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“What’s your motorcycle club like? I only know my uncle's one,” she tells me as we follow Mallory and Raptor through the throngs of people and upstairs toward the VIP section.
I’m shocked as shit that someone as sweet as her has an uncle in a MC. “What club is he affiliated with?”
“Uncle Butch is the President of the Devil Falcons,” she tells me without missing a beat.
Christ, she’s connected. From what I know of the Devils, they’re associated with not only the Gallagher Mafia, but also with the Houlihan Gang, it’s ran by Jerry Houlihan, her mom’s other uncle, it’s the biggest gang in Dublin, outside of the mafia.
“What brings you to New York?” Raptor asks once we’re seated.
“Family,” Chloe replies. “I’m going to Chicago after this to see my family, but Mallory and I have just finished school, and we decided to come to New York for a holiday before I need to meet the family.”
Mallory nods. “Yep. It’s been fun to let loose in the big city. Dublin’s great and all, but the shopping here is amazing. I’ve had to add on extra luggage for my flight home.”
Chloe’s laughter is soft and willowy. My cock thickens at the sound.
I have no fucking idea why the hell I’m reacting this way to her. I’ve never had such an intense reaction to a woman before. She’s small, cagey, and timid, but at the same time she’s bright, quick to smile, and radiates happiness. She reminds me of a little bird.
“Y’all just said you’re finished with school. You meant college, right?” Raptor questions.
Chloe shakes her head. “No.”
My muscles tighten. “How old are you?”
“Eighteen,” she tells me, and I fucking breathe a sigh of relief. She’s legal.
“You gotta be twenty-one to be in the club and drink,” I tell her.
She raises a brow at me. “Oh? And are you going to tell on me?”
Fuck… that velvety-smooth voice of hers is unlike anything I’ve ever heard. Mix in that Irish accent of hers, and I’m hooked.
The server brings us down some drinks, and I notice that Chloe seems to be uncomfortable.
“You don’t wanna be here?”
She shrugs. “I’m not really a bar type of girl. Give me a book and I’m happy.”
“You wanna get out of here?” I ask, hoping like fuck she’ll say yes.
She bites her bottom lip and glances over at her friend. The two of them seem to be speaking telepathically because no fucking words are said.
“Yes,” she tells me, after what seems to be a few minutes.
Thank fuck.
I pull her by the hand and lead her outside. My cock is thick and aching. I need to be inside of her.
“My place or yours?” I ask.
Her smile has my heart clenching. “Yours. I’m not sure if Mallory wants to go back to the hotel room.”
I’ve had two drinks tonight, so I walk over to my bike. This is something I’ve never done before. I’ve never had a woman on the back of my bike. Chloe’s going to be the first one, and I’m more than okay with that.
She climbs on like she’s been doing this shit for years. That fucking pisses me off. Whose bike has she been on?
“My uncle,” she tells me softly, and I grit my teeth. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m losing my damn mind and saying that shit out loud.
“No one else’s,” I warn her, and she looks at me like I’m fucking crazy. I guess she’s right. I’m fucking acting like I am.
