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I’m surprised at her words. We didn’t really discuss where we were headed and it’s only been a few dates, so I lean closer. “Us?” I ask for clarification.

She gives a nod. “On one condition.”

I smirk. “You’re giving me conditions?”

“I’ve been hurt way too much to get to this age and let it happen again. So, take me to the clubhouse.”

“Why?” I ask, frowning. One thing is for certain—I’d planned on keeping the two very separate.

“I want to see it for myself.”

“It’s an old factory with a bunch of bikers living together like a frat house. It’s nothing special, trust me.”

“Still, I need to see it for myself to understand it. You say these women hang around for sex, I need to see that.”

My frown deepens. “You want to watch the women having sex?”

She blushes, laughing. “No, of course not. I just have to picture this place for myself because what I’m imagining is terrible.”

I give a nod in understanding. It’s Sunday night, so the clubhouse will be quiet, and it’s probably the best time to take her. “Okay. I’m leaving here in an hour. You’re welcome to come back with me.”

I’d dropped Axel a text warning him I was bringing Danii back. I asked him to ensure the place wasn’t in chaos, so when we walk into a full-scale party, I feel like hunting him down to punch him.

Smoke is at the bar, and I slap him on the back. “What’s the celebration?” I ask, keeping our backs to Danii.

“Lexi started it,” he says with a shrug. “She doesn’t need an excuse lately.” I roll my eyes. I wouldn’t put it past her to have done it on purpose.

I hand Danii a vodka and Coke and down my double whiskey in one. Grabbing her hand, I lead her to the couches, pulling her onto my knee and trying to act as normal as possible, even though I’m nervous as fuck. This is most definitely gonna scare her off.

Her eyes scan the room in amazement. I forget how weird it must be for a newcomer to see all this. To us, it’s everyday life. “Is it like this all the time?” she asks.

I shrug. “Sometimes. Usually, it’s quiet in the week.”

She grins. “It’s crazy.” Her eyes fix on something and her mouth drops open. “Oh my god, that woman is practically naked,” she whispers, and I turn to see London dancing on the pool table in her underwear.

“There’s a lot of that,” I admit because I have no choice but to be honest. I wince before adding, “It often goes further.”

Her eyes widen. “Like sex?”

I nod. “Sometimes. The guys get carried away and it can start in this room. I’m only telling you in case it happens tonight.”

Her cheeks flush as she bites her lower lip. “Did you do that?” I briefly close my eyes before giving a quick nod. “Don’t you feel . . . exposed?”

I laugh. “Not usually, but it’s been a while since I did that shit.”

Heels click against the floor and I glance to where Fable is walking across the room. She’s dressed in a long, green lace jumpsuit. Underneath, she’s wearing underwear, but it’s all on show, and I clench my jaw in annoyance.

“Is it weird seeing a woman you’ve had sex with doing it with other men?”

Danii’s question pulls my attention back to her. “Not really,” I say, shrugging. “These are my brothers, and it’s just sex.”

“Would you share me?”

I almost choke. “No. Why would I share you?”

“Maybe that’s your thing?”

I pull her closer and inhale the scent of her fresh shampoo. “There are rules here. If we wanted to spend the rest of our life together, I’d announce it to the club and you’d be known as my old lady,” I tell her. “They become part of the club too, and none of the brothers can touch someone’s old lady.”

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