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“Maybe she’ll show up here one day like Sam, with a kid in tow,” Blade joked, shoving Jack’s shoulder.

“Asshole,” Jack muttered without heat.

The two of them constantly went back and forth, busting each other’s balls. Jack just had to be careful what he said about Beck when King was around.

“We can decide once we find this asshole. Until then, he owns it and there’s nothing we can do.”

King was right. I could think about the motel all I wanted, but until we found Kelley, I couldn’t do shit. Once we located him though, I was pretty sure I could convince him to give me a good deal.

I smiled to myself, thinking about all the ways I could convince Kelley to sign the motel over to me.

“What are you smiling about?” Jingles whispered.

“Just thinking about how I can persuade Kelley to hand over the motel.”

“Thought maybe you were thinkin’ about your magic pussy,” he sniggered.

“Fuck off. You just wait. You’ll meet a girl one day who will knock you on your ass.”

“Not a chance,” he insisted.

“Hey, tweedle dum and dee. Something you wanna share with the class?” King asked, his patience wearing thin.

“Nope,” Jingles assured him, and I sat back in my chair, focused on my president.

By the time church was over, we spread out in the main room. Sitting at the bar, nursing a beer, I thought about Lyssa.

She was magic.

It wasn’t just her pussy though. There was something about her I just couldn’t let go of. The way she held her own as I fucked her with my eyes on the dance floor and then my cock in that bathroom.

She was confident. She knew what she wanted, and she went for it. Until we got outside. Something changed between the bathroom and the exit, and damn if I knew what it was.

“Hey, Ghost.”

“Hey, Amber.”

“Why are you drinking all alone?”

“I’m not; you’re here.” I tipped my beer against the one the prospect set down for her.

“You know what I mean. The girls are a little whiney.”

“Oh yea?” I knew what she was getting at. When I got back from Oklahoma, the club girls held no appeal. I wanted Lyssa. She was all I thought about for weeks.

When it was clear I had no hope of finding her, I gave in and spent a few nights with Tiffany and Jade. Even gave Crystal a shot once she turned twenty. But all I could think about was the princess in the tight jeans.

So, the only action I’ve gotten for weeks was my fucking hand.

This was not how a biker lived. If she was here, or I knew how to find her, it would be different. But she broke my fucking dick.

Sure, it still worked. But only with visions of her in my head. And while the club girls were here for a reason and of their own free will, I still felt like a dick using them that way.

“Yup. Word on the street is you’ve been celibate.” She took a drink of her beer. When she set it back on the bar, she leaned her chin into her palm, held by her elbow while she looked at me.

“What do you want me to say?”

“So, it’s true?”