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“Fuck, Ora.”

I feel him push his cum back into me when it’s about to drip down my thighs. “I usually always wear a condom. Fuck! Take all of it, baby.”

He starts to stoke my G-spot, then flips me back over and puts his mouth on my clit.

I guess he’s not done counting.

CHAPTER EIGHT

ORA

War is still fast asleep when I wake in the morning. I take the opportunity to take him in—his handsome face looks relaxed for once. I kiss his chest, then trace the serpent wrapped around a skull over his heart—their club emblem. How the hell did I miss that on the first night we spent together?

I have a quick shower and throw on one of his T-shirts, along with my work pants from yesterday. I go commando since I don’t have any clean underwear. I retrace my steps down the staircase until I’m back at the bar. I need coffee before I rush home to get ready for work, so I go exploring, following voices until I find the kitchen.

Skull, Bones, and Lore are all standing there, mugs in hand. All of them are shirtless. I notice the twins don’t have any ink that I can see while Lore is covered.

“Good morning.” Bones grins, giving me a slow once-over.

“Coffee?”

The men laugh. Skull turns to the cupboard, reaching up to retrieve a mug, and it’s then I see that he does have a tattoo—a serpent on his very muscular back. He makes one for me, asking, “Do you want milk and sugar?”

“Yes, please. Two sugars.”

He hands it to me and asks, “Where’s War?”

“Still asleep,” I say, blowing on my coffee before taking a sip. “I didn’t want to wake him up, but I have to be at work in an hour. If I had more time, I could have made you all some breakfast.”

“Really?” Lore asks, perking up. “You’d cook for us, darlin’?”

He looks so hopeful that I laugh.

“Your women get down on their knees for you at your command, but not one of them will cook for you?” I ask, frowning. Everyone knows a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, although that’s not why I do it. I cook because I love it, but I know it’s not for everyone.

Lore makes a choking sound before it turns into laughter. “No, they are known for satisfying in the bedroom, not the kitchen.”

Skull mutters something about not being about to turn a hoe into a housewife, and I narrow my eyes at him. “I think that says more about who you all spend your time with than it does them.”

“Can you make us something?” Lore asks, his violet eyes pleading.

“Okay, sure,” I reply, shrugging. I don’t want to leave them all hungry. “Shame you can’t survive on pussy, hey?”

Their laughter is so loud that it makes me jump.

“I might have time to quickly whip something up. What do we have?” I mutter to myself, ignoring their amusement.

I work my way around the kitchen while they all take a seat, patiently watching me. I end up making a big batch of chili scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausages with toast. I serve a plate for War first, then place the rest on the table for them to dig in. They all thank me multiple times and eat like they don’t know when they will get their next meal. I’m not going to lie—it makes me happy. I like cooking and baking for others, especially when they enjoy my food so much.

“I would have made some waffles or pancakes, too,” I murmur, wishing I had woken up earlier.

“Are you kidding me? This is incredible.” Skull moans around a mouthful.

“You’re the best, Ora,” Bones adds.

“Yeah, if War doesn’t make you his old lady soon, I’m going to,” Lore announces, just as War enters the kitchen. He’s also shirtless, showing off his thirst-trap worthy body, a pair of low-slung gray sweatpants on his hips. I can literally see the outline of his cock, and suddenly I don’t like him wearing them around a clubhouse of sexy women who would all happily jump in his bed.

War eyes his men, the food, then looks back at me. “What the fuck?”

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