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With eyes wide, she stiffened. Blue snapped her focus toward the other woman. The bald biker had wrapped his other arm around her waist.

Blue waited for the outrage. She braced for the inevitable screech of indignation and probable violence. Ol’ ladies were territorial bitches. It made sense, considering their men weren’t known for their fidelity. Especially with as much free pussy at their disposal.

It didn’t come.

It didn’t make sense. How could she not… Oh.

Okay, maybe this was a three-way thing.

Knot after knot twisted in her stomach. The cramping made bile rise in her throat. Taking a deep breath, Blue did her best to swallow it down.

Frowning, though continuing to walk with the couple, Blue looked around the parking lot to take her mind off the awkwardness or out of habit. The line of bikes drew her eye. Scanning the Harleys, she sought the familiar denim black one. The one she’d ridden on that one and only time.

If he were there, would he stop the threesome? Would he even talk to her? Did she want him there?

The gap between the two bikes left a sinking feeling in her gut. Her questions would go unanswered. He wasn’t there.

Her chin dipped. This was her place with the MC. This was what she’d signed up for when she walked through the doors of the clubhouse last year. When they let her hang out there, she knew what the expectations were—she’d agreed to it.

It didn’t make the queasy feeling taunting her go away. Even in the biker world, consent wasn’t irrevocable. She could say no. The thing was, she wouldn’t be allowed back in Odin’s Fury’s house if she did.

Was she ready to give up Dash? And Sarah?

Her stomach lurched at the idea. Thankfully, her emotions didn’t make their way up her throat and out of her mouth. She contained her nausea as she got closer and closer to the clubhouse.

After a brief chat with the prospect checking IDs, Dash removed his arms from the two women and held the door open. Again with his chivalry routine.

It didn’t suit him. But maybe his ol’ lady liked it.

He waved an arm, indicating they should enter.

Ginger went first. Blue and Dash followed, holding up the rear.

Once inside the main room, she glanced around, hoping to feel some sort of comfort in the familiarity. She’d been there countless times. She’d done crazy shit, sexy shit, fun shit. A threesome with a biker and his ol’ lady—okay, maybe she wasn’t that insane. She’d found her line, sort of.

That was new. Perhaps she was more normal than she thought.

This situation still didn’t seem right—almost like she put her shoes on the wrong feet. Sure, she could walk around and they’d do their job, but it didn’t feel good.

This place had been home for something like a year. While the faces around her were familiar, the comfort and security she had once experienced had left. Someone was missing. The question was whether it was Mooky or her former self.

“Let’s get drinks,” Dash suggested.

“I could use one,” Blue immediately agreed. It’d be the only way she’d get through this.

Ginger frowned. “I don’t know. One of us should stay sober.”

“I have a room,” he reminded with a wicked grin laced with intention.

Blue had seen and been on the receiving end of that smile a few times. He had sexy plans for later.

“Shots,” she blurted.

“Good idea!” He agreed.

Furrowing her brow, Ginger sighed. “Fine.”

Perhaps she wasn’t enthused about this threesome idea either.

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