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“No need to thank me, darlin’. Your shop was collateral damage for shit that was brought to the club’s doorstep. It’s my responsibility to right the wrong.”
Before heading to the clubhouse, Nash and I stop by his place to grab Ozzy. And since we have Ozzy, I drive my truck, and Nash follows behind on his bike. By the time we arrive at the clubhouse, it’s almost five o’clock in the morning. I should be thinking about getting some sleep, but I find myself too wired.
When Nash and I walk into the clubhouse, we notice everyone sitting around except Mystic’s little girl, who’s curled up on the couch and asleep beside Ophelia. Sage sits beside Ophelia on the sofa with her and Salem’s little girl asleep on her chest. Laredo stands with his hip pressed against the bar, his arms crossed over his broad chest, and Mystic huddles in the corner of the room, discussing something with Juneau. The energy in the room is filled with tension as we all share a look.
Behind me, the clubhouse door swings open, and Salem walks in. He immediately seeks out Sage, who rushes to his side with her daughter still asleep in her arms. He then addresses the room. “I’m sure you have all heard by now that there was an incident at Belladonna’s tonight. Until further notice, we’re on lockdown. That means women and kids keep their asses at the clubhouse. Tell me or one of the brothers if you need to go somewhere, and we’ll make arrangements. No one goes anywhere alone.” His next statement is aimed at Juniper,standing with her arms across her chest. “Which means not one of you steps outside this compound unless given the okay.”
“Why are you looking at me when you say that?” Juniper snips.
It’s Mystic and not Salem who answers, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ. Do you always have to throw sass, woman?”
Juniper throws daggers at Mystic. “I don’t think anyone was talking to you.”
Mystic glares while Salem shakes his head. “I don’t have time for this shit. I’m going to bed.”
Sage fails to suppress a giggle while I bite my lip to keep mine from escaping.
The room breaks apart one by one, and heads off to their respective sleeping quarters. I watch as Juneau offers a hand to Lily, who, with a shy smile, takes his offering, and they disappear down the hall behind Salem and Sage. Next, I witness Mystic scowl at Juniper, who counters with an eye roll before he picks his sleeping daughter up off the sofa.
Nash ignores the bickering and turns toward me. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some shuteye.”
“Why don’t you go on without me? I don’t think I could sleep now if I wanted to.”
“Not happenin’. I want you next to me.”
“I don’t think I can sleep, Nash. I’ll toss and turn and keep you up. Maybe I can get an early start on whipping up some breakfast. I know the gang is down for the next few hours, but I’ll make something that will keep, like muffins.”
Nash grips the back of my neck and leans in close. “You’re not makin’ breakfast. Your ass is comin’ to bed with me. If you can’t sleep, I’ll find a way to wear you out so you can sleep.”
My breath hitches. “Wear me out?”
“Yes, wear you out. Now stop arguin’ so we can go to bed where I plan on fuckin’ you until you fall asleep. Deal?” Nash gives me a sexy grin, but he’s not playing.
When it comes to Nash, I find myself giving in a lot. And anytime giving in leads to an orgasm, there will be no arguments from me. My clit tingles. “Deal.”
An hour later, Nash delivered on his promise by fucking me hard and fast in his bed. Afterward, I sucked him off in the shower, and he followed up by making me come on his face. It was glorious, and I am spent.
Nash has, in fact, worn me out because I barely remember my head hitting the pillow before I’m out.
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Shortly after wearing my woman out, I quietly slip from the bed, put on clean clothes, and leave Alice to sleep. I shrug on my cut and look back at her one more time. She’s lying on her side with Ozzy snuggled in the bend behind her knees. After this morning’s disruption and Belladonna’s being trashed, she deserves all the rest she can get.
I step out of the room, leaving the door cracked should Ozzy want to wander out into the rest of the clubhouse and head for the kitchen in search of much-needed caffeine. I push open the kitchen door, the old hinges groaning. Juneau and Harlem sit at the table, looking like they’ve been through the wringer. Juneau is leaning back in his chair, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and Harlem is staring at a mug of hot, steaming coffee in front of him. Neither look at me right away.
My boots thud on the wooden floor as I grab a mug and fill it at the counter. The smell of coffee hits me hard as I take my first sip. It has enough kick to sharpen my senses. I sit at the table, my thoughts churning in my head about the break-in. The smashed glass, trashed shelves, and the look on Alice and Sukie’s faces when they saw the damage.
Juneau breaks the silence with a heavy sigh and runs a hand through his hair. “Appears to be a random break-in, probably some punk ass kids.”
“Bullshit,” Harlem mutters. “It’s never random. Not in our world.”
I nod, taking a sip of coffee. “You got to be smarter than some punk kids to think about destroying the security system and leave no evidence of your identity.”
Before either can respond, the kitchen door swings open, and Ophelia walks in. She’s carrying a bag of groceries, smiling at us as she walks by. She sits the bag on the counter, empties the contents, and rummages through the cabinets and fridge. “Morning, boys,” she says without looking at us. “I’d say the coffee isn’t strong enough for the week we’ve had.”
Juneau chuckles. “That’s the fuckin’ truth.”
