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“’Cause of her cleavage, right?” Prospect says.

I’m going to kill that motherfucker.

The brothers all laugh.

I might just kill them all.

“Sure do, sweetness.” CJ hops off the back of Blue’s bike and comes to help Arie, but she turns her to face me. The defiant little shit gives me fucking bedroom eyes as she kneels on the cement before my bike.And now I have the perfect view of her stellar goddamn cleavage. Fuck.

Gator and Blue chuckle, and I glare at my road captain and VP and sigh impatiently. “Alright, assholes. I think you’ve done enough.”

Gator smiles. “Oh, I’m just gettin’ started, Prez. It’s a long-ass ride to New York.”

As if the cleavage and having her kneel before me wasn’t enough, CJ quickly arranges all that hair into two milkmaid braids and ties them off. I groan and both women stare at me. Uproarious laughter echoes through the lot as I hit the ignition and twist the throttle.

“Is something wrong?” she shouts over the roars of my engine.

“Get on the fucking bike, darlin’.”

She scrambles on behind me and fastens her helmet.

“You gotta hold on.”

Arie leans forward and wraps her arms loosely around my waist. I grab her wrists and draw her body closer until her chest is flush with my back and her arms are gripping me tightly.

I rev the throttle again, and I feel her sharp intake of breath against my back. “You think you enjoy porn? Just wait and see how keyed up you are after you feel my Milwaukee-Eight big twin engines between your legs.”

She laughs and presses her cheek to my back. I wait for Gator to pull out first and follow in formation. Arie’s grip tightens.

I shout, “You gotta lean into the corners or we’ll lose our balance. Just move with me, Okay? Your body, my body.”

She nods and relaxes her hold a little. It doesn’t take long before we’re on the I-95 and Arie’s clearly beginning to loosen up. Blue slips in beside me with Calamity riding bitch. She holds out a hand to Arie. “Take my hand!”

Arie shakes her head. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

I nod to CJ. That woman is a fucking pain in my ass—and I’m willing to bet she’s got a lot to do with Arie’s newfound femme fatal persona—but I’m grateful for it all the same. I don’t know where Arie would have been without my VP’s old lady taking her under her wing.

Tentatively, Arie releases one hand from my waist, and grabs CJ’s with a shriek. They link fingers for a moment and then CJ encourages Arie to grab the sissy bar on the back of my bike. Slowly, she inches her arms up in the air, letting the wind rush between her fingers as she throws her head back.

My little siren might have been naïve when she first came to us, but she’s had one hell of an education since. Pretty soon, she’s gonna be teaching me a thing or two.Especially if I can’t get her to stop watching porn.

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