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  The big blond is all smiles as he makes his way inside saying his hellos to everyone, including the Nomads. It seems the ride he was on, doing who knows what, was good for him. He looks happier than when he left. Could he have met a woman? Is that why he appears so relaxed now? What am I saying? Of course he met a woman! They’re bikers and any female in their right mind would jump him in a heartbeat given the chance. Odin and Torch are both unbelievably Alpha and that is sexy as shit, even though I think Torch is probably psycho under those good looks.

  I remain rooted in place, as still as a statue, just watching Odin. I really did miss him and as much as it hurts thinking of him with another woman, I’m glad he’s back. Like I said before, I may not be able to have all of him or only be with him, but I won’t complain. I know how the club works and one thing about Odin is that he’s devoted to the Oath Keepers and his brothers. I respect that about him and whoever ends up with him in the future will be a lucky woman.

  Mercenary greets him next and finally his eyes find mine. He draws in a breath, and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or bad as he stares. Mercenary says something that has Odin chuckling and nodding, his good mood is contagious as I find myself grinning, wanting to feel his touch on my skin. A prospect takes the leash to Nightmare’s dog, probably to lead her to the water bowl.

  The bar door opens again and the spell I was under from Odin is broken as a hulking, bearded man enters in a white T-shirt and jeans. Doesn’t he know it’s cold in Texas? Especially if he was riding! He flicks his gaze around the room as the brothers suddenly grow quiet, all getting to their feet and staring at the unknown intruder. I’ve never seen the guy before. He’s wearing a plain white T-shirt, fitted faded jeans that have seen better days and riding boots that’re definitely biker approved, but no MC cut or patches of any kind, anywhere. Could he be a potential prospect? Lord, the girls are in for a treat if he is. He’s gorgeous in the dangerous, burly mountain man type of way. He reminds me of a bear, big dark beard, stacked with muscles and not an ounce of body fat anywhere.

  “Grizzly!” Viking booms, shuffling through the room of Oath Keepers to greet the guy standing at the door.

  Stopping in front of the visitor, both men are nearly even in size. However, the newcomer has shoulders and arms stacked even wider than the president’s. That’s not an easy feat either; it’s rare I ever see a man larger than Viking. At least with him knowing the president, it most likely won’t turn ugly. I don’t know if the PTSD will ever fully go away from the Iron Fists storming the club and terrorizing us. I know the guys will always do what they can to make sure we’re safe, but it’s still in the back of my mind occasionally when that bar door flies open unexpectedly.

  Odin cautiously watches their exchange before his brother calls him over. It looks as if he introduces Odin then continues to acknowledge and introduce the other brothers that approach soon after the VP. I’m nosey, so I stay right where I am, observing the entire exchange until they all pick a large booth to sit in and Odin nods, gesturing for me to come over with them.

  “Hey,” I offer a wide smile, cataloging how Odin’s cerulean irises sparkle. I plan on dreaming of the color later when I’m alone and can fantasize about whatever the hell I want.

  “Cherry,” he rasps, his low sensual timbre skating over me in a caress. Damn, I missed his deep gravelly voice. It was only a few days, woman; pull yourself together! “Let the prospect know we need drinks.” He gestures to the others at the table and they all agree.

  As I saunter off toward Frost, who’s behind the bar with Chaos, I overhear the new guy ask who I am. My hips swing a touch more with each step, hoping Odin’s watching. I can tell someone is; my back has pinpricks all over it like they’re staring intently. Hopefully it’s not the bad boy Nomads—Knuckle Buster and Magnum. I have a feeling Magnum is called that because his cock hangs to his knees. These new girls are in for an experience if they decide to take one of them tonight. It’ll be interesting, that’s for certain. Hopefully one of the brothers prewarned them about not being alone with the men as well.

  “Frost?” I haven’t spoken to him much. He seems a bit more on the quiet side. I understand how he got his road name though; he’s standoffish and his blond hair’s so light it’s whiter than anything. Pair that with his captivating icy gaze and he could be the Cold Miser himself.

  His brows raise, but he doesn’t speak. Typical asshole biker.

  “The table over there wanted me to let you know they all need drinks.” I gesture back in the direction I came from.

  He nods, and Chaos barks out orders on what all he wants Frost to make for me. It turns out to be a few beers and a couple rocks tumblers of amber liquid, that’s most likely whiskey. Chaos and Blaze are good about memorizing all the members’ usual drinks, makes things easier when ordering refills.

  “You want something to drink as well, sweetheart?” Chaos inquires before I turn away with the full tray of alcoholic beverages.

  “A double of Patron, please. I could use a heavy pour,” I add with a wink.

  He whistles. “Damn! Going heavy tonight, hmm? Better be careful or one of these newbies may carry you off somewhere.”

  I snort, and then admit, “So many new faces around here; I’m hoping it may help my nerves.”

  He offers a kind smile and squeezes my wrist resting on the bar top.

  Frost moves to pour the clear chilled liquor into a short glass before placing it on my tray amongst the others.

  Chaos reaches over, sliding an orange onto the rim for me as well. It’s not my first night on tequila around him; he has my order down exactly how I like it.

  “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

  “You got it, sweetie.” He smirks and then moves to Frost’s side as Saint and Sinner drum up a long ass list of drinks they want made. They should’ve ordered a freaking bottle if they wanted to be toasted quickly. They’re ol’ lady, Jude smiles at me before Saint yanks her in front of him and blocks my view.

  Grabbing the tray full of drinks, I make my way back to Odin’s side. I pass each out to the brothers with only my shot and a beer left. Handing the beer over to the new biker, he offers me a smirk followed up with a quick flick of his gaze checking me out.

  I’m about to return the tray and down my shot when Odin’s massive hand comes to my hip. He applies enough pressure to have me leaning in, my ass promptly landing on his leg. Turning with surprise, my eyes find his briefly to make sure this is what he really wants. He’s not big on public displays of affection unless he’s smoked a few joints and wants to fuck me right there and then. His lips turn up, his strong arm wrapping possessively around my hip to hold me in place.

  “Cherry, this is Grizzly.” He introduces us, and the beefy bearded guy flashes a smile full of white teeth. His name goes with his appearance, no doubt. The moment he grins, the smile lines beside his eyes show up, along with a set of dimples to boot. This man is a force I’m sure, and as soon as he flashes those teeth, I find myself beaming right back. He has that sort of face...the kind of expression that lights up and you can’t not smile back at him.

  “You’re a fine sight after a long ride,” he remarks, his comment full of innuendo and my cheeks warm with the fact he’s saying this directly in front of Viking, Torch, Odin, and Mercenary.

  “Isn’t she?” the president comments and Odin’s sculpted arm tightens a bit too much, pulling me against his chest more firmly.

  “So, tell me,” Grizzly orders, his gaze flirty to match his voice. “You have a man, Cherry pie? I didn’t see a patch on that ass.” His dark eyes flash to the alpha at my back, maybe because I’m planted on his lap or maybe to catch his reaction—if Odin even has one. I doubt it, unfortunately.

  As much as I’d love to tell him I do and that my heart belongs to another, I can’t. “No,” I admit reluctantly with a whisper.

  Amazingly he hears me over the bar ruckus and Grizzly’s face lights up. “Good. Viking here has extended his hospitality. You�
��re just what I need to warm my sheets and distract me from that long ride home I have ahead of me.”

  Glancing to Viking for verification, he nods, confirming. Swallowing thickly, I manage to keep the smile planted on my face, unsure of what to say exactly. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, been put in even a remotely similar position. I was never claimed, but to be offered up by the Prez to someone to keep them company.

  The man I care for is currently bracing me to his frame, and yet it means nothing. Members pass off club whores all the time; it’s what we’re here for. So why does my heart sting, thinking of who I’ll have between my thighs tonight? Does this mean Odin will be with one of the new club whores tonight as well? Damn it, I’m not supposed to care...maybe it would’ve been better had he stayed on the road longer. At least out there I could miss him and pretend he was thinking of me as well.

  Why can’t Odin just speak up and say he wants me tonight in his own bed instead? I know it would be considered rude to the biker, but I can’t help myself to wish. Rather than forget my place, I throw the tequila back and pull on my pretend big girl panties. If I have to drown my emotions to forget and be able to do my job easier, then I will.

  It won’t be a hardship on my eyes as Grizzly is devilishly handsome, and so far, he seems to be a nice guy. If I can toss back some more tequila shots, then I’ll be able to pretend it’s Odin. And maybe, if I’m truly lucky, Grizzly will get far too drunk and end up passing out before anything even happens. I won’t hold my breath, but I can hope. There is such thing as whiskey dick too, so I have a few options.

  “Anyone else ready for a refill,” I probe with a bit of a squeak, moving to stand. I literally just passed all their drinks out. Rather than calling me on it, Torch of all people, throws his whiskey back and nods, holding his cup out to me. My gratitude is probably pretty evident, and I need to rein it in. The others wave me off, too intent on talking shop to be anywhere near in need of a top off.

  With a quickness that Odin no doubt catches on to, I grab the tray, the two empty cups and hightail it back to the bar. I need to be near Chaos; he’s stable and we’re friend zoned. can take a breather around him and be honest for a few minutes.

  “Another double Patron and whiskey neat, please...hell, give me a triple.”

  “No problem,” Frost drones and Chaos is back in front of me, gaze searching.

  “Already? You good, Cherry?”

  My shoulders drop. “Could be better.”

  He leans in. “I saw you on his lap, figured you’d be a bit happier ‘bout it.”

  My lip wobbles, but I choke back the emotions. With a jerky nod, I whisper so no one overhears. “I was until it was decided that I’ll keep the guest company tonight instead.”

  “Shit,” he breathes. With a frown, he stares to me with sympathy. “At some point, you’ve gotta come clean. This’ll only get harder or else you’ll shut your emotions off completely and not care who you’re fucking.”

  “Those are my only two options? How do you know?”

  “Because I’ve been there, and I’ve done both. Trust me when I say you want to open up about it. Before it’s too late,” he adds as Frost places the glasses on the bar.

  “Thanks.” I offer him a pitiful smile first and then one to Chaos as well, before strutting back over to the guys.

  “The fuck did Chaos want?” Odin growls with a head jerk at the bar as he yanks me back in place on his lap. He’s so damn handsy and possessive today. What is with him all of a sudden?

  “Nothing,” I say, shaking my head. He mumbles something under his breath that doesn’t sound too friendly, but I pretend not to notice.

  “Bullshit. I saw him lean in, get close and say something. The fuck was it, Cherry?” The others continue to talk around us, but I can tell they’re trying like hell to ‘subtly’ hear what we’re saying. Men are as nosey as women, even if they don’t like to admit the fact.

  Releasing a breath, my forehead scrunches as I say, “He was just asking if I was okay since I wanted another drink. It was nothing. After that, he said to have fun tonight. I thanked him and told him I’d planned on doing exactly that anyhow.”

  “You plan on what tonight?” His nose trails over the side of my throat, his warm breath blowing over my neck causing my nipples to harden under my thin shirt.

  Grizzly’s eyes land on them, noticing the change under my shirt immediately. I don’t mind him ogling a bit. In all honesty, I don’t care about any of the brothers peeping on me. However, I don’t want to fuck or blow anyone but Odin. Looking is far different than touching. Too bad I don’t have a choice in the matter if I want to have a roof over my head and food to eat. It’s not like I could just go out and start working a regular job. I’ve been a biker whore for most of my life and that’s not something you put on an application for work experience.

  “I’m going to enjoy myself, as I’m sure you will as well.” The implied meaning is right there for him to hear.

  His hand moves to my hair, wrenching my neck back so he can hiss into my ear. “You’ll enjoy fucking someone other than me? Doubtful. Pretend all you want, but I know you’d rather it was my cock in that tight pink pussy of yours,” he finishes with a nip to my lobe.

  My body vibrates with need for him in response. Even when I’m upset inside, I can’t help but crave him and respond to his touch. The bastard is right. I’ll pretend it’s him, but I won’t admit it. With a shrug, I lick my lips seductively while meeting Grizzly’s gaze. It’s a dangerous game pitting two alphas against each other over pussy, but I’m not above hitting below the belt. I’m the one sacrificing everything in the end anyhow.

  “I don’t know,” I reply loud enough that the others can easily hear me if they choose to. “His dick may be bigger with a name like Grizzly.”

  Odin’s chest rumbles against my back and my lips turn up, not quite enough for him to notice the change, but I’m sure the others could pick up on it if they’d paid attention. My comment is full of it as I’ve never been with a man who’s bigger in girth or length than Odin. That’s a moot point now though. His teeth sink into the back of my neck, effectively drawing a moan of pleasure from me. His mouth remains in place after he releases my flesh and just as loudly as I was a moment ago, he replies, “This pretty cunt will never be satisfied with any other cock. Fucking admit it, Cherry. Your pussy only wants me.”

  Grizzly’s excited grin drops suddenly as he realizes there’s a heated exchange going on directly in front of him, involving the VP of the club he’s a guest at and the woman he’d been planning on fucking tonight. Things just got a bit awkward, but you wouldn’t guess that much with how hard Odin’s length is under my ass. Not only is his dick thick, fully erect, and pinned down by my globes, but his body is firm and fired up. He wants to fuck me right this moment; there’s no doubt in my mind. He won’t though, as he’s talking club shit with his brother, or at least he’s supposed to be.

  Cherry wiggles her ass against my cock once again and I nearly lose it and come unglued. My teeth grit against one another, scraping in an attempt to not flip the fuck out and take her right here in the middle of this table at this very moment. My brothers wouldn’t mind. Hell the entire club wouldn’t give a fuck. I must refrain and hold myself back; I need to keep my head straight to feel this new biker out. I’m not sure about his true motive yet and it’s got me feeling damn leery.

  I can’t believe this guy thinks he’s going to waltz right into the MC and have sex with Cherry tonight. This bitch is mine and no twat face asshat in here touches her pussy anymore but me. Motherfucking Viking! My own flesh and blood gave his approval to this charade too. He of all people ought to have my back when it comes to her. So, I didn’t admit anything to Vike before I left, but that shouldn’t mean a damn thing. Every brother in here knows I get territorial when they sniff around her ass. Now I’ve got this bozo showing up, whom I’m already skeptical of, mind you, and he wants to have a go at my girl. Well, he’s got anothe
r thing coming if he doesn’t catch a hint and back off.

  I don’t think so, this is not fucking happening. I don’t care if I have to cock block him all goddamn night. I won’t allow his cock inside her pussy.

  Cherry and I are on the level with one another that I don’t even wear condoms with her anymore. I don’t need to as everyone is smart enough to stay the hell away from her silky, delicious cunt. She wiggles again, butt nearly stroking my length with the move and I snap. “I’m gonna fuck you right here if you don’t stop moving that juicy ass over my stiff cock.”

  She turns to me, mouth open and eyes dazed. She doesn’t get a chance to speak, as I keep going, being the asshole I’m known to be. “You want my cock, bitch? You missed me while I was gone and need to be fucked real good and dirty before I can kick back with the brothers?”

  Her cheeks heat, along with her temper. She rarely shows it and especially not to me. I like her sweet and submissive. We fit well together when she just gives in and does whatever the fuck I tell her to.

  “I’m fucking him.” She nods to the burly dickwad newcomer biker seated across from me. “Remember? You weren’t protesting when he asked me moments ago.”

  “You’re not fucking anyone’s cock except mine,” I promise, yanking her hair back again. My lips go to her neck, teeth biting; I suck like a goddamn vacuum. She wants to act all cute and mouthy in front of the brothers, I’ll just mark her ass, so everyone can see. I’m done with this conversation. I take what I want, just as my brother and Jekyll have always taught me to. When I eventually release her, she shoves against my chest, jumping to her feet. I attempt to grab at her, but she swats my hands away and jumps off to the side out of my initial reach.

  “You can’t do that!” she yelps angrily. Her hand flied to the spot and attempts to hide away the bruising hickey I’ve just placed. It’s in plain sight and nearly the same size as the side of her throat. My meaning is more than clear to anyone who merely glances in her direction.