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“They are not taking that beast for a walk. And we agreed to keep it behind closed,lockeddoors.”
“Regrettin’ that agreement,” he muttered.
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“What question?”
She sighed. “Really?”
His cocky grin should be a total turn-off, not the exact opposite.
Goddamn it!Why did he have this effect on her?
“We debated chargin’ a percentage or a flat fee per delivery. The officers agreed to take a percentage of your sales when it comes to the delivered shit. This way the club can continue to pay for the ingredients for you.”
Sometimes talking to him was like pulling teeth. “And what’s the percentage?”
She braced herself, worried that it would be some outrageous amount. Having them buy the ingredients was a huge help but she still needed to make a profit. She wasn’t going to do all the work for free.
His answering grimace made her stomach flip. “What?”
“Started to discuss it and the meetin’ got off track.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head.
“How ‘bout this? Won’t charge you for the stuff delivered tomorrow. Will corner Ransom soon and get a number for you.”
“Can you convince him to keep that number low?” Very low, if it was up to her.
His answering smile blinded her. “Might be easier to convince him if you suck my dick tonight.”
“Why does everything have to be a negotiation?”
Stone shrugged. “Okay, then I’m just gonna tell you…suck my cock tonight.”
“Stone…”
“We ain’t gonna fuck you.” He leaned in closer again with a look in his dark eyes that made her lose her breath. “The Kings won’t, but I sure as fuck will.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Stone twistedthe throttle to make sure he didn’t drop too far back and out of formation.
Despite being vice president, Stone usually took tail with Ogre. Once voted in, the sergeant at arms began to ride in the back of the lineup where it was easier to keep an eye on everyone. He hated to keep looking behind him to make sure everyone was okay.
Instead, Wheels, their road captain, led the pack taking the VP’s normal spot and Ransom, the president, rode to his left.
The formation was long this afternoon. Since the weather was perfect—a rare occurrence in Pennsylvania—almost everyone had joined the run.
Because Taryn was able to convince her mother to watch the kids—thank fuck—her pussy was currently smashed against his ass, her tits into his back, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and her hands planted firmly on his gut under his cut.
For some damn reason, having her on the back of his sledjust felt right. And that spot wasn’t normally filled unless he brought along Sunny.
Not even twenty minutes into the run, Stone curled a possessive hand around her knee. Because, again, it felt natural. Of fucking course, that got some looks of surprise from his nosy-assed brothers.
Thank fuck he didn’t give a shit about what they thought.
The same way he didn’t give a fuck about the smart-ass grins he got when he originally pulled up to the formation with Taryn as his backpack.
