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“Those witches were the first to sneer and rub mine and the kid’s faces in our poverty. What I said will spread like wildfire. Their men will be thanking me for the next few months.” I chuckled.

“What’s the betting those bitches are sucking cock tonight,” Nanci asked, and I laughed.

“That’s a winning bet. I ain’t taking that,” Daisy-Duke retorted, laughing, and arms linked, we headed to the car.

Chill

Shit. That woman’s ass was distracting me more than it should. I’d just walked into the clubhouse, and my gaze had been drawn straight to it. Nobody could deny it was the perfect ass, lush and juicy. I felt ashamed, as if I were cheating on Meadow, and then the stranger turned and I stopped dead in my tracks. Holy fuckin’ shit. My eyes widened as I took in Meadow in all her glory.

Sabre, who’d been walking in behind, banged into me and looked up, following my gaze.

“Oh, you’re so fucked.”

“You ain’t wrong,” I said, spotting Hercules and Mare staring from a corner. Hell no. I wasn’t fighting my brothers for her.

I stomped forward, and Meadow’s eyes widened as she saw me coming. I bent down on reaching her, and very carefully picked Meadow up bridal style and carried her to my office.

“Chill!” she shrieked and thumped my chest. Gently, I placed her on her feet.

“I’m done. Meadow, I’m so fuckin’ tired of denying what I feel for you.”

“Why did you?” she demanded and smacked me again.

“Because you deserve better.” I pressed Meadow to the wall, angling my body against hers.

“What if what I want is you?”

“That’s good news because nobody else is having you. I don’t give a shit, Meadow, I’m gonna prove I’m worthy,” I swore.

“And I’m meant to believe you just like that? You’ve blown hot and cold for a year. Sure, I wasn’t ready at first for anything, but your reactions confused me even more. And now I’ve had a makeover, I’m suddenly acceptable? Screw you,” Meadow fired back with heat.

“Fuck, the makeover. Put on those baggy, shapeless clothes. Actually, I prefer you do. Then I’m not killing my brothers for eyeing you like forbidden candy,” I retorted.

Meadow’s hands slammed into my shoulders. “They’re not looking.”

“Oh, they fuckin’ were. That asshole Hercules will be blinded with a hot poker,” I promised.

Meadow gave me attitude and rolled her eyes. “I’m not a toy you can pick up and put down.”

“Who said you were? A fuckin’ year of lurking in the shadows, wanting you and not claiming you. Knowing that one day you’d realise your self-worth and walk away. I won’t allow that,” I stated, placing my hands either side of her.

Meadow stared back defiantly. “You won’t allow that? Fuck you!”

“Oh yeah, I’ll be fuckin’ you seven ways to Sunday,” I retorted and cupped her face.

Meadow’s eyes widened, but I held her gently, aware of the bruises and not wanting to trigger her.

“Mine,” I growled out and lowered my head slowly, giving Meadow time to pull away.

Meadow gasped as our lips touched. She pulled back, and I stopped as she gazed into my eyes. She searched for something, but I didn’t know what. The next moment, Meadow startled the hell out of me as she shoved forward and claimed my lips herself. A deep moan escaped me as I finally realised how perfect this was. Her hands wound through my hair, knocking my beanie off and pulling me closer.

Meadow’s body pressed against mine as I braced my right arm on the wall and used my left to haul her tight. The kiss was hot and desperate; my entire body electrified at her touch as Meadow moved a hand down and explored my chest.

When it ended, I gave Meadow a moment to catch her breath before kissing her again. Meadow’s leg hooked around my hip, and she pinned her pelvis to mine as she stood on tiptoes. I grabbed Meadow’s thigh and lifted her leg, angling our bodies so she could feel my cock.

Meadow gasped.

“Ain’t been with anyone for a year, Meadow—you know that. Moment I’m inside you, I’m gonna cum like a schoolboy. You undo me. But you need me to prove myself. So I will.”