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Mel sighs with relief that the toddler hasn’t managed to swipe his fingers through the lush chocolate icing. I understand his thwarted desire, having to restrain from doing the same thing myself.

Theo’s wriggling in my arms, trying to get down, obviously having figured out he’s got a woman with no experience of children holding him.

“I’ll take him,” Mo, Demon’s mom and Vi’s mother-in-law, calls out. “Come to Gramma, Theo.”

“You need eyes in the back of your head,” Sindy says. I remember she’s married to Buzzard, their treasurer.

“Now I’m glad I never had any,” Jeannie remarks, shaking her head as Theo starts having a tantrum at being denied cake. Bomber’s her man I recall.

As I look around at the room, which does and doesn’t fit what my imagination had conjured up—yes, there’s a bar, a pool table as I’d seen in my head—but the tables and chairs and comfortable looking sofas are matching and not that old if I’m any judge. The walls look freshly painted too.

“It’s not bad,” I remark to Mel. “I must admit I expected it to be rougher.”

“They had some trouble about a year back. Had to rebuild some of the walls and replace stuff and redecorate. Jay will tell you all about it, I wasn’t here then. Apparently, it wasn’t as nice as this before.”

That explains why the decoration and furniture still looks clean and fairly new.

I find I’m having fun, pitching in and working alongside these friendly women. It’s light work and we have a few laughs. The club whores don’t appear to be here. I begin to hope they’re not invited, and perhaps after all, I won’t have to watch Ink fooling around.

We’ve just finished setting out all the food when from outside there’s a loud roar of bikes. I go to stand by Mel as we look expectantly toward the door. After helping with the preparations, I’m anticipating seeing the surprise on their prez’s face.

Men flood in, but the star of the show is missing, as is Mel’s man. I realise fast that this was planned, and Pyro is probably delaying him outside as the other men quickly divest themselves of their winter riding clothes and gather around in a circle.

They’ve just got themselves organised when the door opens again.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday, Prez,” rings out all around me, a deafening roar from the men.

“What the fuck?” Demon stops dead. Then rounds on Pyro, his eyes narrowing as he spits out, “There’s nothing fuckin’ wrong with your bike, is there?”

Pyro grins and shrugs, then makes a beeline toward the woman standing by my side.

“Jeez.” Demon’s still stunned. “Brothers. Ladies. What can I say? I didn’t expect this. Where’s my ol’ lady?”

Vi has a big grin on her face as she walks over to her man. He takes her lips in a way that makes me swoon.

Having been made to feel welcome, having worked alongside the other women, I feel comfortable and relaxed enough to put my fingers to my lips and let out a loud whistle in appreciation.

I shouldn’t have done that.

I’ve never been able to hide in a crowd. The eyes of an even taller Ink catch mine from the other side of the room.

Chapter Six

Ink

I’ve spent this whole week fucking the whores, but none of them have left me satisfied. When they go from my bed, I have an unfilled hole inside me. Oh, they relieve my cock, but something is missing.

I tried nipple clamps on Bella when I was fucking her over the pool table, they didn’t look right, and she complained they hurt her, so I’d quickly taken them off. Double-teamed Breezy and Sheila with Mace, but what was usually exciting had me feeling bored. Even their mouths didn’t seem right around my cock. Titsy, well, when she was discarding her clothes, I almost told her not to bother. When I brought Tulia back to my room, I went through the motions but wasn’t into it.

Though I didn’t want to admit it, I couldn’t get a certain woman out of my fucking head.

What I can’t understand is why. I may have had off days in the past, but it’s been a week now. Why aren’t the whores providing me with what I want?

I only come when whoever’s face under me morphs into the one of the girl I fucked in the hotel last Saturday night.

Time, I tell myself over and over again. I just need time. Memories fade, and so will my obsession with the woman I don’t want. If there’s one lesson I’ve learned, it’s never go back for more. Not with a woman who doesn’t understand that while I like to fuck, I’ve nothing else to offer. I don’t want an old lady, can’t ever see myself settling down. I live the life of a biker for a reason—I enjoy the freedom.

The ride out was good today, a chance to clear my head, to let the wind blow the cobwebs away. Still cold as hell, yes, but nowhere near freezing and the day was dry at least. What I knew was an excuse to get Demon away from the club was welcomed by us all. Hopefully now we’re coming out of the other side of winter, we’ll be able to ride more.

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