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Cracking my bedroom door open, I stick my head out to listen for any sounds. I’m worried that Roxy is going to wake up, scared. I feel for that little girl. Padding quietly down the hall, I push through Roxy’s door. Her head is on her pillow while she clutches one of the baby dolls Savannah got her in her arms. She’s kicked her legs free of the blankets. I bring the covers over her body and place a kiss on her cheek, leaving her room as quietly as I entered it.

I notice Ryder’s door is now open. We put small night lights in each of the rooms to make sure the kids can see if they need to. The soft glow of Ryder’s room reveals that he’s taken down some, but not all of the posters Tylan has hung up. Knowing that we kind of got it right makes me feel like we’re going in the right direction.

As I turn my back to leave, I see a small movement, and Goober pops his head up from beneath the covers. He wiggles his little body, causing Ryder to adjust and bring him closer to his chest. Goober lies his head back down without so much as a fight.

“What are you doing, Sugar Tits?”

Jumping, I let out a small squeak. Spinning around, I smack Tylan on the chest. “You scared the crap out of me. Why would you do that?” My voice is a rough whisper. “That’s so not nice.”

He silently laughs, his bare chest heaves with amusement. “You had that one coming.”

“Oh yeah.” I run my hands up his abdomen, my nails raking across his skin. The growl coming from his throat fuels my desire. Lifting myself to the tips of my toes, I snake my arms around his neck, bringing his lips to mine.

Instantly, he’s hard. I can feel his stiffness against my stomach. Pushing me up against the hall wall, right next to Ryder’s room, he deepens our kiss. “Fuck yeah.” He whispers against my lips.

I let out a soft whimper as his fingers push into my panties. My body’s on fire for him. He works his fingers in and out of me with precision, knowing just where to stroke to bring me pleasure. An orgasm hits will full force, causing my knees to weaken. I can feel his lips curl into a smile behind his kiss. You’d think I’d be satisfied, but my orgasm only fuels my desire to be with him, to feel him slide into me…

But not this time. Not right now.

Pushing against his chest, he takes a step back. He’s panting, lips pink and swollen. “Good night, Tylan.” I pat his chest, stepping around him.

“What the fuck?” he says a little too loud for my liking.

I look over my shoulder. “It’s called payback for today.” I give him a little wink, closing my bedroom door behind me.

Keith Bubba Dawson is back, a patched in member of this MC for years, who completely fucked up several months back.

Being a recovering addict, he’d let some pussy and the need to get his fix cloud his judgment. He was the roach in the club that allowed Savannah’s bitch of an ex to get the intel he needed to snatch Savannah out from under, you guessed it, Bubba’s protection. He and that whore Kara had been feeding Redding information about Savannah. Bubba got his fix, and Kara got to see Sin suffer, but not for too long. Once Redding didn’t need Kara, he ended her life. And the fuckers who Redding brought when he came for Savannah, shot Bubba in the shoulder when he tried to stop em. But now he’s back, healthy and clean.

I’m sitting across from Sin who is staring daggers at the man he once considered a brother. “I’ll never be able to apologize enough,” Bubba addresses the entire club. “I was weak, and my weakness almost cost this club more than I’ll ever be able to wrap my head around. I was selfish.”

“Fuck yeah, you were,” Sin growls.

“Bubba,” Cut breaks in, “the only reason you’re still standing and not six feet deep is that we’re about more than the bikes and the shit we do to make ends meet. We’re a family, and at times family fucks up and that’s exactly what you did. But you’re also one of my best friends. We’ve grown up in the MC, and we’ve seen the shit storm that used to pass through these walls when things were different. When bodies dropped like fucking flies in a deep freeze. But today isn’t the past, and we sure as fuck don’t act as we once did. I’d rather forgive but never forget than kill you and never forgive myself.”

Cut’s eyes scan the table. Dyke, Bubba’s father, sits with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s rocking back and forth, uneasy about the exchange that’s happening. I know for a fact that he’s torn between the love he has for his son and the loyalty he feels for this MC. This club was here before Bubba ever took his first breath. I wonder what Dyke would do if Cut decided to either kill Bubba or oust him. Would he refuse to be a part of something that would destroy his son or would he be the one to insist on pulling the trigger? I know my father would never choose another thing before me. I understand that what he did, he did because he was trying to make our family better, and he did it the only way he knew how.

Cut’s voice brings me back to the present. “You’re on probation. You’ll be spending most of your time here at the club, and you will in no way be involved in the bounty sides of things or the build side of things. I don’t even want you at the store. When we, as a club, feel you’re worthy of more, we’ll talk again.”

With a slam of his palm on the wooden surface of the table, our session is over.

“This is the correct thing to do, right?” Jenni asks over her shoulder as she slides her license under the three-inch thick Plexiglas window. The deputy takes it and then slides it in the card reader that’s hooked to his computer. I turn to watch the kids sitting on the bench along the far wall. We’re at the prison where my father is serving his time. I’m sure Maggie will frown on us being here, but one of the reasons why I have the kids is because it was something my father wanted.

“Yes.” I turn back around to witness the deputy slide the license back to her. “My pops wants to meet the kids. What am I supposed to do? Tell him no? I can’t deny my father the right to see his grandkids.”

I run my hand up her jean-clad ass just as she swats it away. Her lack of intimacy when the kids are around is pissing me off. She tells me she doesn’t want to confuse them or make them feel uncomfortable. But what she doesn’t realize is that I’m the fucking uncomfortable one because it’s been two fucking weeks since these kids moved in and two fucking weeks since I felt her pussy grip my dick. These kids are the best form of cockblocking, and they don’t even know it. I don’t even wanna get into the fact that she fucking left me standing in the hallway, hard as fuck ready to fill her up with my cum. She thought it was a fucking game, teasing me like that. Well, I’m not playing that shit.

“You’re ‘hard to get act’ is getting fucking old, Sugar Tits.”

“Seriously,” she deadpans.

“Yeah, seriously. You think those kids haven’t seen my sister being fucked by some random loser? You think Ryder doesn’t know all about the birds and the bees? Because I’m sorry to break it to you, but those kids haven’t been raised like you were, and I’m sure they’ve seen and heard more shit than you and I put together, and if you add me to the mix, that’s saying a lot. Now,” I take a step closer, wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her so that her tits are flush with my chest, “when am I gonna feel your pussy again, huh? I’m a starving man, baby, and I need to feed.” I lean down to take her lips, but she turns her head so that I land on her fucking cheek. “You’re fucking killing me, Jenni. No fucking joke.”

“They’re watching,” she says, and I know she’s talking about the kids.

“Let ’em.”

She pushes away. “Tylan–”