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“I said, I’m fucking fine, didn’t I.” I snap, grabbing hold of her wrist abruptly to push her hand away. The mix of that, and her flinching away from my outburst, the heel of her foot slips off the edge of the stair and she starts to topple backwards. I tighten my hold on her and pull her back towards me, her hand coming out and grabbing a hold of my top. Our faces are close, too close. Eyes connecting. I’m unsure that the rush of adrenalin that is clear to be seen by her dilated pupils is from fear, or arousal from the electrical charge that bounces erratically between us.

“Go get Sasha from Smoke,” I growl out, taking a few steps back, releasing my hold now that she’s gained her footing. “We have business to attended to down at the clubhouse.”

Without a word, thank God, she turns and makes her way to the bottom of the stairs. I follow at a close distance, thanking my lucky stars that the baggy hoodie she’s wearing covers her sweet ass.

ChapterFourteen

Stone

“Hi there,” I hear her say cheerily before taking off to find Smoke.

As I hit the bottom stair, I see that Cub has arrived, and is standing in front of the entrance watching the retreating Oriana with more interest than I like.

“Hey,” he shouts back when he comes to his senses. The leer on his face is telling, and I’m surprised that cartoon hearts and cupids aren’t levitating around his head.

“Don’t even think about it, asshole,” I follow up my warning with a palm slap to the back of his head. It’s enough to get him to redirect his gaze from her and onto me.

I recognize that agreeing to let Cub come to help set up Oriana’s computer was a bad idea. Wolf’s eighteen-year-old son is a horny little fucker who thinks that wearing a leather cut, and having a decent Harley as his ride, gives him license to try to pull any female from the age of sixteen to sixty. At five foot eleven inches, he’s similar height to his father, and with his unruly curly, blonde hair and blue eyes, he’s a carbon copy of him, just a damn sight younger and five times more annoying.

“She’s Sasha’s nanny and out of fucking bounds. Do you hear me?”

“Sure thing, VP.” His forced smile doesn’t convince me. “Which is her room?”

“Fuck,” I moan, running my fingers through my beard before tugging on a tuft with annoyance, realizing that the randy teenager will need access to her room. “Downstairs at the back, but I swear to God, you so much as look at her in the wrong way, and I’ll cable tie your nut sack so tight cutting off the blood supply so that your balls drop off and resemble a couple of dried-up walnuts.”

“Sheesh, Stone. Chill man.” Cocky little shit. “I get you and respect your seniority. You’ve got first dibs on her, and for the time being you’re not willing to share. Not a problem.”

I open my mouth to put him right, but I’ve had enough of this shit. I need to get to the clubhouse.

“Just get on with it, do what needs to be done then get the fuck out of my house, you hear me?” Cub gives me an exaggerated salute with two fingers, not in an offensive way, but it’s definitely a piss take, then saunters towards Oriana’s room. I don’t miss the less than discreet glances he makes over to where Oriana is sitting on the floor with Sasha, looking at brightly colored picture books.

“I like her,” Smoke announces when he appears at my side, catching me staring at the nanny. “And Sasha seems to like her, too.”

“Sasha likes everyone,” I counter, although I can’t deny that Sasha and Oriana’s interaction is easy, seamless, like they’ve always been in each other’s life. “Now I need to get down to the clubhouse, like now. Is Ginger working the bar today?”

“You need a drink, brother?” Smoke questions.

“No, I need to fuck.” My still swollen dick is nestled uncomfortably in my pants, reminding me that it’s desperately in need of attention. I stomp to the door, fling it open and get the fuck out of there with Smoke at my heels.

Parked in front of the house is, what looks to be, an old four-door Dodge Aeries that has been patched up so much that two of the doors are a different color to the rest of the dirty beige body of the car. It’s more rust than metal and has death trap written all over it.

“What the fuck is that?” I bark out, pointing to the hunk of junk defiling my drive.

“Must belong to the nanny. Anyway, what’s got you all pissy?” Smoke slams the door behind him and falls in step beside me on the walk down to the clubhouse.

“What do you think?” I reply, dramatically flinging my arms up in the air. “My brother was murdered and I don’t have a fucking clue who is behind it. It’s frustrating the hell out of me.” I lie. Of course, I badly need to find out more about my brother’s death, and if it is the Irish that’s behind it. I’m not stupid, that’s going to take time, but what I do need now is to wipe my brain of any inappropriate thoughts of the nanny.

Ginger is always eager to get frisky with me and a more than willing party when I need to indulge in my favorite kink. She knows all too well that I’ll reward her with a good hard fucking and a couple of earth-shattering orgasms, which always seals the deal. Ginger also understands that it’s just no-strings-attached sex, and I ain’t about to make her my old lady. Never gonna happen.

“And you think fucking Ginger is the answer?”

“I need a distraction that’s all,” I grumble.

“Sure,” he sniggers. “It has nothing to do with the pretty little thing that’s just invaded your life.”

“Don’t be so fucking stupid,” I snap back at him far too quickly and way too aggressively. I let out a deep laugh to try to hide my guilt. “Like I said to Cub, and I’ll be making it clear to all our brothers, Oriana is my niece’s nanny and not for the taking by anyone, and that includes me.”

“Good, glad to hear it.” Smoke grabs my arm, jerking me to a stop in front of the clubhouse doorway. He steps up to me, getting all in my face. His brow is knitted together, his lips a downward tilt, sad but angry. “Because a casual hooking up with her would be one hell of a clusterfuck. Sasha has taken to her and if you did fuck up, well let’s just say that Sasha has lost enough already.” I plant my hands on his chest and push him away.

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