast and squeeze tight, knowing he likes watching me pinch my nipples.

“Fucking love hearing my name on your lips, Kitten. Best old lady I’ve ever had.”

“Only old lady,” I breathe before I wrap my heels around his ass and pull him forward as I grab his face and kiss him with all the love I have.

His dick finds its forever home in one push, and we both groan in pleasure.

We kiss with each thrust into me. I hold him close as he molds his body to mine. We make love in a slow dance, neither of us having a place to go or a desire to end it. When I come, it’s a slow build, and I’m calling out Tyler’s name a second before he says he loves me and comes too.

I might have lost my mind, but I will never forget this. The feeling of the love of my life in my arms and realizing I finally found a family I can call my own.

I’m a club girl after all, it seems. Who would have thought?

“Love you, Jules.” He doesn’t pull out, just rolls me as we lean to the side.

“Good, ’cause you aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon. Looks like you’re going to be my babysitter for life.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Epilogue – Flint

“C

hurch is in session.” Law bangs his upside-down scythe gavel, and the boys shut up. “First off, Mad Max, glad to have you back, brother. Been a long time coming. The boys and I have missed you these past three years. We’ll hold your colors till the probation is over, just like we did with Chains. But if you pull that shit again, without thinking and calling in backup? You’re out. Agree?”

The table tenses as we look at our brother who just got released a week ago. He was massive before he went in, and he spent the time bulking up even more. The guy’s bigger than anyone in the club now, and that’s saying something since none of us are lacking and have been active in the gym. Actually, most of us have been going to Kitten’s friends’ gym. Place is legit, and after we learned they weren’t doing well since a few townspeople were snubbing them just because they’re a same-sex couple, the club stepped in and bought everyone a membership. It was meant to be a onetime deal, but most of the guys really enjoy the benefits the place has and keep up their own monthly fees now.

Mad Max got his road name more for his driving skill and love of the eighties movie. Yeah, okay, a large part because no one wants to see him mad. Hulk might have been a better name for him. But the way he’s looking now—longer hair than before covering his face, bulk that makes the chairs squeak below him, his eyes more crazed—the club might have to vote on a name change for him, ’cause Rage is looking like a real good substitute right about now.

“Noted.”

With that, the conversation is over, and the table takes a collective sigh.

“Next order of business. Got word from Bass and the two prospects, Gator and the new guy who helped with Kitten. They’re planning on sticking around the Northeast a bit longer and doing some training in the Washington area. They’re getting plenty of recruits on their little mission to see if other chapters are interested in being a part of our side gig. Bass just needs to narrow down the playing field till he picks the best ones. Once those are chosen, then they’ll move on, and it’ll be that chapter’s club job to keep up the training.”

The brothers nod in agreement. While the side mercenary job is taking on steam, we still won’t push the club into an area we can’t handle.

Bulldog taps the table to have a say. “Wanted to bring something to the table.” Law nods for him to continue. “The brewery’s numbers are looking good. Got high demand here but been looking at the market. Think we should make a play to expand internationally. Might even get us into a few places overseas that we could use as a cover when we need to mix the two things up.”

Law nods. “I like it. Give me numbers and we can talk more on it.”

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