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Sunny Harrison took that moment to join me. He passed a glance between his bike and me, then back to his bike. “Someone touched her.”
“Someone did but I promise, you won’t give a shit about that when you see who that someone was.” I pushed away from the wall and headed to the back of the bar. It was a shithole, but they served good beer and the owner let us do our thing without being disturbed. As long as we kept the peace of course.
“Who touched her?” Sunny asked, his voice rough like he had just gargled with broken glass. It was one of the things I liked about him. His deep voice that could make me weak in the knees every damn time, but of course, I never told him that. A bi-sexual biker wasn’t the norm. Even though people were more open about sexual preferences these days, I still kept that little bit of information to myself.
Once we stepped into the bar, I nodded in the direction of the table at the other end of the room. “She did.”
Sunny followed my gaze, his brows narrowing. “Which one?”
“Which one do you think?” I asked him, crossing my arms under my chest.
“The tiny one?” His nostrils flared. He looked back at me. “You talk to her?”
“Yes, the tiny one,” I repeated. Even though she was small, she was curvy, and I could see the swell of her breasts pushing against her dress. She had some weight on her. Which would be perfect for when Sunny and I fucked her body at the same time. “Briefly. She’s with her friends.”
Sunny ran his fingers through his beard, his blue-gray eyes burning into the young woman that I wanted gagging on my dick.
“Fine.” Sunny moved to the booth behind us. “I can wait.”
I chuckled, sitting beside him just as another member of our club rolled in. “Right, Sunny.”
He grunted, raking a hand through his hair. He repeated the movement two more times before dropping his hand on his lap. He was antsy, and I couldn’t say I blamed him.
Sunny and I shared women. A lot of women. But I hadn’t seen someone that sparked this newfound awareness deep inside of me in a long time. I needed to know who this woman was. I didn’t even give a shit if I had her beneath me before I found out her name. I wasn’t the dominant type. Never had been. I had my moments. Dominance was Sunny’s job. It was why we balanced each other out so well. But there was something about this tiny little thing that had me wanting to control her and submit to her all at the same time.
“Shade?”
I jumped, finding two pairs of eyes staring back at me.
“Yeah, sorry.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I’m a bit distracted.”
Jaron Mercer only grunted. He was the vice president of the Hell’s Harlem motorcycle club that we were in. And while he was young, he never let that stop him from showing men twice his age who the boss really was. When his father, the president, wasn’t around.
“See something you like?” he asked, his gray eyes peering into mine.
“Maybe.” I nodded to the table across the room. The three women were looking back at us every so often, the one, focusing solely on Jaron himself. “You know them?”
“Yeah. Grew up with them.” Jaron scratched the dark scruff on his jaw. “I’m bored.” He stood, giving us a smirk. “Let’s go say hi.”
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(Meadow)
I had walked past the three guys sitting in the booth when I went to the bathroom. Even though I never made eye contact with them, I could feel them staring at me.
Once I headed back to the table, I found the man I ran into earlier, sitting with another guy I didn’t know at the same table I shared with the girls.
As I got closer, I saw Jaron Mercer sitting beside Piper.
It had been awhile since we had seen him. He looked good. Really good. He had become larger since I last saw him and while he was hot as hell, he didn’t do it for me. But the two older, much older, men sparked something inside of me. I was curious and thought maybe I should test out my theory.
“Oooh. Hello, boys,” I sang, waggling my eyebrows and sitting between the two older men.
“Do you come here often?” the one I hadn’t met already, asked. He glanced at my mouth.
My heart jumped.
