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“Three guys,” I say, swallowing hard, wondering.

“A week later, she snuck me back inside. Those two guys were there, but another joined us in the room. He was much older. He wore a suit and talked with an accent. A rough accent. She never told me where he was from. It didn’t matter.”

“She made him join?” I ask. Four guys? What the actual fuck?”

“She did, but I felt he was in control. That, yeah, nothing happened without her permission, but he was also directing us. Ultimately, it was all about her. Pleasing her. We would have if she’d asked us to feed her grapes and wash her feet. She was our fucking Queen, and we were the bees pleasing and protecting her.”

“You were groomed to be the way you are,” I say. “She created her own little reverse harem.” I smile at Watcher’s questioning look. “Diablo taught me that word.”

“I was, and yes, she did.” His hands tighten around my hips. “There’s your answer about what happened with your friend Jeremy.”

“You were preparing him,” I say.

“For my Queen.” He presses his lips against mine, and in a heartbeat, our mouths are open, and our tongues are battling.

I briefly pull away and look into the sincerest eyes of any man I’d ever met. “Thank you.”

“But you have another question,” he says, and I do. I have a lot of questions.

“You’re a badass biker who doesn’t take shit off anyone. You’re an alpha male, completely in charge of your own life. Why share? It doesn’t go with the whole biker and MC persona.”

“You’re right about most of what you said. I am a badass. I am in control of my life. Every man in this club is different, although we all put the club first.” He holds my chin and looks into my eyes, holding my gaze. “For me, pleasing a woman in different ways is a close second. It makes me feel good to make you feel good.”

“Plus, it turns you on,” I say.

He smiles. “Fuck yeah.”

“I think Jeremy wants to go further.” I think he might shake his head no but he doesn’t. He’s in. It’s in his eyes and his expression. I really am his Queen and don’t know what to say.

Watcher lifts me from his waist, and we stand. “Come with me.”

He leads me through a door that opens into the hallway, where the club officers have their own rooms. We can hear Beast and Kentucky talking in the bar area. I can also hear Diablo and Skittles talking and laughing. Slash exits his room, newly showered and fully dressed.

“She left a few minutes ago,” Slash says. “Sorry about that. I had no idea who she was.”

“Was it good?” I ask.

Slash shrugs and looks at Watcher.

“Might as well tell her,” Watcher says.

“Good on top, not so good taking it in the ass. Bitched too much.”

“He tells it like it is,” Watcher says, leading me into his room. He closes the door and dims the lights. “You’re father knows she does shit like this?”

“I think so.” I know so. Ask half the baseball team. “I want you to do something,” I say, unsure how to ask what I want.

“You’re my Queen, Jess. What do you want, and I’ll make it happen?” He’s dead serious. Whatever I want.”

“I want you from behind,” I say. “Or, at least, give it a try.”

Watcher’s eyebrows rise in surprise. He doesn’t say no, but he also doesn’t say yes. “You know it’s not as easy as just sticking it in?”

“That sounds so sexy.” I roll my eyes and get a good laugh from the man more than twice my age, who wants me to be his residential freak. I want to be all in with him, though he was right earlier. I do need room to spread my wings.

I sit on the bed and watch him remove his shirt as he crosses the room. He kicks off his boots and then strips his remaining clothes, as naked as the day he was born. I watch patiently as he opens the nightstand, his ass blocking my view. From where I sit, I can see he never misses ass or leg days at the gum. I stand and strip to nothing while he plays around in the drawer. When Watcher turns, he’s holding a bottle of lube and a packaged buttplug.

“You seem to be prepared for every possible occasion,” I say. His dick practically waves at me like it knows it’s about to go where no man has gone before.

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