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"That---"

"If you're going to tell me I was out of place you can just shove---"

"----was sexy as fuck, Icy. If I didn't have a meeting right now you'd be fucked over my desk until you couldn't walk, fast and hard, baby. You claimed your man in front of everyone."

Zara groaned resting her forehead on his chest. A bit of embarrassment leaching in. Only a bit, because she'd meant every word of it.

"I did, didn't I?"

"Damn right. Pleased as fuck, Icy. Kiss your man."

"Rider..."

"Kiss your fuckin' man, baby. Wanna taste all that sweetness on my tongue, take it with me until I see you again."

She practically fell into his mouth, sucking on his tongue, giving him everything he wanted while she shoved fingers through his hair. Her nipples ached for attention from him, aching between her thighs, that place was no better either, shamelessly wanting Rider's fingers there rubbing her to the finish line. When he pulled back Zara was panting and Rider looked like the cat that got the cream, smirking gorgeously smug.

"Go do important things, bad biker man. I left your food on the bar, go grab it. I'm getting some sort of order in the kitchen. I'll be around if you need me, okay?"

"Same goes, Icy." another long unhurried kiss pressed to her lips and she watched the backside of him stride away.

So, sosohot. Damn, she was going to be stuck with hard nipples all day long.

As she walked off in the direction of the bustling kitchen, she could hear;

“Pay the fuck up, asswipe. Didn’t I tell you our Z-girl would find her backbone and be fierce as a hell kitten when she snapped? Yup yup…Pay me!”

“Motherfucker. I was one day off with the pool, Preach. Come on!”

“Bawl it out to your mama, pussy. I want paying. I won.”

Money exchanged hands. Zara grinning to herself, a little cock to her hip walking down to the kitchen.

She only wished Tiny was here so she could share her small victory with him. In some ways, she probably wouldn’t have stood up for herself without him being responsible for it boosting her confidence in her place within the MC. Her smile turned a little sad, she would miss that giant, the first one to be kind to her.

“Thank you.” she whispered and got to work.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

“Got my girl and a quart of ice cream. Dirty wicked things will happen, baby. “ – Rider

Nothing put pressure on a president and his club like the sudden death of one of his own. Rider was feeling it creak through his every bone, his head pounding right at the temples.

Poor fucking Tiny. He hated it.

His face was lined with fatigue, how long had it been since he'd properly slept now? days, too much to oversee, but his eyes were sharp as they zeroed in on Zara. His Icy had been avoiding him and he didn't like that one damn bit. He didn't even think she was doing it deliberately, they were in a good place, or so he thought, maybe not if she wasn't going out of her way to see him when they were in the same damn place at the same damn time. She probably thought she was giving him space, but it was the last thing he wanted.

She'd had one helluva showdown with the club's groupies, his boys in awe of her gumption, he'd been proud-as-fuck watching her blaze glory, standing her ground as his woman exerting her authority as he'd known she'd have to do, he'd wanted to jump in when it looked like Shandi was about to give her a mouthful, but bitches recognized royalty and Zara was his queen in every way it mattered. Since then, though, through meetings and attending Tiny's memorial with the close family and a whole procession of club members showing off their colors and patches riding through the town, she'd kept to herself, on the fringes.

Oh, hesawplenty of her, she brought him and his boys food, beers and coffee, took away the empty plates, kissed his forehead, asked if he was okay, but for three nights now while the lockdown was in place waiting for the other shoe to drop from Hades, she'd been asleep long before he hit the bed.

He fucking missed her.

Prowling forward he ignored the speculative glances and raised brows from his men. He was too tired for conversations, he wanted one thing only.

"Come on." He told her catching hold of her hand.

"Hold up, honey. Where are we going?"

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