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I stare heavenward, but place the blade on the cutting board.

She purses her lips. “Thank you. So, a few nights ago I was in my room with Gray,” she whispers his name like he’s going to pop out from the corner and yell, ‘Boo.’ “We were, you know.” She makes a motion with her fist, putting it up next to her mouth, doing a blowjob gesture.

“I’m not sure I want to hear this.”

“Trust me. I don’t really want to be telling you any of this, but it’s pertinent to the story. Anyway, I was doing my thing when he called me Low.”

My eyes go wide. “He did what?”

“That’s what I’m saying. No offense, but when I’m doing anything with a man, the last thing I want is to be called another girl’s name and be a stand-in.”

“Maybe he said slow?”

“No, he definitely was thinking about you. He also called me pipsqueak, and we all know there’s only one person he calls that.Do with that what you will. I told him to keep out of my room, but I swore I wouldn’t say anything. So please keep this between us.”

I nod. She must be mistaken. Was this after we had our encounter in the woods?

Could Gray have been thinking about me when he was with her? The thought is ludicrous. And yet, I wonder. When he saw her, he ran out of here like the room was on fire.

He called her pipsqueak.

My belly gets all warm.

Gray was thinking about me.

Chapter Four

I watch Willow as she stares at the newcomers. The Original Bastards MC of Charleston, West Virginia arrived earlier today. They’ve also got Creed with them. He's from a different club, the Kings of Carnage. He travels around to different clubs doing prize fighting. I don’t know what he’s doing here. I can only hope he steers clear of Willow. I know his kind. Looking for some strange. She’s gossiping with the chick who was riding on the back of his bike when he pulled up. Fucker is notorious for being able to pull multiple women. How he juggles them all, I don’t fucking know or care.

I crack my knuckles and track the fucker. He’s having words with another guy they call Smoke. Willow keeps checking him out, too. I shouldn’t care, but I do. I can’t get her sweet ass in those shorts out of my head. Every time I close my eyes, she’s all I see. Her pinned against the tree, looking up at me like she sees something good. A man worth wanting.

A man worthy of all her love.

I’m not.

I’m not a good guy. If I were, I wouldn’t be thinking about dragging her off to the woods to have my way with her. To have her on her knees worshipping my cock, begging to suck it. I wouldn’t be staring at her now, wondering if she’s still a virgin.

Wondering if she’s been saving that cherry between her thighs for me to pick.

She catches me staring and blushes.

Fuck me, why does she have to appear so damn innocent. So pure. My greatest temptation. My mind drifts to thoughts of stripping her bare and tasting every virginal inch of her skin. Making her sweat. Covering her with my own. I flex my fists and grit my teeth.

A firm hand clamps my shoulder. “What’s got you wound up so tight?”

I glance over at Woods. The biggest reminder why I can’t have Willow. He’d skin me alive. I’m his best friend. His Vice President. I took an oath of loyalty, but resisting Willow may be my greatest test of brotherhood. Everyone knows the club princess is off-limits. It goes without saying.

“Too many new faces.”

“You worry too much.” He slaps a joint against my cut. “Relax.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, plugging the joint between my lips, thinking about heading back inside to where some of the whores are dancing. There’s only one way I’m going to fucking relax. Bleeding Willow Woods from my veins. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had a taste of her.

“Get the dish soap from the kitchen.”

“What for?”

“Slip-n-slide time, man.” He laughs.