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He sighed and rinsed off.“I should spankyour ass for saying that.”

She rolled her eyes.“There will be plentyof time for that later as well.”

He grinned.She waited while he rinsed offthen handed him a towel when he stepped out.He half expected herto dry him because he was sure he didn’t move fast enough forher.

“I need you to promise mesomething.”

He tucked the towel around his waist.“What?”

“Promise me that no matterwhat, that you will always love me.I don’t need a savior.I don’tneed a protector.I don’t need someone with money or fancy things.I just need love.That’s all I want from you.”

He pulled her to him, enjoying her softnessfar too much.“I promise.”

“What do you want fromme?”She wrapped her arms around his neck.

He shook his head.“I’ve got it.”

“You got demoted in theclub.I feel responsible for that.”

He leaned in and kissed her.“Torque wantsme to put you first.And I will.I had the club to get me here andI enjoyed it.I’m still part of the club.I’m not giving that up.Ihave you and nothing else really matters.”

“So you’re still a member?He didn’t kick you out?”

“No, babe.I’m still amember.For life.I’ve got you and I’ve got the club.I don’treally need anything else.”

“Good.”She pulled awayfrom him.“I thought I needed to talk to him about that.Getdressed.”

He grabbed her arm.“Hey.Don’t feel likeyou need to be the buffer between the two of us.I can handle yourdad.You don’t have to constantly feel responsible for the shitthat goes on between us.”

“I don’t.”She tilted herhead to the side.“But I am going to get him in here to drag yourass out if you don’t hurry up.”

He laughed.“Why would I not put that pastyou?”

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Layla lay in the middle of the living roomfloor of their new house.She smiled as she stared up at theceiling, the fan spiraling down waves of cool air.They’d looked atthree houses and the one they bought was a mutual agreement withouteither of them even discussing it.

She knew it was meant to be.

“Hey.”Silver tapped thebottom of her foot with his boot.“I need your help with thisstuff.”

As a housewarming gift, the club chipped inand bought them furniture.She figured her father paid for most ofit, but it was a sweet gesture that the others joined in on.Laylapropped herself up on her elbows.

“What stuff?”

“Bedroom.”

She pushed up from her spot and followed himdown the hallway to the master bedroom.Inside, he’d placed theirbig bed in the center of the right wall.The TV was mounted to theleft and the bathroom was to the right.

“What do you need my helpwith?”

“Trying out the bed.”Heclosed the door and came up behind her.He slid his hands beneathher shirt to cup her breasts.“I had Joker help me install the newties to the frame.”

“Ah, so you’re turning ourbedroom into your personal torture chamber?”

He pressed his lips to the back of her neck.“When I make you come repeatedly, I can guarantee you won’t becomplaining.”

“Mmm.”She turned andunzipped his jeans.“You do realize we have a yard full ofmotorcycle enthusiasts also known as the Charming BastardsMotorcycle Club members outside, right?”She reached into his pantsand wrapped her fingers around his cock.“And they are noisy andinto everything.I caught Dooby sniffing my underwear.”

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