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  Now I’m the one who is trying to keep a very angry biker in his seat.

  I’m thankful when Tracy’s voice verbally smacks the asswipe across the face. “That was uncalled for, Ronnie. Keep your judgmental insanity out of it and go wait in the damn truck.”

  Ronnie raises his upper lip in disgust, eyes Tracy for a few more breaths, and rises from his seat. He looks back and forth between us and his partner before he storms out of the restaurant. I feel some of the tension leave Xerox as I slide my hand up and down his leg.

  Tracy gives me a tight smile. “Sorry about that. And yes, we’re very aware of Nero. Needless to say, we have eyes on him at all times. In fact, that’s what led us to you.”

  “To me?” I ask in confusion. “You mean to my brothers, who he tries to pull into his dirty business?”

  “We noticed your brothers are involved, but Nero seems to treat them different. We have reason to believe it’s his second in command that pulls them in. But that’s another matter. He led us to you. At first we thought you were his girlfriend, but it soon became clear you weren’t. What worries us most is that he fell into a pattern that clearly displays stalker-like behavior, tracking your every move.”

  I feel Xerox peel my fingers off his leg.

  “Shit. Sorry,” I mutter, because I might have had a death grip on him.

  He laces his fingers with mine. “That sounds about right, we’ve known for a few days. Question is…what are you guys going to do about it? Keeping both Maci and her brothers safe that is.”

  Wait…what?

  Ripping my fingers away from his, I stand up to face Xerox fully and snap. “You knew?”

  I can’t believe he knew and didn’t tell me. I’m about to flip my shit when Xerox beats me to it. Flashing up, he’s invading my personal space in the next instant. His fingers wrap around my throat while his gaze connects with the agent sitting across us. “Look away, shut it, and stay in your fucking seat.”

  Both my hands are curled around his wrist, digging my nails in, trying to tear his grip away from my neck. He leans in close, his nose almost touching mine. Fury is flowing through me, I see it mirrored in his eyes. I’m about to sink my teeth into his nose. Somehow this feels like a betrayal, although it might be anger and disgust from becoming aware Nero has been following me.

  “Not the time or place,” Xerox growls, quickly rearing his head back to avoid my teeth.

  His hand disappears from my throat as he tries to catch my fists that I’m now trying to connect with his jaw. Yes, I’m fighting him in a fucking restaurant. Or trying to at least, except I can’t even manage to get a single punch in. He’s got both my arms pinned behind my back.

  He clicks his tongue in dismay while he slowly shakes his head. “Don’t fucking dare go full force over a piece of information I didn’t get a chance to discuss with you yet. We’re gonna put a pause in this discussion and hash it out the second we’re home. As for right now,” he leans in close to my ear, his voice barely a whisper, “there are no kids around, only adults. Three people at a table on the right, four sitting two tables away. Fuck them and the agent sitting at our table, because if you keep this up…I will bend you over this table and spank some sense into that tight ass of yours. You, little hot head, make my blood pump harder. It’s a one-way stream to my dick when your mouth and fists start flying. You’d best remember that when you have another one of your outbursts.”

  Great. How does he do that? I was so angry at him and here he goes, wrapping me in his scent while holding me tight and telling me these things, clearly voicing an image to visualize inside my brain to distract me. He makes me all hot and desired by him. My chest is heaving and my heartbeat has gone haywire.

  A few breaths ago, fury was the driving force behind it. Now? It’s the seed of desire that’s taken root, growing full force into a yearning that can only be harvested by the man who put it there. Xerox. I want him. No. I need him. Right this second. I hear someone clear their throat behind us. Shit. I can’t believe I’m picturing him bending me over this table and…

  “Okay. Later,” I growl, anger back full force.

  Yet again I can’t pinpoint the source of my anger. Is it about him reacting this way? About Nero, that asshole disrupting my life? Or at myself, the way I handle things…or better yet…how I can’t seem to handle my own freaking body when Xerox is around?

  With a smirk on his face, he nods. “Later. But first…taste the fire you light up, ‘cause that’s only meant for you,” Xerox says, before his mouth covers mine in a kiss that’s filled with promise. And too damn short to fully enjoy his mouth.

  He guides me back in the booth we were occupying and slides in next to me. Xerox’s arm is around my waist and his finger sneaks underneath my shirt and gently moves back and forth feathering over my skin, soothing my agitation about this whole situation.

  “We’re ready to continue,” Xerox tells the agent, Tracy, who’s got her eyes glued on her phone.

  She lays it down on the table and connects her gaze with mine. “Your man cares about you.” The corner of her mouth twitches in amusement. “You might not want to fight him all that much.”

  I release a deep sigh and reluctantly nod at her statement. “Yeah, well…he claimed me only a few hours ago. So…”

  “Wow. Just a few hours and already so intense? Where can I get me one of those?” Tracy chuckles. “Never mind, I’ve got no place in my life for a man right now.”

  “Definitely not if you’re surrounded by idiots like the one you just told to wait in the truck,” I tell her.

  Now she laughs out loud. “Yes. That’s it exactly. Wieners, without swag. Boring as hell. Ugh, sorry…I’m complaining about things I should…”

  I reach out and tap her hand. “I embrace the switch of topic. Feel free to drop by my house…”

  Shit.

  Xerox chuckles. “My woman means, feel free to drop by the compound. I’ve got enough brothers without an Old Lady to spice up some…”

  I slap my hand against Xerox’s chest. “Shut up already, we need her to feel welcome. Don’t treat her like one of those…”

  Dammit. I can’t finish my sentence and it seems none of us at this table are able to because Tracy’s iPhone gives a buzz. She touches the screen and turns her eyes on me. “Thank you. Now, to get back to the invitation concerning your house…I was informed about a shooting.”

  Nodding, I explain my experience with the situation by giving only the headlines. “Nero showed up at my doorstep. I heard a knock on the door and didn’t bother to look through the peephole. Xerox came up behind me when I opened the door. We had some words and I closed the door in his face. Then Xerox and I were talking for a moment and bullets start flying.”

  “A few of my brothers showed up a little later and appeared to have chased them away. Them meaning Nero and his guys, obviously,” Xerox adds.

  “No, not Nero.” Tracy shakes her head. “We had confirmation he paid a short visit to her house but didn’t get further than the porch, then he left but drove around and returned an hour later. That’s when he went a little crazy.”

  “Explain crazy,” Xerox bites out.

  “He walked up to the house and we’re guessing that’s when he saw the bullet holes. He got on the phone and started yelling, pacing up and down, pointing at the house. Then he got in his truck and drove away.”

  “So glad you guys tailed him, not the crazy person who came to my house when Nero left,” I mutter.

  “Like I said, we have reason to believe it’s his second in command who doesn’t agree with the way Nero’s obsessed with you.” Tracy softens her voice but the words hit me hard.

  “Maybe you should put a trail on his ass too, you know…for the sake of my safety and all.” I can’t help but snap out those words.

  “I already made sure of that before I stepped foot in this restaurant…” Before Tracy can continue, her phone starts to ring.

  She holds up a finger and takes the call,
clearly listening to the person talking on the other line. Her eyes connect with mine for a moment before she directs them toward the door of the restaurant.

  Xerox’s thumb is still stroking my skin underneath my shirt. “Relax, darlin’. We got this. We’re all looking out for you and your brothers.”

  “Sorry. I’ve got to go.” Tracy stands up and reaches over to shake my hand. “If something comes up, I’ll contact you, and be sure to give me a call when you need me.” Tracy takes a card out of her blazer and hands it to me.

  “Thank you, I appreciate it,” I tell her, meaning every word.

  “Here.” Xerox hands Tracy a piece of paper. “That’s got three cell numbers on there, if something’s up, call one of those numbers. Oh…and feel free to drop by the compound.” Xerox winks.

  Tracy chuckles and shakes her head before she connects her gaze with me once more. “Don’t make it so hard on him, he means well.”

  “Damn sure she’s making it hard,” Xerox mutters.

  “And that would be my cue to leave.” Tracy smiles as she walks out of the restaurant.

  I smack Xerox across the chest.

  “What?” he asks in shock.

  “Damn sure she’s making it hard,” I mimic his voice. “Real mature, baboon, real mature. Get that thick head of yours out of the gutter.”

  “Thick head, huh?” He bursts out in laughter before he drags me out of the booth and smacks my ass. “Come on, Captain Cookie, we’re hitting the gym back at the clubhouse...you and I have some unfinished business.”

  I glare at the baboon in return, acting furious, while on the inside my whole body lights up at the thought of the unfinished business. I hope the workout involves a thick head and something hard. Dammit, seems Xerox isn’t the only one with the head in the gutter.

  Chapter Five

  ***Xerox***

  “Pay attention.” I can’t help but bite out my words.

  Maci rolls her eyes and raises her fists at head level again. Dammit. I might as well take my own damn advice. Why the fuck did I suggest we should work out simultaneously? Tits pushed together tight in a spandex bra that’s…hell…it’s just a scrap of fabric keeping them together. The fucking hot pants are tight enough I can lip-read.

  Pain slices through my head and my jaw throbs. My ass hits the fucking floor and yet I’m enthralled by the sexy giggles that flow through the air. I try to shoot her a glare but fail drastically when a bark of laughter slips from my mouth. She holds out her glove covered hand. Accepting, I push off the floor as Maci pulls me up.

  “I think we’re done for today. Next time…” She’s got a bright smile on her face.

  I cut straight through her sentence, because she needs to be aware. “Next time you’ll be wearing loose sweats and a damn shirt,” I grumble as I tear off my gloves.

  Maci shakes her head. “Nope, not happening. I always work out in this because I get hot as hell when…”

  “Darlin’...you're hot as hell every moment of the day, no matter what you're wearing. But being able to lip-read because of those tight as shit pants is too much of a distraction,” I state.

  She rolls her eyes again, muttering how crude my mouth is as she walks to the door. We’ve been sparring ever since we got back from the restaurant, both now drenched in sweat and panting. Somehow this feels like foreplay; hard, sensual, predetermined, explosive, and aiming for release.

  I grab my shirt off the floor and follow my woman out. Before she can take one step in the hallway, I’ve got my shirt over her head while she struggles to put her arms through the holes.

  “What the hell? Again?” she bites out when her head appears.

  I hold her gaze for a moment, to be sure I have her attention. “My woman, the Prez’s Old Lady, will not be walking around half naked.”

  Maci steps closer to me as she throws her shoulders back, ready to stand up for herself, when Maud strolls down the hall. “Hey, Maci. Didn’t know you guys were down here.”

  Maud, Corban’s Old Lady, and also a friend of Maci’s, ping pongs her glance back and forth before she releases a deep sigh.

  Putting her hands on her hips, Maud asks, “Okay, what’s going on with you two?”

  I’m about to growl, nothing, when Maci turns to Maud while jabbing a finger against my chest.

  “This idiot here think’s my way of dressing is a suggestion for people to lip-read. Therefore, I can’t walk around wearing my workout clothes.” Maci raises her chin in defiance.

  “What are you….lip-read? What does that have to do with…oh. Damn. That’s just…really, Xerox?” Maud shakes her head. “Nasty choice of words there, Prez.”

  Maci smiles smug, as if she’s won some kind of fucking contest between us.

  “As for you, Maci…clearly your man doesn’t want you showing off what’s his. Corban is the same way with me. You should really…” Maud shuts her lips when her eyes land on Maci.

  “Right,” Maud states and throws her hands up. “Your choice. But don’t start to complain when he hauls you into a room and…” Maud’s eyebrows go up and her mouth shuts down mid-sentence yet again. A grin slides in place before she spins around and starts to walk in the direction she came from. “Carry on,” she calls over her shoulder as she disappears around the corner.

  Something about all of it clicks in my mind. The last time Maci was dressed like this, I remember she also ended up with my shirt covering her. I take a step forward and back her up against the wall.

  Leaning in, I feel the palms of her hands against my pecs as I nip her earlobe. “My woman gets what she needs when I think she needs it. And let me tell you that I have no boundaries when it comes to you. You’re the only woman walking this earth that has this effect on me. And although I want to bury myself to the hilt between your thighs as if our lives depended on it…I’m not ready to surrender myself to that kind of heaven. Because I plan to go to hell first, learning to embrace the heat of the flames we’re both creating.” My hand slides between our bodies, where I cover her cunt. “Are you ready to burn for me yet, darlin’?”

  Her breathing picks up and she’s squirming in my hand. I feather my lips across her neck, my teeth gracing her jaw as I find my way to her mouth, hovering over it while our breath mingles.

  “Please…” she begs me as she starts to tremble.

  Fuck. Her voice is pleading, asking me. While at every turn, she’s the strong one that never asks or reaches out. This woman completely consumes me. I might appear to be in control on the outside, but the reality is…I would do anything for her without a single hesitation.

  “What’s that, gorgeous?” I pierce her with my gaze, demanding she clarifies exactly what she’s begging for.

  A growl of frustration leaves her lustful lips. “I need it…”

  “Need what? This?” I increase the pressure of my hand that’s placed firmly between her legs. “Or this?” Releasing, I only place two fingertips on her clit piercing that’s putting pressure on her bundle of nerves, making circles ever so slowly. The scrap of fabric that’s covering her cunt is the only thing preventing my fingers from sliding down and sinking deep.

  “X, please…” she begs again.

  My dick is throbbing in the same rapid pulse as the breaths that leave her mouth. “Give me the words, darlin’.” My other hand sneaks underneath my shirt she’s wearing and wraps around her firm breast.

  I give it a gentle squeeze before my fingers find her nipple and pinch it. She gasps before cursing underneath her breath.

  “Make. Me. Come. Now.” Maci’s nails trail over my shoulders and neck before she grips my hair on the top of my head and pull me forward.

  She bites my lip, demanding entrance. I growl as I increase the pressure and tighten the circles on her clit. Her tongue possesses my mouth as I claim the orgasm that rips through her body.

  “Fuck. I need the last two minutes on a time loop,” I mutter while placing both hands on the wall beside Maci’s head.

  With our
foreheads touching, my vision is locked on her chest that’s still rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. I can feel her touch flowing down from my head, along my neck, down my nipple, heading for my dick. I try to snatch her wrist before she makes contact, but clearly I fail when her delicate fingers surround my junk.

  My breathing comes to a complete halt while I mentally struggle to hold back my orgasm. Fuck. One damn touch and I’m ready to blow a nut. My legs get ready to step away as the sexiest moan slips over her lips. Shit. I thought she already let me hear the tunes her body releases from sheer pleasure, but holy fucking hell…this clearly sounds like pure longing.

  Instead of backing up, I inch forward. “Do it again, darlin’. Let me hear how bad you want me.”

  Aw, hell. The exact same sound echoes in my ears. I have to swallow due to the dizziness swirling in my head. I need to give it a little shake to clear the thought of fucking her hard right here, and straight through this goddamned wall.

  Suddenly a screeching sound pierces through the air. A noise that definitely belongs in a horror movie. No…more like someone is grabbing a monkey by its tail and swinging it around. Yeah, that’s a much better visual for the sound that’s filling up every inch of space around us.

  We both stop and run toward the main room of the clubhouse, where the noise is coming from. The vision before us is absolutely one I never thought I’d run into.

  A hos eyes are pinned on Maximus’ hand while she’s holding her own head, shaking it in horror. Max is staring at his finger, his own brothers standing there, watching. Just as Quill, Beecher, Ryland, and some of the others are. No one is doing anything else but watching Max’s finger. Well, except for the ho, who’s clearly freaked out.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Maci grumbles while she steps forward and smacks the ho across the face. “Snap out of it,” she bites out.

  The ho shuts her mouth mid screech.

  Maci reaches out and places her palm on the cheek she just hit. “You okay, hun?” Her voice is soft.