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“Fucking hell, Sophia!”

It didn’t take long for her to fall over the edge. The friction of his jeans rubbing up against her newly reddened ass was too much. He followed soon after, burying his mouth into her hair to muffle his own cry of ecstasy.

CHAPTER 5

The club’s first club run of the year was normally a time to celebrate simply for the joy of being able to ride again. The town had even made a show of coming out onto Main Street to watch the procession of motorcycles parade through. This year’s was especially exciting because Demo and Jumper, who had been unable to finish out last season with the club due to their injuries, were both finally medically cleared to ride againandit was Paige’s and Jazz’s first run as ol’ ladies.

Since Jumper was injured last summer, Jasmine had never ridden with the club on a run before. Once Jumper was out of the hospital and up to it, a prospect had driven them in one of the VDMC SUVs, along with Demo and the infants. It was now tradition for the club kids to follow behind in a cage guarded by a prospect so the kids could experience the run too.

Paige and Demo had only been together for a couple of months. Her two boys, Mikey and Nelly Bean, were now officially claimed as club kids. As Lucky’s nephews, they’d been honorary club kids and always invited whenever the club was taking the kids on outings and parties. But it wasn’t until Demo put his cut on Paige that they were official.

Since Tessa and Harper were pregnant, they would not be riding on the back of Bear’s or Lucky’s hogs. Between the number of club kids and pregnant ol’ ladies, the club was going to need more SUVs and prospects soon. Neither Viktor nor Darrin, the new prospects, looked particularly comfortable around the infants and toddlers. For this reason, Frankie was invited along, though she was neither a club kid nor an ol’ lady.

The club also had three new patched members joining them for this run. Scissors, Jigsaw, and Papaw—formerly Sara, Will, and Mitch respectively—had all been patched in over the winter. They were now able to ride their sleds during the runs. Additionally, Scissors had claimed an ol’ lady of her own. Sissy, Lucky’s adult daughter, had traded in her denim club kid cut for a leather property patch last January during Scissors’ patch in party when Scissors had proposed to her.

It felt really good to get on his hog again. Pirate owned a sweetHarley-DavidsonStreet Bob in chrome and jet blue. He absolutely loved his motorcycle and had even added a skull and crossbones flag hanging from a pole off the back.

Ironically, though Jasmine had yet to be on a club run, Sophia had been on many—and she wasn’t an ol’ lady. Sophia had a tendency to jump on the back of Pirate’s hog at the last second before they headed out. She claimed that she needed to ensure the club runs were safe for her bestie whenever she was able to ride with Jumper, but that was a load of horseshit. Sophia just wanted to go on the club run, so she went on the club run. Pirate had tried to talk to her about how it was inappropriate and women the club members weren’t dating didn’t go on club runs or ride as a backpack. It hinted at a commitment that wasn’t there.

Sophia would nod her head, said she understood and even apologized for the misunderstanding, and then would show upthe next club run as if Pirate had never had a conversation with her. It was infuriating.

The night before, as Pirate was leaving her house, he’d told her very specificallynotto come. Now that they were sleeping together, and technically married, the stakes were even higher. Keys might be the only who knew about their not-relationship sex, but even he wouldn’t be able to ignore the implications of Sophia riding on the back of Pirate’s bike during a celebratory club run.

So it really shouldn’t have been that big of a surprise when Sophia’s redVolkswagenBeetle pulled into the club’s parking lot as everyone was getting themselves ready to go.

Pirate let out a frustrated groan. “That girl’s like a fucking fungus!”

Which Jasmine of course had to hear as she was walking past. She laughed and turned to face her best friend. “Sophia doesn’t understand the word ‘no’. It’s not in her vocabulary.”

Sophia, dressed in tight as fuck leather pants, riding boots, and a long sleeve, baby pink shirt, waved as she got out of her death trap of a cage. Pirate did not understand why she still drove that piece of crap. Even with her choice to not be flamboyant with her money—when she wasn’t flying four thousand miles to ream out her bestie’s mother—she could afford a new cage. A safer one at the very least.

Jazz went to greet Sophia by her cage.

Pirate put his back to the women and came face to face with Keys. The younger man stared him down.

“What?” Pirate snapped, keeping his voice low. “I didn’t invite her.”

“And yet you’re not going to turn her away.” Though phrased as a question, Pirate knew it for the statement it was.

Pirate stiffened. “I told her ‘no’ numerous times last year. She still somehow ended up on my hog.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jasmine and Sophia head over to where Jumper was standing next to hisIndianChief. Aerial already sat in her sidecar with her helmet and dog goggles on. She was also harnessed into her seat by a special clip attached to her service vest.

Sophia and Jazz immediately started taking selfies and pictures of the club members. Some of the brothers even photobombed their pictures. Scotty and Lila joined in too.

For their honeymoon, Jasmine and Jumper were taking a cross country tour on his sled. Jasmine had her motorcycle permit, which meant she could help with the driving so long as a licensed driver was riding tandem, meaning behind her on the bike, or dual, meaning riding on a separate bike next to her on the road. Pirate had been that dual rider up until they’d put their bikes away for the winter. Now that Jumper’s license was reinstated, he could now be the tandem driver she needed. By the time they got back from their six week trip, Jasmine would have her full license since she already had more than enough hours of drive time.

Pirate watched as Sophia took pictures of Jasmine solo on Jumper’s sled in various sexy positions before having Jumper join her. At first, Jasmine was behind Jumper, kneeling on the seat, with her arms around his shoulders. Neither was wearing their helmet yet, so their faces and smiles were clearly visible. They shared a couple of kisses too, which Sophia caught on camera. Then Jasmine moved in front of Jumper. Sophia had her straddle Jumper so they were chest to chest with her property cut on display and Jumper’s hand cupping the nape of her neck.

After that, Sophia had them pose as if Jumper was driving with Jasmine in front facing forward. She had Jasmine loop an arm behind her to grip Jumper’s man-bun while leaning back against his shoulder.

But she paused before taking the picture. Sophia looked around a second before her eyes fell on him. “Pirate, matey! Get your scurvy ass over here!”

Pirate rolled his eyes at her choice of words and started weaving his way through the sea of bikes to get to where Jumper, Jasmine, and Sophia were. He chose to ignore Keys’s snickering from behind him as he left his friend.

He walked right up to Sophia and demanded, “What?” He did not keep his annoyance that she’d shown up against his wishes out of his voice.

He also couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping to her breasts, where he knew the new marks his mouth had left were. Why the fuck was her outfit so goddamn tight and how easy was it going to be to get it off of her?

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