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“We could use some pocket change for the upcoming rally,” Sangre said. He was the treasurer of the club and always looking for ways to bring in more money. The club’s businesses brought in a steady stream of income, but it was the marijuana dispensary that was killing it for the Night Rebels.

“You gonna go on the ride with the Fallen Slayers this weekend? Afterward they’re gonna have a helluva hog fest. They’re even having women wrestling in barbecue sauce. I gotta fuckin’ see that.” Paco laughed.

“My ass will be there. I’m craving some new pussy,” Sangre said.

“You guys will have a good time. I’m passing. Breanna wants to go to the Wildlife Museum in Durango. We’re gonna make a day of it.” Steel pulled his black hair into a ponytail.

“Sweet pussy or a museum. Damn, that’s a hard choice,” Paco joked.

“Not for me. I get both. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Steel replied.

“You down?” Sangre asked Goldie.

“I think I’m going to pass. I don’t feel comfortable leaving the shop for the weekend.”

“Tattoo Mike’s not going. There’s no way his old lady’s gonna let him spend a weekend with a shitload of chicks,” Paco said.

“What the fuck’s up with that? He’s the man. If he wants to go, he should go.” Sangre frowned.

“He could do that, but he probably wants to have some peace for the next few months,” Steel replied.

“And some lovin’,” Paco added.

“That’s why I’m aiming to stay single. No way am I having a chick tell me what the fuck I can and can’t do. That’s bullshit.” Sangre motioned the prospect to bring him another beer as the brothers laughed.

“There’s definitely something to be said about the single life. I’m not planning on changing that either.” Paco took the beer from the prospect’s hand.

“Me neither. There’re plenty of chicks around. Who needs one to mess with your head and life? Just because she’s fuckin’ hot doesn’t mean shit. There’re plenty of hotties who’re more than willing to spread for biker cock.” Goldie stretched out his legs and looked at his brothers, who just stared at him. “What? I’m right, you know.”

“Who’s the chick who has your cock?” Paco asked as he scooped up a handful of pretzels the prospect had just brought over.

Red spots clouded Goldie’s view. “No woman’s got my cock. No way that shit’s happening.”

“Really? You sure are making a lot of fuckin’ noise about it.” Steel’s blue eyes twinkled.

Goldie’s jaw tightened. He turned to Sangre. “You know what I’m saying.”

“I guess. But it does seem like you got someone’s pussy on your mind.”

“No fuckin’ way. Pass the goddamn pretzels.”

Paco pushed the bowl to Goldie, and Skull and Army came over. Soon the brothers were talking about their favorite topic—Harleys. As they conversed, Goldie’s mind drifted to Hailey, as it seemed to be doing far too often. It pissed him off that he couldn’t forget her and just take up with another chick. He’d thought that once he’d kissed her, he’d be done, but it’d only gotten worse.

When he’d seen her in his grandma’s room, he’d almost left before she spotted him, but he couldn’t. Watching her bent down, her shapely legs looking damn good in her shorts, he’d been rooted to the floor. All he’d wanted to do was watch her big tits sway as he took her from behind. He groaned at the visual in his head and quickly looked at his brothers to make sure no one heard. They were still enthralled with motorcycle talk.

He blew out a deep breath.What the fuck’s up with me? Hailey’s just a chick. A fucking hot, tempting one, but a chick nevertheless. There’re a ton of them. I could call Kelly over right now and have her suck me good. Easy.But he didn’t want Kelly down on her knees; he wanted Hailey’s pink full lips wrapped around his hardness, her mouth gliding up and down it.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He’d never been as attracted to a woman as he was to Hailey. And it wasn’t just the “forbidden fruit” crap—although that was a huge plus. No, he’d felt a spark between them the night she’d come into the ink shop. Before he’d known it was her. When he’d seen her on her stomach, her cute ass waiting for him to design it, it’d taken all his strength to not run his finger between her folds. “Damnit!” he hissed as his cock throbbed, punching against his fly.I gotta stop this shit.

Goldie had to get his control back. As far back as he could remember, he’d never let a chick bother him. Even when he’d been attracted to Hailey back in high school, he hadn’t acted on it. But it’d been different back then. She’d only been fourteen and he’d just turned eighteen, and she was Ryan’s sister.She still is.Nothing had really changed except that she was a woman now and had needs he was dying to fill. When he was standing behind her in his grandmother’s room, desire ribboned through him as the subtle scent of her perfume lured him closer. He’d almost dropped his head down near the curve of her shoulder and nuzzled her creamy flesh, just below her ear. It was a good thing Shelly had come by.

“Sign me up for the poker run.” Jigger’s hand on his shoulder pushed Goldie’s thoughts backstage.

He looked up. “Sure. Bring your bike to Skid Marks and Diablo will check it out. He’s putting a priority on all bikes that are going on the run next week.” Jigger nodded and joined the growing number of brothers at the table.

Goldie’s phone rang and he slipped it out of his cut.Ryan. Fuck.He jumped up and to the back porch.

“Hey, dude,” Ryan said.