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Copyright KyAnn Waters 2024

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I wanted to get to Stormy, but Steele had her attention. He leaned over his kid and whispered into Stormy’s ear. Her lips stretched wide with her smile.

I wanted to stalk her. I wanted in her fucking head because she was fucking with mine. What the fuck was she doing with Steele? Stepping around Scarlett, I crossed the room.

Jazzy plucked the sucker from her mouth. “Your new girl is tits,” she said to me.

Stormy’s brow arched. “Is that a good thing? And I’m not one of his girls.”

“Lucky for me,” Steele said and winked at Stormy as he tipped a longneck bottle of beer to his lips.

She fucking laughed. Nah, fuck that. “I need to talk to you,” I said to her.

“Save my place?” she said to Lili as she scooted her chair back.

“Don’t go.” Lili reached for her hand.

“I promise, I’ll just be a minute.” Her lips curled with a small smile. She sidled around the table. When she noticed I held her duffel bag, she tried to take it.

“I got it.” I nodded toward the hallway. She stepped in front of me. I reached to put my hand on her lower back but let my fingers fall to my side. I couldn’t touch her and not want more. Right now, I wanted my fingers around her neck, her breath on my lips, and her body writhing under mine. I’d settle for one of those fucking smiles she’d given to Steele.

“You met Steele.”

“Yep.” The one word landed with a snap. “I met Scarlett and Skye. Oh, and this morning, Lacey and Clover were here.” She opened the door to our room. “I thanked them for all the stuff, but they let me know you take care of your girls.” Her lips pursed. “And by take care of, I mean, they were explicit.”

I smiled, and she rolled her eyes. Whatever they said, wouldn’t come close to disclosing the shit I’d done. “Stormy—”

“Say less. I’ve heard enough.” She walked in ahead of me. “Levi made sure to introduce me to all the girls. I’m grateful most of the guys have their names on their cuts because I can’t remember them all.”

I paused. “Is this our room?”

I’d asked the girls to pick up some things to make her more comfortable, but they’d transformed the room. A soft gray comforter covered the bed with a few fluffy pillows at the head and a soft throw blanket at the foot.

I set the duffel on the dresser next to bottles of shampoo and shit. A cool evening breeze blew through the open window, but the room carried the provocative scent of wildflowers and vanilla. Her perfume.

“This doesn’t have to be our room.” She grabbed the duffel, unzipped it, and dug through the items. “Steele moved in across the hall. If I need anything, I can ask him.” She pulled baggies full of money from the side. Her shoulders dropped, and she let out a ragged exhale. “I’ll pay him for his services.”

“Not happening.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I didn’t ask for your permission.” She set the money on top of the dresser. “It’s all I have,” she said. “It’ll be enough to get me the hell out of here.”

“You sound irritated.”

“Why should I be irritated?” She opened a drawer and shoved the clothes from the duffel inside. Then she grabbed the cash and dropped onto her hands and knees. “I just don’t want to, I don’t know… I guess I don’t want to be an interference in your life.”

Her words were muffled by her position. A position that had my cock pressing against the fly of my jeans. I adjusted before she could notice, and a low groan climbed up my throat. Her ass swayed as she pushed the baggie under the dresser as far as her fingers allowed.

“You’re my responsibility. You don’t need to hide your money. No one in the MC will steal from me. Since you’re with me, that includes you.”

She stood and pushed her bangs from her face. “No, I’m not. I’m not one of your girls.”

I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. “And you never will be.”

“Thanks. Although I doubt you meant it as a compliment considering your girls, but I’ll take it as one. I’m not going to get on my knees for you. I’m grateful to you, but I’m not paying you with sexual services.”

“Fuck, brown eyes.” I growled. “That isn’t what I meant. You’re beautiful—”

“I wasn’t fishing for a compliment.”

“Let me finish. That attitude would emasculate most men.”

She cocked a brow. “I’m glad there isn’t going to be any weird attraction between us.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I said most men, not me. You don’t need me to tell you that you look good. Those assholes at the Landing Strip paid to see your pussy, not to hear you bitch.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Her shoulders stiffened as she stepped closer. Her eyes narrowed, and her brows furrowed.

“I don’t take clients to bed, so don’t even go there. Don’t forget you were fucking Bristol last night.” Breath gusted over her slightly parted lips.

I couldn’t forget. I couldn’t forget a fucking thing about Stormy. But I couldn’t deny her reactions to me were valid. Anyone but her, I wouldn’t’ve treated any different than one of my girls. I would’ve fucked her, rolled out of bed, and gone home.

But she was different. She was the woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.

If I had known who was in the bed, I wouldn’t have been balls deep in Bristol. “I fucked one of my whores last night. Like you said, I didn’t know it was going to be a slumber party.”

She spun around and ignored my comment. “I appreciate the offer of help, but everyone is getting the wrong idea about us. You’re Bristol’s biker-boyfriend-pimp, and I’m a liability.” She finally looked at me. “But I’m not your liability.”

“I’m not in a relationship with Bristol.”

“You are. And one I won’t be in the middle of.” She was breathing hard, and her pulse fluttered in the hollow of her throat. She touched her tongue to her lip, and then swallowed. “I think if we wait a couple days, I can get out of town. If I go to Vegas, I can dance, and it’s far from here.”

She wanted to run. Maybe from her ex. Maybe from me. I couldn’t let her go, not until I knew she’d be safe.

“You don’t want to live your life looking over your shoulder.”

She rested her hand on my forearm. The soft touch of her fingertips burned like fire against my flesh. I uncrossed my arms and took a step back from her. Jesus, one touch had my gut knotted and heat slipping beneath my skin.

She tucked her fingers into the back pocket of her jeans. “I can’t stay.”

“Decide once you don’t have a reason to run.”

“Even without Emerson, I’m always going to have a reason to run.” She brushed past me.

Maybe she was right. No way was she sticking around. Not for a guy like me. And not for any of my Heller brothers.

“Stay away from Steele.”

She twisted and glanced over her shoulder. “Why?”

Because I didn’t like the way he looked at her, and I fucking hated the way she had looked at him. “Like you just said, you won’t be here long enough to make friends.”

“I know, and you’re right.” She tilted her head. “I hate that I need your help.”

Her gaze penetrated mine, hitting me in the gut and sinking lower. The brattier her attitude, the harder she made my cock.

“But I know I do,” she continued. “Because I don’t want to make the situation worse, I’m willing to do what you tell me to.”

She shouldn’t say shit like that to me. I’d tell her to keep those brown eyes locked on mine as I split her thighs and buried my face between her legs.

Her hand rested on the door handle. “If I need your permission on who I spend time with or become friends with while I’m here in the MC, then I’ll go. Because you don’t get to make those decisions.”

“I’m not talking about friendship. I’m talking about fucking my brothers.”

She turned and walked out, and I didn’t have to guess who she was going to.

Fuck. I wanted in her bed, but Stormy was never going to forget about last night. But she was mistaken if she believed I’d let her play old lady to another patch in my club.

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