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Turns out Dutton was a college student, and got chatting to Gwen at a campus bar. He followed her home. Gwen had no idea, she never let him in, he broke in. My sister fought. Hard. But he still took her life. And I’m not mad about the thought of him lying in some unknown hole in the ground.

He suffered the wrath of a motorcycle club who hated violence against women, especially a member of their club’s family.

I sat with that for a few days, before I went back to tattooing. Gwen got her vengeance, it wouldn’t bring her back, but it gave me some peace.

“Phoenix and Shane are going to lose their shit,” I nod to the stack.

She smiles over her shoulder then sets out more waffles.

Cold waffles are a thing, right? They are in my book. I stalk up behind her and she jumps when I wrap my arm around her waist, pressing my face into the side of her neck.

“Garrett,” she tries to sound as if she wants me to let her go.

I know better. She doesn’t protest when I turn off the burner. This is what I like about my girl. She loves her friends, would do anything for them and she’s become a part of the Blackhawk family.

But she loves me more.

Okay, neither of us have said the words aloud, but we don’t need to. I will do it. But like I always tell her, actions really do speak louder than words.

Which I waste no time showing her as I lift up the hem of the T-shirt and press my fingers to her clit. Calli tilts her head back to rest on my shoulder while I work two fingers inside her. I’ll never tire of this, of the sounds she makes, and the greedy way her pussy clamps on my fingers.

I can’t wait to get my dick inside of her. Not until she comes all over my hand first. I’m well versed in everything Calli and while I pump my fingers faster, I slide my other hand under the top and tug on the rings through her nipples.

She’s been wearing the heart and arrow jewelry I had made for her. There is a diamond on the point of the arrow. They look perfect on her, sparkling beside those tantalizing pink nipples.

Calli tried to make me return them when she realized they were genuine diamonds. Damn no. They look too good on her and they’re wide enough for my little finger to slip through, making it easier to tug.

As I knew it would, it sets her off. I push into her body, my fingers don’t stop moving until she’s ridden the wave and herbody collapses against me. Calli doesn’t flinch when I trail my fingers over her lips, then capture them with mine, tasting her cum between our lips and tongues.

She turns in my arms and wraps hers around my neck, a replete, lustful look in her eyes. As she toys with the hair at the nape of my neck, I squeeze her ass.

“How do you want me to fuck you, Vixen?” My voice is deep and husky. “On your knees, or bent over the counter?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” she gives me a sassy look.

“Definitely not me,” I kiss her, then step back.

She doesn’t need any encouragement to drop to her knees in front of me.

It’s another hour before we go downstairs, because Calli wants to make a new batch of waffles for everyone. And I enjoy watching her make them. She’s used to me getting out my sketchpad to draw her and never complains.

After she’s handed out the waffles Calli stands behind the counter chatting with Lucky. Shane is fully engrossed in shoveling as many waffles into his face as he can manage.

“Where’s Sumner?” I ask.

Phoenix has a woman sitting for him, he’s tattooing the front of her foot. Painful as hell, but it looks like she’s asleep. Women sit much better than men. Ask any tattoo artist, women are built different.

Things have cooled between Phoenix and Lucky. They have their usual banter but they’re not doing the double dating thing anymore. Especially now that Phoenix has been seeing the same woman for a few weeks. For the serial monogamist in our friend group, it says a lot that they’ve been hanging out so much.

I leave it up to Calli and Katja to handle Lucky’s thoughts on it. So far, nothing has blown up.

“He went to get some food," Phoenix answers. "Greasy food as he put it.”

“Late night again?”

“Yup. With his cousin.”

“How long is this cousin staying?” I ask, irritated.

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