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I smile as he deepens the kiss, our bodies needing that connection. “I have Church in five minutes, but I want you in my room tonight. Our new bed arrived. New sheets. New everything. My room is bigger, and my bed is a king. And if we ever decide to move into my house and out of the clubhouse, I’ve had no woman in that bed either.”

My eyes widen when I realize he knows exactly why I am avoiding going in there. “Okay,” I whisper.

“Okay.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

Fuck, he is beautiful.

“How can I want you again?” he growls, playing with the ball of his tongue ring. “I can’t get enough of you, and it’s becoming a problem. No, a fucking obsession.”

“Well, I feel the same way.” I sigh, and he winks at me before heading off to his club meeting.

I grab my Kindle and head out to sit by the pool.

It’s been a really nice break.

But I can’t wait until Lu’s Sweet Treats is up and running again.

HAZE

It’s been a few days since I told Luella I loved her, and things have been amazing between us. The clubhouse is having a party tonight, which is perfect for what I have planned. The women are all getting ready, and I’m sitting at the bar with Prez and War, having a drink.

“I don’t think the pole room is turning out how the women wanted it,” War comments with a smirk, watching as the twins take Rose and Brandy in there. They don’t even bother closing the door.

“No, it’s more like a sex room.” I smirk, thinking back to how Luella caught Suit and Angel in there. “Luella walked in on some shit she didn’t want to see.”

“I think it only makes them like it more.” Prez chuckles, his blue eyes smiling. He’s been happier since Ora came into his life. And I know all about how a good woman can change everything.

“The twins are out of control,” War mutters, but he sounds amused. “And don’t get me started on Lore.”

“As long as they all stay away from Luella, I don’t care.”

Both their gazes cut to me.

“Have to admit, brother… never thought I’d see the day you’d settle for one pussy,” War smirks.

“Not settling for anything,” I reply, grabbing the neck of my beer bottle and lifting it to my lips. “Would choose Luella over anything.”

“Lost another one.” Prez grins, running his hand down his beard. “Who is going to be next?”

Ghost steps into the room, glancing around before walking over to us. “Not him,” War mutters, and Prez barks out a laugh.

Ghost takes the seat next to me, leaning back against the bar. He’s silent for a few moments before he speaks, “You’re going to owe me for this.”

“I know,” I reply, wincing. I fucking hate owing anyone a marker. But someone like Ghost? I just know it’s going to come back and bite me in the ass.

He nods once, running a hand over his bald head. “I’ll get what you need.”

“Appreciate you, brother.”

He stands up and, with a nod at War and Prez, walks away.

“What was that about?” Prez asks, brow furrowing.

Leaning closer to them, I tell them what I have up my sleeve.

“Fuck,” War comments, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s kind of fucked up.”

“You got any better ideas?” I ask, scowling.