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  “Can I sit, please?” Dezi asks. Opal’s hand tightens on my ass under the blanket, telling me he’s here for me and this situation.

  “You can, but if you’re going to mouth off again and hurt my old lady, then no, Dez. We don’t want to hear anything you have to say,” Opal says calmly.

  I keep my eyes on this pretty woman who once warmed my man’s bed, and my stomach churns a little. But I have to remember that he had a past before me, and I can’t hold that against him.

  I am his future. He has made that clear on more than one occasion.

  “I promise I’m not here to cause trouble.” Her voice is soft and full of regret. “I’m sorry for what I said to you, Jodie. You didn’t deserve that at all. When I joined the Rugged Skulls as a Rugged Reg, I knew the deal. We’re just a group of women that want a good time with no strings. That’s why the club is perfect; none of them wanted to settle down. We come from all walks of life. Some of us just don’t want to think, just to feel, you know? I take the time away from my family because they’re a bit controlling when it comes to me and my life. It is what it is. I’ll get away from them one day.”

  “Thank you, Dezi. I will get over the fact that you have seen my man naked, but I believe there is no point in holding onto something you can’t control. We may not be best friends, but I think we can be friends. We can start slow,” I tell her, and her smile brightens.

  I feel Opal’s lips on my neck, and I watch as Dezi’s eyes zero in on the action. I wait for the nasty to come forward, but she just smiles at us.

  “I can see that he clearly loves you, and you him, from what I have seen. I truly think you two will go the full hog; marriage and a houseful of beautiful babies,” she says excitedly.

  “Maybe one day,” Opal says while keeping his head buried in my neck. I wink at Dezi and she smiles at me.

  The door to the main room bangs open and we all look over to see who just entered. I watch as Dezi’s body takes interest. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. Interesting.

  A rather tall man walks over to us, man-hugging some of the brothers as he closes the gap. He stays extra seconds with Edge before continuing his walk to us. I watch in fascination as his gaze stops on Dezi and a bad boy smirk slips across his face.

  He’s well over six feet with blond/gray colored hair. It’s shaved at the sides and longer on top and he has it styled. His look is finished off with a crazy sexy beard. Who the hell is this guy?

  “Two beautiful ladies. You’re holding out on me, man,” he jokes with Opal and chuckles, offering his hand up to shake.

  “Baby, this is River Logan. He owns Logan’s Rides with his father and sister, Synclare. River, this is my old lady, Jodie, and this is Dezi, a friend of the club.”

  “Nice to see you home and safe, Jodie,” River says, giving me a polite smile.

  I frown and look to Opal. He smiles at me and explains.

  “River was the one that spotted Omen and helped me and the club get you home, babe,” he tells me, and I swing my gaze over to River, before climbing off Opal’s lap and stepping over to hug him.

  I wrap my arms around his waist, and he holds me to him, his hand sliding up and down my back, soothing me.

  “Thank you so much for helping. How can I ever pay you back?” I say against his chest.

  “No problem. I’m happy to help the club when I can. I mean, they’ll be in the family soon, right?” I pull back and look up at him, and he winks.

  I smile and nod. He’s right especially if Edge has anything to say about that fact.

  “True, but I mean it, River. Anything?” I tell him as I take my seat back on Opal’s lap. His arms go around me; one around my waist with his hand resting on my hip and the other settling over my thighs, holding me in place.

  River gives me a cheeky smile as he sits in the seat on Opal’s side of the sofa. I see his gaze quickly track over to Dezi before it settles on me again. Our gazes are locked for a brief second, like he’s thinking of something to ask for.

  “Well, maybe you could convince this beautiful lady to have a drink with me.” He nods in Dezi’s direction, keeping the cheeky grin on his handsome face.

  I’m sure it must be a condition that to be around the club, you have to be ruggedly handsome. The club doesn’t have one unattractive guy here. No wonder women come to sleep with them. I mean, who wouldn’t?

  From what I’ve seen from the boys here, Magnum is completely in love with Risky. Slide, Rookie and Sarge are happy to bounce from one woman to the next. Slide more than the other two. He is the absolute epitome of a man-whore, but why wouldn’t he be? He’s young and a very good-looking man. He screams Hollywood actor. Rookie and Sarge are more selective. I haven’t seen Edge with anyone at all since coming here, but Risky and Opal have both told me that he’s holding out for River’s sister, Synclare.

  Slade has his man and woman. Lash has Sweets, and they are the sweetest couple. Even the prospects are handsome, young, and they will grow into their faces, as my grammy used to say.

  “You do know that I’m sitting right here, right?” Dezi’s voice snaps me back to the present. Opal chuckles next to me, burying his head in my neck. My skin prickles but I ignore the feeling for now because I want to see how it pans out between River and Dezi.

  Oh, watching these two together will be fun, but now I want alone time with my man.

  Twenty-Eight

  Opal

  Watching Jodie walk out of my bathroom, I take in the sight before me and my body starts to heat up and get hard. Tucker decided to go and stay with Jodie’s brother for the night, saying something about a new videogame that he needed to beat his uncle at.

  I’m sitting up in my bed, the gray sheet sitting low on my hips as I lean against the headboard. I decide to flick through Netflix to try and find something to watch. She’s looking sexy as hell, if I do say so myself, and she is all mine. I love that she doesn’t wear overly sexy lingerie to bed. She’s just herself, and that makes her even more sexy to me.

  While in the bathroom, she slipped into a pajama set with tiny yellow shorts covered in gray polka dots, with a gray cami with a yellow heart on that hugs her tits perfectly. Thank God for Risky going over to her house and packing a bag for her and Tucker.

  She is a life saver.

  I look up as she steps closer and rake my gaze over her body. I see her nipples pucker at the intense stare that passes between us. Licking my lips, I watch as she strolls over to the bed and slowly climbs in. My gaze drops to her chest. She’s giving me a full view of the girls, ready and ripe.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” I tell her, my voice deeper than it was earlier. I’m telling her the truth. She looks stunning; no makeup and looking the wholesome woman that I love.

  Abandoning the TV remote, I push down on my cock, which is now tenting the sheet at my waist. My need for this woman overpowers anything I have felt for anyone else before. On her hands and knees, she closes the gap between us and straddles my hips, my dick standing proud between us. He jerks, wanting inside her warm, wet pussy.

  “What do you want, baby?” I ask her, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder, then her collarbone. Her skin is soft and warm beneath my lips. I inhale her scent and lavender hits my senses.

  With her hands on my shoulders, she grinds down on my shaft, making him weep with pre-cum for her. The material of her shorts is so thin I can feel the heat from her sweet spot.

  My hands rest on her hips, gripping gently, almost guiding her over my shaft. She moans as the head of my cock hits her clit. My large hands slide up her sides, pushing the material of her cami up with it, until I whip it off her body. Returning my hands to her body, the skin to skin contact between us has her taking over my body, mind and soul.

  Cupping each of her breasts, I gently, ever so slowly and delicately, play with her nipples. They pucker harder and I tug on them, watching her body arch. I love how responsive she is to me.

  Leaving my hands on her chest, Jodie leans f
orward and kisses me. Delving my tongue into her mouth, I taste the juice she had before we came up here. I pinch harder on her nipples and she cries out from pleasure.

  Even in the small amount of time we’ve been together, I’ve gotten to know what her body wants and needs. I have the uncanny ability to read her body and her mind. Jodie pulls back and I stare into her amber eyes, losing myself in them. She pulls me in and holds my body, mind and soul hostage, but this is one hostage situation I don’t want rescuing from.

  Her eyes flash brighter, and her skin flushes red with a lustful blush.

  I smirk at her and she shakes her head.

  “You read my mind, right?” I quirk an eyebrow at her. I smile knowingly and nod. She gives me a mischievous smile before she moves.

  She shuffles down my body gently, slowly, making sure to take the sheet with her. With our gazes locked in place, I watch as she pulls her shorts off. My vision floods with desire, which sets her off. The heat emanating from her pussy hits my cock, making it twitch with impatience.

  My cock rests on my stomach hard and proud, waiting to be played with, to be sucked and licked by my woman. She takes hold of my dick, then leans forward and licks me from base to tip, before sucking the purple head into her delicious mouth.

  “Shit,” I hiss, my hips coming up off the bed, forcing my shaft deeper into her mouth.

  And damn it, she swallows me down, running her tongue over the shaft. As I come back up, she swirls her tongue around the tip, and my hips buck off the bed. Smiling up at me, I see the vixen come out as she pays attention to the head of my cock because she sees I like that.

  Way too fucking much.

  My balls start to tighten, my toes curl, and I know I have to stop her.

  “Baby, I’m going to come if you keep that up. I want to come inside of you.” Sliding her mouth up and down, she reaches down to cup my balls in her tiny hand, giving them a gentle squeeze.

  I hiss, pushing my head into the pillow under me.

  “Get up here,” I grind out. Reaching down, I pull her up my body. “Ride me.” I kiss her, and she moves.

  Shuffling up the bed, she moves so her pussy is directly over my mouth. Her scent hits my senses and my need for her goes into overdrive, but I want to savor her. Pulling her pussy closer, I gently kiss her bare pussy lips. My stubble running against her sensitive skin has her shuddering above me.

  “Opal, please,” she pleads, but I ignore her. Moving my head from side to side, I use my stubble to drive her crazy before I move to suck her clit into my mouth. Her breathing picks up the closer she comes to her orgasm, so I up the effort to make her come all over my face.

  Moving one of my hands around, I tweak her clit while burying my tongue into her wet hole. She gasps and her pussy floods, but I know she can give me more.

  “Give it to me, baby. Come all over my face,” I urge. Looking down at me, she nods, her eyes blazing with desire for me. I ignore the discoloring on her skin from the attack.

  I poke my tongue into her pussy and pinch her clit hard. The stiff nub vibrates between my fingers as she comes. In a flash, I’m drinking from her pussy as she squirts all over my face, and I fucking love it. Her scent will be in my short beard for hours after this. Her cries turn into whimpers as her climax fades, leaving her panting for breath.

  Smelling her on me long after we have finished will have my cock in a permanent state of hardness, but hell, it will be worth it.

  I look up at her and watch her tits move as she breathes heavily. The flush that I love so much has made its way down over her chest and onto her stomach. She looks like a piece of art, sitting on my chest, ripe and ready to go again.

  “Nothing looks better than you coming on my face, baby.” I drag my hand over my face, removing the excess juice. Not wanting to waste it, I reach up and rub my hand over her tits, spreading the liquid over her skin. She shivers and I smile.

  “I see you’re pretty pleased with yourself, handsome,” she says, her voice slightly hoarse from all the screaming she’d done.

  “I aim to please, babe. Now it’s my turn.” With a little nudge, Jodie knows what I want. She bends forward, kissing me until it’s me who is breathless.

  Going up onto her knees, she shuffles back until her dripping wet pussy is right over my cock. With no hesitation, Jodie slides down my shaft. The warm, wet feeling has my body aching for her, and the need to slam up into her is taking over.

  Once she’s fully seated on my cock, we both still, letting the overwhelming sensation take over. We both shudder. My gaze locks on hers and we sit for long seconds just letting things be in this moment.

  “Stop,” I growl when she clenches around my cock. One side of her mouth kicks up in a sexy smile and she starts to move.

  She rocks back and forth, slowly at first, but I know she wants it hard. I can see the need in her eyes. Our gazes stay locked as she picks up the pace. Back and forth, back and forth she moves.

  “Oh hell,” she moans, closing her eyes and letting the feelings take over.

  With my hands on her hips, Jodie leans forward, putting her hands on my chest to hold herself in place as she lifts her ass in the air before coming back down on my cock. She does this over and over again, and the feeling is phenomenal.

  We both moan and pant as she fucks me. She alternates between bouncing up and down on my cock and rocking and grinding on me. My hands wander over her body, feeling every inch of her, committing it to memory.

  “Oh God, so good. I’m going to come, but I need more,” Jodie cries out, and her hips start to falter as her pussy starts to clamp down on me. Oh, hell yes.

  “Come, baby, I’m right with you.” I get that familiar feeling of my balls pulling tight, and lightening shoots through my spine, up my cock, out the tip and straight into my woman.

  Jodie screams out my name as she comes. With repeated spasming of her muscles, my cock is being strangled, and he doesn’t have one single fucking complaint about it.

  “Fuck, yeah,” I bellow with her.

  The room becomes quiet except for our harsh breathing. Jodie is laying on top of me, her breasts smashed between us, and I can still feel her hard nipples pressing into my pecs. My dick is still inside of her, enjoying the feel of the warm silk that it’s wrapped up in.

  “That was…” she speaks, but then stops to suck in a breath. My arms go around her back, holding her tight to me.

  “Yeah, babe, it was,” I chuckle, kissing her shoulder. I shift us so we’re laying on our sides, still wrapped up in each other. My softened cock slips from her pussy, but I know he won’t stay soft for long, not with her pressed against me.

  We lay in silence for what feels like hours, and the feeling is nice. It feels like home. Even though I’ve had my club brothers, and my mom and sister, something always felt like it was missing, and after seeing Magnum with Risky, I knew what it was.

  Having Jodie and Tucker in my life makes me think that everything leading up to now didn’t mean as much as having them here with me. I won’t let them go. They are mine, as I’ve said, and I will keep saying that shit. They have managed to worm their way into my life and my heart. My mother and sister will have a field day when I tell them that not only did they gain Jodie, but Tucker also.

  “I love you, Stefan.”

  “I know, babe,” I reply and wait for her response. I live to rile her up.

  She goes up on her elbow, looking down at me with a small frown on her face. I reach up and smooth away the crinkling between her eyes. “What?”

  “I said I love you and your reply is, ‘I know, babe’?” she says in what I am assuming is her mom voice. I shrug and bring my head up to kiss her, but she backs off and I laugh at her reaction.

  “What?” she asks innocently, throwing my word back at me.

  “Funny. You know I love you, Jodie Simms. I’ve told you before that I love you. It’s not my fault that you don’t remember,” I joke with her.

  “When did you tell me?” she ask
s.

  Bringing a hand up, I cup her jaw, sliding my thumb over her bottom lip. Leaning close to her, I kiss her again before answering.

  “I will never get enough of kissing you, babe. I told you I loved you when we found you at the boathouse.”

  Silence passes between us.

  She’s drawing invisible patterns on my chest, her eyes cast down. I go to ask her if she’s okay, but my phone dings from the side table. I stretch over for it and see that Rookie has sent a Snatch-Chat. Shit.

  Before I get a chance to hide it from her, Jodie snatches the phone out of my hand and sits up. Fucking hell, kill me now.

  “What the fuck is this?” She turns to scowl at me over her shoulder.

  “It’s something the boys in the club do. It’s all above board, babe. It’s fine.” I shrug, but clearly that’s the wrong thing to say and do. She stumbles out of the bed and quickly gets dressed before leaving the room. Since when did she become Flash Gordon?

  “Rookie!” she yells. Fuck me sideways. I climb out of bed, listening to her scream his name while I throw on a pair of jeans and a tee. Barefoot, I run after her and find her in the main room, asking Risky if she knew about it.

  “What are ya yelling at, woman?” Rookie asks, stepping into the room, buttoning up his jeans. His cheeks are flushed which is a sign that Rookie has been fucking. The boys take the piss from time to time with him.

  “This.” Jodie shoves the phone in his face, and he frowns at her, then looks over to me.

  “Is she for real? Have you not explained this shit to her yet? We already had a telling off from Risky. I love your woman, brother, I do, but I’m a fucking man and I can shag when and who I want. And share that shit if I want.”

  “But why? This is degrading,” Jodie spits out.

  “No, it isn’t, baby. Every one of the girls know the photo is being taken and they know no one will know who they are. See, no face.” I point to the phone but her face scrunches up in disgust.