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  No response. I hadn't figured out the nitty-gritty yet, but I was going to.

  I waited another minute in silence. When nobody else popped up with questions, comments, or smart ass remarks, I slammed both fists on the table.

  “Church adjourned. Now, go out there and help get this place back in order. We're gonna keep to ourselves and stay the fuck away from the Grizzlies while we wait for our support. And then we'll hit those fucks so hard we blow their hair back. Understood?”

  “You got it, Prez,” Hypno said, speaking for everybody.

  “Fucking outrageous, Maverick! You weren't supposed to engage those assholes unless it was completely necessary.” Throttle shouted so loud his voice distorted through my phone.

  “That's what you're not getting, brother. It absolutely fucking was.” I shook the shitty burner phone once.

  Silence.

  “They were definitely scoping us out. Probably looking for weak points, girls to take hostage, or just shit to stir up and give our new strip club a bad name. My guy fucked up bashing heads before pumping our guest for info. But cracking his skull was totally justified, and you know it.”

  Another pause, and then Throttle spoke, this time more calmly. “I don't know shit about what's going on out there. Fuck up or not, I'm not gonna let a whole charter get massacred on my watch.”

  “Then you're cool with the backup?”

  “I didn't say that. I said I'd send men and guns out there, yeah, but I'm definitely not fucking cool until I see what's going on myself. You can expect us on Friday. Be ready.”

  “Throttle?” I shook the phone again, hoping the disposable POS hadn't dropped the call.

  It had ended, almost certainly on his terms. Whatever, the dead tone in his voice told me all I needed to know.

  Fuck. I wanted help from mother charter, not the head honcho looking over my shoulder.

  Everything has a fucking price.

  I closed the phone and threw it on my little desk. I reached for the folder in front of me, kicked back in my chair, and paged through the stack.

  The numbers from Pink Unlimited's first couple weeks were looking good.

  This county had been too damned dry on pussy and fun for a long time. Even the fight with the Grizzlies hadn't stopped people from returning.

  I ran my finger down one page carefully, doing numbers in my head. It all added up perfectly. Told me June hadn't lost focus and started any bad habits. She signed off on the papers shortly after she'd been threatened and touched by the piece of shit who visited our club.

  Thinking about Vulture made me want to snap his scrawny neck with my bare hands. I still hadn't seen her since the standoff.

  That was going to change tonight. I wouldn't talk club business with her or make promises I couldn't keep.

  But I intended to make damned sure she knew I had her back, her heart, her sweet body, and I wasn't gonna fucking let it go for anything.

  I walked out of my cramped office near midnight and slammed the door. Walked past Hypno, Shatter, and Tank defusing from a long day with whiskey at the bar. Blaze was in a booth near the back with some brunette from town, sliding his hand up her thigh and cooing in her ear.

  I fought the urge to walk over and ask why he wasn't out scouting supply routes for the new drug runs like he promised, but I wasn't in the mood for a bullshit story.

  No matter what came out of his mouth, the real reason was on his lap, tipsy and giggly as ever.

  Fucking hypocrite. And he has the balls to get on my ass about shrugging duty over pussy...

  Throwing myself on my bike, I revved up the engine and grabbed the handlebars.

  The rumble of my Harley's engine had always been a comfort. Its sweet, one of a kind music never failed to tame the beast within, no matter how rabid.

  Nothing but raw power wedged between a man's legs. Merciless, non-judgmental, and a warning to any weaker boys that they better stay out of your fucking way.

  I roared down the cool mountain roads toward Python.

  Ten minutes later, I went in through the strip club's backdoor. Behind the curtain, the show was on, with two or three girls shaking their moneymakers to jeering crowds.

  June sat by herself at a little desk she'd set up in her old cubicle. I smiled, happier than ever I'd taken her pretty ass off the dance floor.

  It was painful enough seeing other guys eating up her body with their hungry eyes when I barely knew her. Now?

  I'd fucking put anyone else who saw her naked through the roof, and then stuff their balls down their throat.

  “You've stayed out plenty long tonight, babe.” I settled a stiff hand on her shoulder, gently massaging her. “Tip sheets and receipts can wait 'til morning.”

  She looked up, and I saw surprise mingling with the usual sadness in her eyes.

  Fuck, not again. Just when I'd been making some progress washing the darkness from her soul, the fuck who got close to her had brought it back, slapping a new coat of melancholy over my hard work.

  “I really should finish these up, Maverick...”

  “It's Aaron tonight.”

  She blinked and pursed her lips. Didn't blame her one bit.

  That's right, babe. Tonight's about me and you. Fuck the club business, and running this place too.

  “What the hell's gotten into you?” she whispered, glancing around anxiously. Probably didn't want the two girls a few feet away dolling themselves up for the next show to overhear.

  “This.”

  I wasn't playing around anymore. I swooped low, picking her up. Her little hands slapped playfully on my back, and then I had her in my arms, hauling her out to my bike.

  The strippers laughed as we walked past. I shot them a look to keep their ruby red lips shut, and they complied.

  Funny irony, I thought, carrying June out the back entrance. I've seen that look in a woman's eyes a thousand times.

  Fear. Jealousy. Obedience.

  She doesn't realize she fascinates me because I can't read her. June Daniels is a big fucking mystery for me to crack, and I'm gonna rock her until something breaks open.

  She wasn't fighting me anymore as I settled her on my bike. It was a cold night, even with the spring days getting longer.

  I helped her bind her hands around my waist and we took off. The ride was like a sweet repeat of the first one I'd given her on these dark roads, the night I'd put an end to her defiance and turned her into a lover – my lover, my woman.

  That's one re-run I wasn't fucking tired of watching – and feeling. Having her hands and thighs coiled snug around me was a special pleasure I wouldn't ever get sick of.

  She didn't just ride bitch on my bike's backseat. She rode with me, more like an equal because she knew how to stand her ground.

  Mine.

  If I wanted a whore to throw herself at me, I could've found at least ten back at the strip club. Right now, the only woman I'd ever want was pressed tight on my bike as we rocketed down the road, and nothing was gonna change that.

  Not the Grizzlies. Not my MC. Not even her.

  “What is it, babe? Talk to me.” I stroked the side of her face.

  We lay in my bed, my cock straining in my jeans as I spooned her plump ass. Took a lot to ignore the greedy bastard, but I knew something wasn't right.

  “Him.”

  I bit down, grinding my jaw. We both knew who she was talking about – a ruthless asshole who didn't deserve to occupy a single cell in her brain.

  “Fuck him,” I repeated, venom in my voice. “Give me a few more weeks. If Vulture and his men aren't deep in their graves by summer, then I'll be there myself.”

  She turned, worry lining her eyes. “That's what I'm afraid of. This seems reckless. I can't ask you to put yourself in danger – let alone the whole club – all because of what happened to me.”

  “You're not. The bastards in Missoula need to go for more reasons than your personal vengeance.” I lowered my face, nuzzling hers with my stubble and breathing her
sweet scent.

  Fuck, she smelled good. Like lilac or lavender, if those things made a person horny as hell instead of putting them to sleep.

  “You can't just go charging in, Aaron,” she said sharply. I stiffened when she used my real name. “Please. They're brutal. They won't take any prisoners. I don't think I'll be able to live with myself if I get more people killed.”

  “You won't. Love you, babe, but I'm not talking club business. All I can tell you is the only people dying are gonna be Grizzlies. Well deserved too.”

  I squeezed her. She turned away, tears and rage brimming in her eyes.

  Damn it, this wasn't the way I wanted things tonight. The more we talked about the fucks up north, the more it brought her bad memories, pulling them down like a dark curtain.

  Pushing one hand through her hair, I brought it down her shoulders, drawing my fingertips across her soft skin. She shivered.

  “I want you to get one thing straight: I'm claiming you, June. When a member of this MC takes an old lady, it means she's part of this club, the same as my brothers and I. If anyone fucks with her, they fuck with us. If they think they can get away fucking with a club asset and a President's old lady, then they better hope they're right with God because there's no going back. None.”

  “I don't know.” Her words were full of doubt, but hope rang in her voice.

  I kissed her. Hard. Claiming her sweet mouth, tasting her warmth, her essence.

  “I don't know the first thing about being an old lady...it's scary,” she said.

  “Bullshit.” I smiled as she blinked in surprise. “You've been through hell, June, and maybe that's why I've decided you're fucking perfect for me. You're not afraid of this life. Not afraid of me.”

  I squeezed her thigh, rounding to her plush ass with the same pressure. She jerked against me, gasping, her skin's temperature rising.

  “That's right, babe. Let me feel that fucking fire. Give it all to me, and I'll keep it safe. Won't let it flame out.”

  She kissed me back this time. My tongue went wild, instantly plunging into her mouth, claiming her tongue and stroking the warm velvet behind her lips.

  I kissed the way I intended to fuck her. My cock twitched, angry and ready.

  My hands drew off her and started to fiddle with my jeans. But I stopped, glancing down when I felt her little hands on mine.

  “Let me,” she whispered, breaking the kiss.

  I lay flat on the bed, almost in disbelief as she got up and crawled toward my lap. Everything beneath my waist turned to pure fire when she popped my button, undid my zipper, and yanked my jeans down.

  A second later, my cock was in her hand, hard and dripping pre-come on her skin. She shot me a look with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, the kind of look a whore hones to perfection.

  But no stripper, whore, or biker bitch I'd ever fucked looked at me with love in their eyes too.

  She rolled my seething tip in her fingers, spreading the pearly slickness down my length. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and squeezed, and I jerked as my balls instantly puckered.

  Fuck.

  “Fuck!”

  I thought it. I said it. I even fucking felt it right down to my very being as she lowered her sweet lips and took me into her mouth.

  I'd been waiting to have her mouth on my cock for weeks. Now, I'd gotten my filthy wish, but I never imagined in a million years she'd suck and lick like she did.

  June's lips tightened over my skin. She sucked me deep, forcing herself as low as she could go, cupping my balls with one palm and giving them a gentle pressure that only added to my wicked fire.

  She looked right at me when she sank down again, burying me in her slick, beautiful warmth. My hand went for her head. I laced my fingers through her hair and sighed fucking deep.

  “God damn! Where'd you learn to suck cock like that, babe?” Her tongue flicked up around my crown and I almost unloaded in her mouth. “Fuck me! I don't give a shit. Just. Keep. Doing it.”

  She took orders like a champ. Her tongue darted around me again and again, toying with my flesh, but also worshiping it.

  My balls tightened up in her hand, getting ready to blow. June sucked like she sensed it coming, making her strokes shallower, hotter, wetter, and tonguing me in the same irresistible place.

  Fuck! That one nasty word echoed in my head a dozen times.

  My hips bucked at her mouth, making the bed rock beneath us. My eyes were nearly pinched shut when she shot me another big, doe-eyed plea with her bright eyes.

  Do it.

  And I did. I let go, grunting like a beast as seed ripped up my shaft, exploding at the tip in blinding hot jets shot past her lips.

  I filled her pretty mouth with my come, growling and thrusting along her tongue the whole time. She didn't even flinch as she loosened up and swallowed it all.

  A small trickle escaped the corner of her mouth and spilled back onto me. I watched in awe as my spasms waned. She dove, licking up my shaft, cleaning my cock like a total addict.

  “Come here,” I growled, yanking her tight to my chest when my boner went soft.

  “I'm gonna repeat myself. Where'd you learn to do that?”

  She shrugged and smiled mysteriously. “Yours is only the third one I've sucked in my life. Guess when you're around whores and strippers for years, you see and hear a lot of things.”

  I gave her a quick smack on the ass. She jumped.

  Feeling her tits smashed against my chest was getting me hard again already.

  “That's for keeping secrets. Even good ones. You're gonna tell me everything when you're my old lady. The good, the bad, the ugly, and yeah – the sexy too.”

  My hand was slowly traveling down her curves as I spoke. I pushed my fingers down her pants and cupped her mound, giving it a good squeeze.

  Shit, she was wet, swollen, and hot.

  All for me. My cock stiffened between us like it hadn't shot off at all tonight.

  “You mean I don't get any privacy?” she asked me with a smile, but I knew she was halfway serious.

  “Only in your own head, babe. Trust me – it's gonna be a bear for me too. I've spent my whole life on the outskirts, building fences to keep things safe from my brothers, my enemies, my own brother and sister...”

  “Sister? You've never mentioned one before.”

  I hadn't called Aimee for more than a month. Not since I got out West, into the eye of the storm. Long as she was off the shit that had nearly fucked her over in our dusty little hometown, everything was cool.

  “Half sister to Blaze and I, really. You'll meet her someday.” Crazy alarms rang in my head. I hadn't ever thought about introducing a girl to my family. “There. One less secret on my end.”

  She smiled. “I'm starting to like this game.”

  “No game, June. Seeing how fast and hard you can ride my cock, on the other hand...”

  She squealed and laughed as I held her down. My fingers pushed inside her. I fingered her fast and hard until neither of us could take it anymore.

  Then I helped her to straddle me. She worked off her top and bra as I went for her pants. Practically tore the lacy new knickers she'd bought to shreds in my crazy fucking haste.

  My cock stood up like a rail. I grunted, feeling steam pouring off my skin as she opened, carefully lowering herself onto the thick pillar jutting out between my legs.

  Enveloped in her wetness, I went wild.

  We fucked hard, gradually upping our rhythm, kindling fire between us. I reached up, grabbed her breasts, stroking her nipples soft between my fingers.

  June looked sexy as hell when she threw her head back. The room was a little stuffy with the volatile springtime air. I watched beads of sweat roll down her tits and onto her stomach, wishing I could bend and trail each one with my tongue.

  There'd be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I wanted my baby girl to come her brains out rocking on me while I filled her empty heat with mine.

  She moaned a little l
ouder each time she fucked, breathing and rolling her eyes. But I sensed her holding back, still drifting on shitty thoughts.

  My hands found her ass. I held her against me, the better to thrust up into her. One palm darted out and smacked her.

  June squealed and looked at me. “Harder, babe. I want you to come without worrying about anything except your orgasm. Come harder for me.”

  She started bucking again. I slammed into her, alternating between squeezing and spanking her lovely ass, heightening our passion with little surprises she couldn't ignore.

  When the wood and springs knocking around beneath us were louder than her muffled screams, I knew I'd done my job.

  “Come, baby. Grind your clit on this cock 'til you can't see anything but red.”

  My fingers meshed harder into her ass cheeks. I pulled her in, fucking the whole time, rubbing my pubic shield against her sweet cunt creaming all over my cock.

  Her contractions started slow, and then exploded in raging waves.

  I grinned, happy she'd finally let go. I pushed her deeper into the pleasure, throwing my hips up into hers, fucking like a demon. June screamed so loud I'm sure it echoed through the clubhouse, and I didn't give a fuck.

  I wouldn't have stopped power fucking her if all my brothers heard every whimper, every breathless howl. Especially if they heard it, listening to the shrill sounds of a woman they'd never have because she was mine now.

  “Holy fucking shit. Here we go!”

  Growling, I spiked up into her. My balls tightened and ripped lose, sending their contents blasting out of my cock.

  I held onto her ass so hard it hurt. I came deep, raking her pussy like I owned it, fucking through our spasms until our muscles were completely fucking drained.

  June's soft hair grazing my chest woke me from my stupor. I looked down and saw her collapsed against me, spent and breathing in badly needed air.

  “You see that, babe?”

  “Hm?”

  “I know how to wipe away the bad shit. I'll work your sweet mind just like I work your body,” I said, giving her full ass one more squeeze. Damn, I loved that ass.

  “It's all but official. You're mine, June. Property of Maverick.”