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“He’s got the hots for Adalee,” Smoke smirked, earning a glare from Pirate.
“If some of you fuckers would actually volunteer to do these interviews, I wouldn’t have to do them,” Pirate retorted defensively.
“They’re gonna call it The Pirate Show and not Treads,” Smoke teased, a grin spreading across his face.
Yarder shrugged. “I guess I don’t really care as long as I’m not the one on camera.”
I turned to look at Yarder, a teasing smile playing on my lips. “I don’t think you realize how much you are on camera,” I whispered teasingly.
Yarder furrowed his brow in confusion, glancing around the room until his eyes settled on the camera to his left. “Son of a bitch,” he growled under his breath. It was pointed directly at us.
I laid a hand on his cheek, my touch gentle. “They can’t help it; they want footage of the hottest guy in the club,” I whispered with a playful smirk.
Smoke leaned in, his voice low, “She’s lying to you.”
Yarder moved with lightning speed, punching Smoke in the stomach with surprising stealth. Smoke doubled over, wheezing as he struggled to catch his breath. “My god,” he gasped, his face flushed red.
“How did you do that?” I asked in amazement, unable to believe how quickly Yarder had reacted.
Yarder smirked, his gaze still fixed on Smoke. “Trade secret,” he replied cryptically.
As Yarder led us to the side, Pirate moved to check on Smoke, concern etched on his features. Adalee and the camera crew moved closer, trying to get a shot of Smoke doubled over.
I turned to Yarder, my curiosity piqued. “You think Pirate and Adalee are a thing?” I asked softly, watching as Pirate and Adalee interacted.
Pirate did seem to gravitate towards her, his attention focused solely on her. “It might be good for us,” Yarder mused, his eyes scanning the room.
I looked up at Yarder, a hint of concern in my voice. “You’re not thinking of using Pirate to distract Adalee and the camera crew, are you?” I questioned, remembering Yarder’s efforts to keep the club’s troubles hidden from prying eyes.
Yarder shrugged, his expression unreadable. “It wouldn’t hurt if those two hooked up, would it? We used Sloane and Aero getting married to distract them before. Pirate and Adalee can be the next distraction,” he explained, pulling me closer to him. “Two puppies and Pirate falling for the production assistant seems like the perfect recipe to distract the camera crew while I take care of Boone and Gibbs.”
His words served as a sobering reminder of the dangers that lurked just beyond the club’s walls. “I forgot about that for a second,” I admitted, feeling a shiver run down my spine at the thought of our enemies.
Yarder squeezed me tightly, his arms a reassuring presence around me. “That’s because I want you to forget about it, babe,” he murmured, his voice soft. “As far as you’re concerned, Boone and Gibbs are gone.”
I rolled my eyes, unable to completely shake off the sense of unease that lingered within me. “Sure,” I replied, my tone tinged with skepticism.
“You’ve had enough shit in your life to last a lifetime, babe,” Yarder continued, his voice laced with sincerity. “Just listen to me on this. Don’t worry about Boone and Gibbs.”
I melted into Yarder’s embrace, seeking comfort in his strength. As much as I wanted to believe him, the specter of danger loomed large in my mind, a constant reminder of the perils that surrounded us.
Chapter Eighteen
Yarder
The steam from the shower enveloped us, wrapping us in a cocoon of heat as Poppy’s soft skin pressed against mine. Her breath was hot against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I trailed kisses along her jawline, my hands roaming over her curves.
Moans of pleasure escaped her lips as I explored every inch of her body, my fingers tracing patterns along her skin as she arched against me, craving more. The water cascaded over us, amplifying the sensation of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
“Yarder,” she moaned, her voice filled with desire as I trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin with a hunger that matched her own.
I growled in response, the primal sound echoing in the small confines of the shower as I pressed her against the wall, my hands gripped her hips possessively as I claimed her as my own.
With each thrust, she cried out in ecstasy, her nails dug into my skin as she clung to me desperately, lost in the pleasure of our union. The sound of our lovemaking filled the air, drowning out everything as we surrendered to the passion that consumed us both.
Our cries mingled together in ecstasy; our bodies trembled with the intensity of our release. And then, in a moment of pure bliss, I felt myself surrendering to the overwhelming sensation; my climax crashed over me like a tidal wave as I poured myself into her.
Breathless and spent, we stood beneath the cascading water, our bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs. “God damn,” I sighed.
