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  “You need this back.” Opening my palm, I show him his President patch that’s still missing from his cut. “And we got shit to discuss.”

  He nods. “I agree. We’ll talk at home. My shit doesn’t need to be chatted about during church.”

  “Wrong brother,” I argue. “If it were any other member then I’d say handle your shit at home, but you fucked up.”

  He glowers. I’m stepping all over Viking’s damn toes right now, but I don’t give a fuck. He needs to hear this shit and the brothers won’t say it. I will.

  “You brought your shitshow into the MC. Fuck, Vike,” I huff, “we all look up to you. To both you and P. Not only as a couple but as people who have their lives figured out. I get it you had serious shit goin’ on, but you fucked up by not talking to us—your family.”

  He exhales. “It wasn’t anyone’s fucking business. What me an’ my ol’ lady was dealing with—are dealing with—is nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

  “The hell it’s not!” My temper flairs and I explode. “You were getting your fucking cock sucked by a goddamn whore while your bitch was out getting drunk—alone! Princess is my fucking sister; hell, she’s a sister to every motherfucker in this place. You have Blaze and me guard her, forfeiting our own lives if necessary, to keep her safe. Yet you expect us—or fuck, me—to not protect her against you as well? You expect us to not give a fuck when you hurt her? How does that make sense, brother? Please, clue me the fuck in. One thing is for certain, Viking, you fuck up Princess and you’ll never survive it.”

  His scowl turns murderous and he stands. I mimic him, ready to knock him the fuck out when he asks, “That a motherfucking threat, kid?”

  Kid! Always a kid to him, but I’m a grown-ass man. Squaring my shoulders, I meet his gaze head on. “It’s a goddamn promise and open your fucking eyes, I’m a man.”

  “Anyone else?” He glances around the table to the bikers sitting there, watching with rapt fascination as to what’s going to happen next. When no one says anything, my brother continues. “All of you better have brass fucking balls like Odin when it comes to my woman. I don’t plan to fuck up, but if I do, you need to look to Odin. You want loyalty? He’s the most loyal man I’ve ever known.” Viking peers back at me, pride shining. “You did the right thing and I’m proud of you. I don’t intend to fuck up again, but I’m human.” He holds his hand out for me to shake.

  I swallow, caught off guard. I was expecting him to fly off the rails with my outburst. Maybe end up wanting to go to blows or throw his chair...something, not this calm reaction. Finally, I place my palm to his, offering him my support and trust again.

  “Thank you, brother, for having my woman’s back. Princess is everything to me—outside of this MC and you kept her safe yet again. I will never be able to repay you for everything you’ve done for me in this life. I’m home now. I’m here to run my club and win my bitch’s heart back. But hear me when I say this...not a motherfucking thing will stand in my way in taking both back.”

  My chest deflates and what feels like a twenty-pound weight is lifted from my shoulders. With a nod, I hand over his president patch. It’s so damn good to have my brother back where he belongs. He gladly takes the patch and pulls me in for a man hug. Lots of back slapping and muttered apologies are spoken before we both take our respective seats, the brothers all sitting back appearing much more relaxed, hopeful.

  “Now, I met a guy on my ride...” he begins and most of us chuckle. Leave it to Viking to bring in more business while he’s in the middle of a damn emotional crisis. I nearly mention Cherry but decide to hold back. I’m just glad my brother’s where he belongs. That’s what I need to concentrate on right now.

  “Have you heard the news?” Honey flicks her long, honey-blonde hair over her shoulder, greeting me as I step into our room.

  “News?” I pretend like I don’t care, but if she’s bringing it up like this then it means I probably won’t be fond of whatever it is that she has to say.

  “Yep,” she pops the p and I roll my eyes. “Blaze was telling me all about how the boys want to let some new hang arounds into the club. Guess their needs aren’t being met after all.”

  “They’re not boys,” I mumble. “So, new club sluts?”

  “Mm-hmm, you know those bitches are going to be all over Odin’s dick too. He’s young, fine, and the VP.”

  Please don’t hold back on my account. Jesus. I’ve had more than enough of her snide comments. “Honey?” I call, my voice extra syrupy sweet than usual.

  “Yeah?” She grins and it’s full of bitchiness, nothing kind whatsoever about it.

  “Shut the hell up.” With a huff, I leave our room, slamming the door in my wake. I can’t be around her right now; I may end up pulling out some of her fake ass weave.

  I get three steps before colliding with a hard chest. “Shit!”

  “Cherry?” I look up, straight into none other than Torch’s ominous stare. The man is always so serious.

  “Crap,” I breathe way too loudly, confident he heard it. “Torch! Oh hi, I didn’t mean, I, uh...sorry about that.”

  He blinks, and a quick flash of his tongue swiping his bottom lip has my heart pitter-pattering for an entirely different reason. Torch is dangerous, but also a bit beautiful in his own cutthroat sort of way. “You good?” His gravelly voice rasps, bringing an onslaught of goosebumps to cover over my flesh.

  I nod, not used to him doing anything past barely acknowledging that I exist. Even that is pushing it for this man. That’s fine though, I try to stay out of his way and not catch his gaze. “Thanks, I didn’t mean to plow into your chest.”

  His mask slips for a moment, his lip tugging upwards a smidge. “Don’t sweat it. Someone fucking with you? You seem to be in a rush.”

  Blowing out a breath, I shake my head. “No, just getting away from Honey.” I fling my hand toward the door I’d slammed moments before our collision.

  “That, I can understand.”

  A giggle leaves me, most likely from my overactive nerves. I’m stressed from what Honey shared with me and then mix that in with being this close to Torch, it has me all jumbled up in my head. “Right.”

  “Was she being her usual bitchy self again?”

  With a shrug, I take a step to the side to give him and me some breathing room. “She was just informing me that there will be some new club whores around the compound and basically saying I wasn’t good enough.” I don’t know what spurs me on to open up to him, but I’m a bit emotional thinking about the potential truth in her words. Maybe it was the weird run-in with Viking, when he told me that Odin has a soft spot for me. The conversation with the president gave me a bit of hope, I suppose.

  “I’m going to let you in on a secret that all the brothers are aware of...”

  “Okay,” I utter, gazing up at him expectantly.

  “She’s jealous and especially of you.”

  This time I burst out laughing, his brow rising in amusement. “No way…have you seen her? She couldn’t be the least bit jealous of me.”

  He nods. “I have, and I’ve seen how my brother favors you. Tell me Cherry, have you looked in the mirror recently, or for that matter thought about how you treat all of us?”

  I swallow a bit rough at what he’s implying.

  “You have his eye and she doesn’t. Seems like reason enough for Honey to show her ass to you and try to get under your skin. “

  This man never says two words to me and now he’s offering me comfort. Did I get whiplash on my way out the door? “Thank you for saying that,” I manage to get out as Odin storms around the corner, halting when he sees us.

  “Torch?”

  “O,” the menacing biker says and throws me a nod before sauntering off.

  “Didn’t realize you two were cool,” Odin finally grumbles.

  “We aren’t.”

  “No?”

  I step the four paces until I’m right in front of him. “I was in a rush leaving
my room and face-planted into him.”

  Odin chuckles, his big hands wrapping around my wrists as he flicks his gaze over me. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

  “No,” I smile. “Just literally ran into him. He has a hard chest.”

  “Come on, Cherry.” He steps past me, tugging me along.

  “Where are we headed?”

  “To my bed. Where else, woman?”

  I follow, beaming a bright smile because there’s no other place that I’d rather be, especially after dealing with Honey’s comments.

  “I want that mouth and tight pussy, both. Will you give them up, or do I need to restrain you and take them from you?”

  I love when Odin gets like this, all demanding and turned on. I’ve tried denying him before to help distance my heart, but he wouldn’t have it. He took what he wanted, and it ended up being the best sex of my life. I think maybe because I’d secretly wanted him to do just that and not take no for an answer when it came to having what he’d wanted—me.

  “Depends,” I brazenly reply with a carefree shrug, “how do you plan to restrain me?”

  In a flash, he has the front of my body constrained up against the wall, his big frame pressed deliciously close to mine. His cock’s hard and demanding at my back as he leans in, his nose grazing the side of my throat. His whiskers tickle my flesh as he rasps, “Maybe I’ll hold you down with my hands, maybe I’ll tie you up...hell, I could find some motherfucking duct tape. You won’t be able to move a goddamn muscle while I fuck you, unless I want you to.”

  My heart races at his suggestion, my pussy clenching as my core drips for him. This man does insane things to me and can easily have me begging him for more. “So then fuck me big guy, if you know what you want. I’m not easily giving it up to you when you demand it. You don’t control my body,” I goad, wanting him to lose himself with passion.

  He growls, catching on to my game. His palm comes to the back of my neck, his fingers nearly reaching around my throat entirely. He gives it a squeeze as he warns, “Don’t tempt me to punish you for that naughty mouth because I will. Not only that, but I’ll gladly make you fucking enjoy every moment that I don’t let you come on my cock. I’ll have you waiting until you finally give in and beg me to allow you to come. I command this pussy, babe.”

  Pushing my ass back and out toward him, I wiggle it against his cock. My body pushes his restraint even further until he explodes, ripping my pants down right in the middle of the hallway. It’s mere moments as he grabs my hands into one of his, then braces them to the wall above my head. My arms scream in protest, but I pay them no attention as he moves his hips, freeing his cock. Without a second thought, he immediately sinks his length into me, seating all the way. He glides right in, my cunt already soaking with anticipation. He fucks me with brutal force, his pace unwavering as he goes after what he wants.

  “Yes,” I moan. “Take what you need. Fuck my pussy like you mean it! I want to feel you everywhere.”

  “You want this cock?” he growls into my neck, shoving me into the wall until it’s hard for me to move my chest to even breathe. Regardless, I work to free my gasp.

  “Fuck yes,” I admit, and he rams home again. His teeth sink into the top of my shoulder and my body combusts. My orgasm rakes over me, and a scream of ecstasy echoes through the hallway, most likely carrying into the surrounding rooms as I continue to throb around his engorged sex. “Give me every inch; I want all of that giant cock!”

  Odin groans as I feel his dick begin to pulse. He’s so damn close. He must’ve needed a quick, demanding fuck for him to go so quickly. Usually he likes to take his time and fuck until it hurts for me to move.

  “That’s it…fill me full of your creamy cum…I want every thick drop.” My breathless plea pushes him over. On a deep roar, he thrusts once, twice, a third time and then he’s sinking inside my pussy balls deep, painting the inside of my core with his hot semen. Feeling him let go is enough to ring out a second orgasm from me, our intimate parts pulling at one another, as if they can’t get enough of the other.

  I know I certainly can’t get enough of him. I want everything he’ll give me.

  “Where’ve you been?” Honey badgers me the moment I close the door to our room.

  With a smile, I admit, “I was warming Odin’s bed.” I’m not one to kiss and tell or gloat about being with the brothers, but I’m so damn tired of her bitchiness toward me.

  “Did you have sex with him?”

  “Excuse me?” My arms cross over my chest. What the hell is with her? What I do with any of the members is no concern to her.

  “Did you fuck or just suck his cock?”

  “How is this remotely any of your business? We’ve never discussed details before, so why start now?”

  She releases a breath, her snooty screwed up face dropping. “I was asking because none of the guys want me.”

  “I find that hard to believe,” I mutter, pulling off my wrinkled outfit and search out something clean to wear. I’m not trying to be salty with my comment; it’s the truth. Honey’s got a striking classic look to her. She reminds me of a pinup girl or something. It’s a bit irritating since she’s always talking down on everyone else around her.

  “Well it’s not, actually. And with these new club sluts coming, they’ll take over in no time. We’ll be kicked out, replaced for the fresh meat.”

  “Have you tried to sleep with every brother that’s available? Or even just asked to suck their cocks so they get some relief?” I ask, pulling a fitted, long sleeve light blue tee over my head. Once that’s in place, I reach for some jeans and yank them on as well.

  “I tried to get with Blaze today since the other chick hasn’t been around. He said he was busy,” she grumbles.

  “So maybe he really is.”

  She shakes her head. “No. It’s not just him either. I heard the prospects talking. The brothers told them to stay away from me, that I’m drama.”

  I poke my head into our bathroom and grab my toothbrush, filling it with toothpaste; I dip back out. “Have you given that some thought?” I mean it’s true but there’s not a kind way to point that fact out.

  “What do you mean?”

  I stop brushing and mumble through my mint-filled mouth. “You go after guys that have ol’ ladies then you stir up drama with them. You like the chase, and then you bad-mouth every woman in sight. Maybe you should try being nice and not talk bad about anyone.”

  “Seriously?” Her nose scrunches up, as if the suggestion is terrible.

  “Yeah, the guys are all good to me. I’m nice to them, so I’m saying give it a shot.”

  She flings her hands in the air. “I guess it’s better than being treated like a leper and no one wanting me. I’ll try it out. I don’t want Odin kicking me out next.”

  With a toothpaste filled grin, I head for the sink. Hopefully she really does give it a shot. Maybe I’ll be able to stand being around her if she’s not got a corn cob stuck up her ass twenty-four hours a day.

  “So, did you sleep with Odin?” she calls louder, and I dry my face off, heading back into our room.

  “I don’t see why this matters.”

  “Because...he won’t even look in my direction. You’ve had him the longest out of any of the past girls.”

  “I’ve just been around a long time...”

  “Long enough that he may be thinking long-term commitment?”

  “I highly doubt it,” I reply, sliding on my tennis shoes. I have a few hours of free time to myself before I need to put makeup on and look sexy in case anyone wants company tonight.

  “I don’t. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you really did have the big guy and just didn’t know it.”

  There’s no way I can afford to hope such thoughts. It won’t do anything but get me kicked out in the end. Could that truly be Honey’s angle with this conversation? Maybe her mission is to get me out of here, and then she’d be the one around here the longest. Whatever her angle
is, I’m not about to stick around and get dragged into it even deeper than I already have been. I need to find a distraction. I can’t let my hopes get up that Odin could really be mine one day or that he’d want to be.

  “I’m headed out for a long run; I need to stretch my muscles. I’ll catch you later.”

  “Okay, see ya.” She waves, and I leave as quickly as possible. With a relaxing breath, I’m safe once again from her words, but they linger in my mind. They’re words that have a toxic effect on my heart.

  “Am I the only one curious about the new biker Viking had mentioned to us in church the other day?”

  Torch takes a hefty swig of his beer, dipping his head in agreement.

  Pushing forward, I voice more of my thoughts. “The fuck was he doing in Oath Keeper territory? Especially, since he’s supposedly from Alaska; that’s pretty fucking far out. The entire thing’s kind of shady, being all the way down in central or south Texas with no club to back you up.”

  “You think that they’re looking to expand? Not just with their business as claimed, but their territory as well?”

  Shrugging, I climb to my feet. “I’m just saying, how do you appear nonthreatening if you’re scoping shit out for your MC? Easy. Come alone and then you’re just another lone rider out on the road.”

  “Let’s give the Prez some credit and back off of the possible motives, but I’ll keep my eyes on it.”

  “Good, it’s been on my mind ever since Viking mentioned the guy. Maybe I’ll give Exterminator a call and see what the Nomads think about it.”

  “Careful Odin, that’s real close to stepping on Vike’s toes.”

  “Nah, I’m just making sure Viking’s not blindsided because his mind has been distracted and he’s trying to work through some shit with P. He can concentrate on his woman while I make sure the club stays safe and on track.”

  “All right brother, I trust your decision. Just be prepared if your brother comes at you ready to draw blood. He may if he catches wind of this without you running it past him first. You know how short tempered he can be about the MC.”