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Just as well, he thought, because he had a feeling he would have chicked out and toted his woman along with him.

And wouldn’t Luxe love that. Fiery thing would probably punch him in the junk.

Holy fuck. He loved that untameable short fuse of hers.

He must be damn crazy, but he wouldn’t change anything about her.

Maybe her location. This long-distance shit was wearing thin. He was about to break and beg her to move, to give her a key to his shitty condo and ask her to live with him, or to get a better place together. Just as long as she woke in his bed every day so he could slide through the sheets and taste his thief before she was fully awake, to tempt her into moaning while it was dark outside and she was wet intheirbed.

Strange how fast things moved but felt right at the same time. Grinder was nearing forty and he wanted his own old lady.

While he was in his own head a mass of blonde hair came out from the entryway carrying a crate of beers, wind blowing it in her face, Rider growled and broke off from the crowd, instantly going to his woman. No one would dare suggest their president was pussy-whipped, not if they wanted to keep all of his teeth.

“Jesus, Zara. I thought I told you to delegate this shit an hour ago and rest?” complained Rider striding towards his old lady, he took the crate from her and dumped it on the floor.

Telling a woman what to do...Oh, damn, if Grinder was gonna be witness to his president’s murder maybe he ought to get his feet to moving, cause he’d seen Z-girl erupt her temper last year on the groupies and that verbal beat down had been brutal. Entertaining as shit, but brutal. Now it was her old man’s turn if the frown on her flushed face was any indication. Like any decent friend would do Grinder parked his ass at the bar and watched. “I’m fine, I want to do it.” She told him, resting her forehead on Rider’s chest when he brought her in, rubbing both her bare arms. Cute as hell Rider’s old lady was wearing her custom pink queen cut.

“You’re worn out. I’m taking you home.”

“Biker-man….”

“Zara. At least pass some of the jobs to the groupies for fucks sake. It’s what they’re here for.”

“Okay. I will,” a beat of silence. “I miss Tiny. It just hit me earlier when I was in the kitchen that he’s really not here.”

Damn. Didn’t they all miss him. That giant was missed by all. He would have slaughtered ten pigs and had them roasting by now.

Rider’s voice softened and Grinder looked away while the prez got gentle with his woman, no one needed to see more of their PDA, or he might hurl.

Just then he felt the fine hairs on the back of his neck raise, he swerved his head and striding in through the door was his own thief.Fuck. His heart just about galloped as he stepped off the stool and met her halfway.

What had he been saying again about PDA? He couldn’t think while he had his tongue in his girl’s mouth kissing her hello.

“Wow. I think you missed me.” She grinned up and ran her thumb against his beard.

“I wasn’t sure if you were getting in today.”

“Yeah, had some things change schedule so here I am.” Her dark eyes scanned as she turned in a circle, but it had been days since he’d seen Luxe, he wasn’t letting her out of touching distance any time soon. Though he had duties around the club he was very tempted to drag her home and welcome her back properly.

And very naked.

“What’s going on here? Is there some kind of biker convention in town? I’ve never seen so many of you all in one place. There’s a guy outside putting up a hammock.”

Grinder chuckled. Sounded like One-eye Pete. “Yeah, love. Remember I told you about the anniversary bash this weekend? Liquor, grub and orgies.”

Her head came up some fast Grinder barked a laugh. “Aren’t you the funny man.”

It was half-true, but he wasn’t about to enlighten his thief to potential sex shows. Things got wild at any RS party and now there was more than twenty chapters in town already, days before the main event, and it seemed like the groupies had swelled overnight, it wasn’t gonna be any sedated party, that was for sure.

For the first time Grinder wasn’t interested in staying around for them. “We can get out of here if you want.” He suggested.

“And tear you away from your little boy’s club.” She teased, making him want to bite her right there on her bottom lip she jutted out saucily.

He grabbed her and sat her on his lap.

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Turns out a Renegade Souls MC party was much the same as an Apollo Kingsmen party she’d been to over the years. Too much noise, liquor flowing by the ocean load and a lot of rowdy men and boobs wherever you looked.

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