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  My mouth is hanging open at what he just said. He just said that in front of me. I know bikers are known for liking sex but talking to his almost-wife like that in front of me was a tad crazy.

  “You okay?” Kara asks me, reaching down for the box by the door that I completely missed.

  “Yeah I’m good. What’s in the box?” I ask, stepping over to her.

  “This is our fun night box right here. We’ve got pop tarts, popcorn with a mix trail added, yum.” She keeps pulling items of food out that include chips with three different dips. Three Tupperware boxes come next that have nachos in one, piping hot mini cheese and ham sliders in another, and BBQ steak bites in the last one.

  “Do you have enough food here?” I jest, popping a chip into my mouth.

  “Yes, and here comes the alcohol that will need to be soaked up by said food.” She winks at me as two prospects arrive at my door, carrying a large ice box filled with ice and a range of alcohol bottles, including Fireball.

  “Oh, I’m going to regret this in the morning.” I giggle, pulling the bottle out of the ice box and pouring us two shots.

  Handing one to Kara, I smile at her and make a toast.

  “Here’s to stubborn men with sexy smirks and thick,” I pause for dramatic effect and Kara cocks an eyebrow at me, “heads.”

  We down our shots and burst out laughing. She pours us another one. We down that, and I giggle.

  “Okay, before we go any further, let me change into my PJ’s.” She swallows what she was chewing and nods to my body.

  “Okay, go on then.” My eyes widen at her and she smirks at me. “Do you know what this will do to Magnum? Me telling him that I watched you change in front of me… priceless. He will fuck me into next week.” She bites her lip and turns to stuff more food into her mouth.

  I quickly strip down and change into my navy satin shorts and tank PJ set, with a cream and green leaves pattern. Taking a baby wipe out of its packet, I clean off my makeup before putting it in the trash can and turning to face Kara, who’s staring at me.

  “What?” I ask, moving over to her and picking up a steak bite. I pop it into my mouth.

  Kara smiles at me and I mirror it before she takes out her phone and slides open the camera. She takes my hand, dragging me to the bed and positioning me against the headboard, then she sits next to me.

  “Um, what are we doing?” I ask her, smiling at how excited but mischievous she looks.

  I remember a time when I was carefree and loving life, going to the beach and staying out drinking all night. My younger years were amazing. My friends were always up for a laugh and were supportive when I joined the Army. They made sure to help me get back to civilization when I came home.

  I was dating Roy for two years before I got pregnant. Not many of my friends liked him. They always made a point to say that something felt off with him. I wish I had listened to them now. Having Tucker will never be a regret, but I wish his father was someone else, someone that loves him unconditionally.

  Like Opal. The thought flickers through my mind.

  “Hey, are you okay? You zoned out there,” Kara asks, resting her hand on my arm. Giving her a reassuring smile, I nod.

  “I’m good. So, what are we doing sitting on the bed, and why the hell are your tits suddenly falling out of your top even more?” I enquire, looking at her chest.

  She messes with her hair before pulling me closer and aiming the camera at us for a selfie.

  “I’m going to send Magnum a photo of his old lady in bed with a smoking hot chick. It will drive him fucking crazy.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

  I laugh and lean my head against her and smile at the camera. We do a few more photos, one with her kissing my cheek and my smiling face scrunched up. Another with us aiming a kiss at the screen. She hits send to Magnum, and I see Opal’s name at the top of the screen too.

  “Wait for it,” she giggles. In less than thirty seconds, we hear it.

  “Fuck!” is bellowed through the clubhouse. Magnum has opened his text and is happy with what he sees.

  We burst into a fit of giggles and continue to drink shot after shot. We snack on the food, finishing pretty much all of it, which surprises me.

  Kara helps me forget everything over the last few days and the things going down with Opal and Roy. I know Tucker is safe, so I let loose, enjoying myself for a change.

  Kara tells me about how she came to be here at the clubhouse and about everything back home. About her teenage years and Magnum being a man-whore and treating her badly.

  “So, you and Opal…” she slurs, sliding a chip into her mouth.

  “He’s a dumbass, but so are all men,” I slur back. Lord knows if she can understand me. Reaching over, I pick up the last slider that is now cold. Not really caring, I take a big bite out of it. I feel it hit my liquid-filled stomach and I know I’m going to feel this in the morning.

  “Not all. My old man is sexy as fuck. He does this thing with his tongue that makes my P-Town come so fast she gets shocked and it knocks me out.”

  I cover my face and look at her between my fingers. “P-Town?” I edge.

  “Yeah, you know, my pussy,” Kara says like she just explained that the sky is blue as she pulls her shorts away from her abdomen and shows me. I choke on my drink, spitting my Southern Comfort all over my chest and legs.

  Kara jumps up and licks my chest, yelling, “spillage”, just as the door opens and a determined Magnum walks in. His eyes go wide.

  “What the fuck?” he asks, cocking a very well-shaped eyebrow at us. I bite my lip to stop from laughing while Kara takes it in her stride. She knee-walks to the edge of the bed, pushing her tits out just for her man.

  “Well, see, baby, Jodie spilled her drink all over her and I couldn’t let it go to waste,” she slurs, and I can’t hold the giggle in anymore. Looking at me over her shoulder, she tries to wink but both her eyes blink.

  Oh fuck, we are shitfaced, and tomorrow will be hell.

  “You do not use that tongue on anyone but me, baby. You know that,” he tells her, gripping her waist and keeping her upright.

  “I know, and I like using my tongue on you, but it was thirsty.” She hiccups and Magnum chuckles. He picks her up bridal style and goes to leave the room, but Kara squeals, kicking her legs.

  “Noooooo, I want to sleep with the Jode-ster. Baby, please?” she whines, and I giggle again.

  Huffing, Magnum turns back toward the bed, laying Kara down next to me.

  “Sleep it off the pair of you. Prospect!” In a flash, one of the prospects is at the door.

  “Take all this shit out of here. They’ve had enough. Bring in some bottles of water and Tylenol,” Magnum explains and both Kara and I pout.

  “Yeah, Prez.” The prospect obeys.

  I have no clue how much times passes, but Kara and I snuggle down in the bed until water and pain pills are handed to us to take. We both listen to Magnum and let the alcohol take us into a spinning sleepy world.

  Twenty

  Opal

  I wake up with the worst headache in the history of hangovers and a raging pain in my ankle as memories from yesterday race through my mind. I groan.

  “Fucker,” I mutter before reaching out for Jodie, but I find her side of the bed cold and untouched. I frown, thinking of where she might be.

  Reaching over for my phone, I open it and blink a few times, trying to focus on the numbers on the screen. I see there’s a text from Risky, but I’ll read that later. It’s ten-thirty-seven. Fuck, no wonder Jodie is up already.

  There’s now a bandage around my ankle that I have no doubt Jodie put there. Stumbling out of my bed, ignoring the pain in my ankle, I manage to get to my bathroom and have a quick shower, knowing that my day is going to be filled with coffee and a shit load of groveling.

  The piping hot water cascades down my back, over my aching muscles, but it serves me right for drinking myself into a stupor and then trying to take on a smelly-ass Hulk wanna
be.

  Once I’ve washed the stale smell of the dive bar off me, I climb out and air dry as I look around my room. Something is missing. Slowly, my gaze spans over the room, and then it hits me: Jodie’s things are gone, so are Tucker’s.

  Shit.

  Opening a drawer, I pull out a clean pair of jeans and a light denim shirt, sans boxers. After pulling my socks and boots on, I grab my wallet, keys and phone before heading out of the room.

  Heading to the kitchen for a blacker than black coffee, I see Magnum, Rookie and Sarge already there, talking and eating breakfast leftovers from yesterday.

  “Morning,” I greet my brothers and walk over to the coffee machine. Once my mug is filled, I turn to face the boys and see that Rookie is glaring at me and Magnum is smirking at me.

  “Okay, what’s the good cop, bad cop routine you two have going on?” I nod at them.

  “If you were any other fucker, I would have smashed your fucking face in for the way you treated Jodie yesterday,” Rookie bitches, then goes back to drinking his coffee. I’m thrown by his words but recover quickly.

  “You got something you want to say to me, brother?” I egg him on, placing my mug on the countertop just in case this crazy fucking Irishman decides to throw a punch, because I have taken a punch from him before, and let me tell you, that left a mark.

  Getting to his feet, I track him as he takes his mug to the sink, washes it, and puts it on the draining board, something that Risky has made us do. Cleaning up after ourselves.

  He turns to look at me, stepping closer. “You have some making up to do, man. She is a pretty fucking cool chick and you made a fool out of her in front of her cunt ex and his club. Don’t you think that since you’re calling dibs, you should have her back in front of them and not attack? I’m out. I need to edit today over in the studio. If you need me, Prez, send a text.” With a chin lift to Magnum and Sarge, he steps past me, but I grab his arm, stopping him.

  “I know I fucked up, and I will make it right, but you will remember who the fuck you are talking to, brother. I’m the fucking VP of this club and you will give me respect, just like I give you. What happens between me and my old lady is just that; between us.” With that, I let him go. He gives me a small nod and leaves.

  “Where is she?” I ask Magnum as I step to the booth. Sighing, he climbs out and nods toward the door with a smirk on his face.

  “Brace yourself, brother,” he says, chuckling.

  What the hell am I bracing myself for?

  Did she sleep in a room with some other fucker and Prez thinks it’s funny, a teach me a lesson thing?

  We walk down the hall, past my room and the rooms of my brothers. The end door is closed, and Magnum looks at me, winking before he pushes the door open. He steps back for me to walk in first.

  My heart is racing with anger and fear of her being in bed with another man, but what I see has me wanting to take my phone out and take a photo of them.

  Jodie is flat on her back with an arm above her head and another around Risky, who is lying on top of her, clinging to her like a spider monkey. Their bare legs are tangled together like a human pretzel.

  “What the hell happened, man?” I ask, looking to a smirking Magnum who is leaning against the wall. Shaking his head, he pushes off the wall and steps over to the bed. He prods Risky’s shoulder, but she doesn’t budge. He does it again, and she groans this time but still doesn’t move.

  Magnum chuckles and winks at me before he brings his hand up and slams it down on Risky’s ass. Spanking her awake; I like it.

  I might have to try that when I get my woman back into my bed. That is, after she explains to me why the fuck she moved out of said room.

  We watch as both women spring up in bed. Risky sits up, pushing her hair out of her face, and scowls at Magnum.

  “Mothertrucker. What the fuck was that for?” she growls.

  “I suggest you cover up, baby, otherwise you’ll be getting more spankings,” Magnum says, nodding to her chest.

  It’s then I pull my gaze from Jodie and see that one of Risky’s tits are on full view as her top has ridden up. Snapping my gaze back to Jodie, I see her blinking away the sleep as the hangover kicks in.

  “Oh hell. I am never drinking again,” she whines, and Risky turns to look over her shoulder at her.

  “Oh babe, yes you will. We are best girls now; we will be drinking plenty,” Risky tells her, adjusting her top. Thank fuck. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a fucking stunner, but I don’t really want to be looking at Prez’s old lady’s tits. Plus, they don’t hold a candle to my woman’s tits.

  “Why are you not hungover?” Jodie asks Risky before flinging herself back down on the bed. I laugh and she shoots back up again. She finally registers that I’m in the room.

  We’re locked in a stare off, neither of us saying anything. I lick my lips as I break the stare and rake my eyes over her body. She looks sexy as fuck, all sleepy and in next to no clothing.

  “Oh no. Stop looking at me like that and licking your lips, Stefan Bryant. I’m pissed at you,” Jodie says, closing her eyes likes she’s trying to stop the world from spinning.

  “Baby, you need food in your belly and a hot shower. Then we need to talk,” I tell her, giving her a smile, but she shakes her head at me.

  “Oh, note to self: no more drinking with Kara-fucking-Lornes. How? Why?” Jodie says, circling her finger at Risky.

  “I never get hangovers. It’s a family thing,” Risky says, shrugging.

  “Bitch,” Jodie mutters, and Risky bursts out laughing before turning and lunging at Jodie.

  They both squeal as Risky lays kisses all over her face. Their legs tangle again, their arms firmly wrapped around each other. My cock goes rock hard in my jeans, and by the sound of Magnum groaning next to me, I’d say he’s feeling the same thing as me.

  “Kara, baby, I suggest you stop this shit, or me and my brother will be taking our women together.”

  That gets both women freezing and looking up at us. Risky is still half covering Jodie, their chests touching. Only the thin material of their tops separate them. Reaching down to adjust my dick, Jodie’s gaze drops to my crotch, and I smirk at her. She doesn’t look away.

  “Is that what you want, Joey?” Risky offers Magnum a wicked grin, and he nods.

  Jodie’s gaze leaves mine and bounces between Magnum and Risky. Her eyes widen a fraction when Magnum nods. I see surprise but lust also in her eyes.

  Fuck me, would she be up for me fucking her in the same bed as Prez and his old lady?

  My dick thickens in my jeans at the very thought of sinking into her again. The need to have her, to make sure that we’re okay, is overwhelming. She brings her gaze back to me and I wink at her.

  When I see her face flush, my grin widens, so I lick my lips to let my intention be known. Magnum steps forward and Risky climbs to her knees, her gaze locked on her old man, her chest heaving with desire for him.

  I watch as they wrap themselves around each other, kissing, tongues fighting for dominance. One of Magnum’s hands grips Risky ass, and the other cups her tit. That’s when I know I need to get my hands on Jodie.

  I walk over to the bed. Jodie looks up at me as she bites her bottom lip, and I groan. With one hand, I cup her jaw and lean down to take her mouth in a kiss. My tongue slides over hers and I can taste the stale alcohol from last night, but it drives me forward.

  Leaning forward further, I lay her down and cover her body with mine, though not giving her my full weight. Guiding my hand up her body, I cup her tit and squeeze. She moans into my mouth and we get lost in the kiss and the feel of each other.

  She feels amazing against me. Her lips are soft and warm, her breast is soft and fleshy and perfect for me. She’s warm and plush, still relaxed with sleep and the alcohol in her system. No woman has ever felt so right against me.

  All I think of when I think of Jodie, hell, and Tucker, is ‘home’.

  A yelp has us breaking the kiss and loo
king in the direction of Magnum and Risky. We just catch Magnum winking at us as he turns to walk out of the room with Risky over his shoulder, who smirks at me and smacks Magnum’s ass.

  Jodie catches me off guard with a strong push to the chest, and I topple off her with a laugh. She jumps to her feet, scowling at me with her hands on her hips. I lean up on my elbows and smile at her, which I know riles her up.

  “What’s wrong, babe?” I ask, giving her a grin.

  “What’s wrong? Are you seriously asking me that, Opal?” I give her a nod, no words, and she continues.

  “You think you can come in here, looking all handsome with that stupid sexy grin on your face, smelling freaking delicious, and hope you can just daze me with your body to make me forget the shit you pulled yesterday?”

  Fuck, she looks beautiful all flustered and angry. Our lives together will be wild. But her words make me pause and let everything sink in. We do need to talk things out before we go any further, not that she’ll have a choice. She is mine.

  Sitting up so I’m eye level with her toned stomach, I grip her hips, pulling her to me, so she’s standing between my legs. My thumb moves involuntary over the skin at her hips. Smooth and warm skin. It has my dick wanting out of my jeans and into her wet pussy.

  “You wet, baby? I can smell you,” I groan, leaning forward and making sure my nose meets the apex of her thighs, right where her pussy is calling to me.

  Her hands go to my head, holding me there for a second before she pulls me back, making me look up at her. Her eyes are softer, but I can see the worry coming through.

  Nodding, I lean in and kiss her stomach once before climbing to my feet.

  “We need to talk. Go and take a shower and I’ll check on Tuck and make you some breakfast. I want to show you something.”

  She waits a second before she agrees, but then she turns, going to her bag in the corner. I walk out of the room and go in the direction of the kids bunk room to check on Tucker like I said I would, then head to the kitchen where Nadia is cooking breakfast while Dezi sits in the kitchen booth.

  “Morning, Opal,” Nadia greets with a smile.