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"For fucking ever," says Badass.

"Then I declare to the club that Natalie is your old lady, claimed and owned. If any of the rest of you fuckers even think about fucking around with your brothers' lady, I'm gonna fucking keelhaul ya. Read me?"

"We read you!" yells every biker in the room, followed by a cheer.

"And now! Cupcakes!"

And the whole café devolves into a feeding frenzy. Man, I was hoping that people would like them, but holy crap.

Badass sweeps me right up in those huge arms of his. "You fucking did it."

Animal closes in behind me and with a hand on my ass, leans in to kiss the back of my neck. "I like that you didn't bake any muffins, though. That muffin's just for us."

"Jesus, Animal," I groan.

"No regrets?" asks Quickshot. He slides his fingers through my hair, running his fingertips firmly over my scalp. I lean into it before I answer.

"None. Only that the Unwanted didn't sell me to you earlier."

The guys laugh. "I think the timing was okay," says Badass. "You needed to get your sister out of a tough spot first."

"Yeah, I guess so. I've never been to a biker wedding before. What's next?" I wrap my arms around Badass's neck.

"We either take you right on the counter over there in front of everyone, or you 'give us a tour of the bakery' downstairs," says Animal with a wide grin. "What's getting a new old lady for if it's not for consummating?"

"You guys!" I smack him on the chest, acting all scandalized. Then, more seriously, "The bakery."

"You got it babe," says Quickshot and leads the way. I doubt anyone has any doubts about what we're up to, but I pretend that they don't as the guys bring me into the back room and down the stairs to my spanking new bakery.

Then again, it's not like they haven't heard us before.

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NATALIE

God,I'm nervous. Zoe said that I had the basic hang of it at least, but I think she was just being nice. But I’m committed now. I've taken the lessons, and the guys are about to get the show they never expected.

We've got a couple of hours until the Eagles' Roost opens, and I got Chef to promise that the bar is off limits until then. Ideally, this time, he won't walk in on us with the opening crew in tow.

I check myself in the mirror one last time, then draw a deep breath. "You guys ready out there?"

Even though their response is enthusiastic, I almost chicken out for like the tenth time today. What if they just laugh, or think it's dumb? But no. I can't think that. They've been practically begging me for this since we met, and you know what? If they don't like it, that's on them. I'm going to do my best, and just count on them knowing better than to make fun of me for it.

Before any more second thoughts—more like fifteenth or sixteenth thoughts at this point—I tap play on my phone, which is Bluetooth connected to the house sound system. A moment later the first song in my playlist starts, a slow song with sexy vocals and a driving beat.

Almost like it was designed for strip tease and pole dancing.

Then I pull the curtain aside and stride out with determined steps and swiveling hips, just like Zoe taught me.

It's worth it just to see their jaws drop.

All I've got on is a button-down men’s' shirt, a nearly see-through front clasp bra and a pair of lacy black panties. Oh, and the tallest fuck-me heels I could trust myself to walk in. Apparently, they don't hate it.

I grab the pole for support, and swing around. I'm not going to try to climb the stupid thing, but Zoe showed me all sorts of ways of working it into my stripping act for the guys without having to get all athletic like she does. Some things are best left to the pros, at least until I've had more time to practice.

Animal whoops as I come around to face him, while Badass and Quickshot watch me like I just fell from the moon. I think they like it, and now that I'm out here, I love showing them what I can do. It's not every day you can spellbind three smartass bikers just by wiggling your ass at them the right way.

I put my back to the pole, slide one hand down so I can hold it for support, then thrust my hips forwards at them in time with the music, before I spin back around so it's between me and them, almost like I'm hiding behind it.

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