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“I wouldn’t,” I tell him slyly as I wiggle my ass.
“Better not,” he murmurs as he nibbles my neck.
I brush my hand down his cheek. “What happened?”
He sighs. “Just another day in the Jury circus. Nothing that matters.”
I don’t press him. If he doesn’t want to talk about it, that’s his choice. “Can you at least tell me what was decided regarding the investment?” I have to admit I’m anxious over the outcome.
“The prez is gonna to take it to church. Majority vote. You get it, you got the club’s backing.”
That makes me very happy and if there weren’t a family across the little picnic area, I might have waved my one-date rule and blew my man right where he’s sitting.
He helps me to my feet and laces his fingers through mine as we walk back to the bike. His hands are big, calloused, and strong. I shiver at the thought of them on my soft skin as he ravages me.
He seems to be having similar thoughts. “I better take you home before I turn you over this bike and fuck you senseless.”
I smile at him, envisioning the scene. “I suppose you should but hold onto that idea for later.”
CHAPTERTWELVE
Trigger
Ihaven’t seen Evanee for three days and I spend more time nutting off than anything else. I’m right in the middle of an image of my girl on her knees in front of me, naked of course, sucking my dick, when Rocky’s asshole voice bursts my bubble.
“Hey Trig,” he says from inside my room. “Are you here?”
“Yeah. Bathroom.”
“Shitting?”
“Jacking.”
I hear his chuckle. “Who’re you thinking about?”
“Fuck off,” I say as I hit the jackpot with a grunt. I wash the jizz off my hands, pull my jeans up over my ass, then come out of the bathroom.
I live at the clubhouse because there’s never been a reason not to. Stuff is a thing other people have. Me, I need my cut, gun, knife, bike, and bed. Passarounds wash my clothes and keep my room neat.
I look around and realize they’re still doing it even if I’ve stopped fucking them. “You think I should tell the girls to stop cleaning up in here?”
Rocky is parked on my mattress, leaning up against the wall, a cold one tucked in his hand. “Jess pretty much ripped me a new one for letting Diamond near my shit, even though it was happening before I met her, so yeah, you probably should lock the passarounds out.”
“You owe me a lock, you fuck,” I tell him as I light a cigarette, take a drag and blow the smoke in the air. This used to be his bedroom until he met Jess. He had to bust down the door when she locked him out. We switched rooms because she didn’t want to fuck in the bed he and the passarounds fucked in. Don’t make sense to me, but I fully admit I’m not an expert.
Rocky laughs. “I owe you a shit-kickin’ too, but you ain’t getting neither from me.”
“What am I going to do if Evanee won’t fuck me in this bedroom? Trade with Hash or Red?” They’re the only other brothers who live at the clubhouse full time.
“Why not fuck at her place?”
I think about it as I flick the ash of my cigarette into an empty beer bottle. “Not sure she has a place. I think she’s squattin’ at her clinic.”
Rocky sits upright. “Christ. Can you imagine the things you could do in that clinic.”
“I’m not banging a sheep, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
