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“It’s a cute name. They can keep Cupcake,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. A shiver goes up my spine. “But only I get to call you my baby.”

“You’re also the only one who calls me Luella,” I remind him and moan softly as his tongue trails across my skin.

Bones has stopped chewing and is staring with his blue eyes open wide. “Fuck, you two are walking Viagra,” he murmurs, openly adjusting himself.

“I’m going to have a shower and get ready, then you’re on the back of my bike,” Haze rasps, reluctantly stepping away from me. “I’ll be back, and don’t worry, I won’t wash Harry down the drain.”

“I appreciate it,” I call out, ignoring his snickering as he walks away.

“Haze should put ‘Cupcake’ on your property patch,” Bones casually comments, nodding to himself. “With a picture of a cupcake…” he pauses, tilting his head to the side, “… with a serpent coming out of it.”

“You’re talking like I’m definitely getting a property patch. He’s claimed me, yes, but he never said anything about that.”

Bones licks some maple syrup off his fingers, then picks up another one. He makes a show of putting the whole thing in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Cupcake, I don’t know any man who has claimed a woman and not put a patch on her. And you’re a feeder. That’s a top-tier woman right there.”

A feeder?

The things that come out of his mouth.

“Knowing my luck, I’ll be the first,” I grumble, and he laughs. “If he doesn’t put one on you, I will.”

His blue eyes twinkle with mirth. “Actually, come sit on my lap and kiss me. It might get him moving faster.”

“I can’t even tell if you’re joking or not, but I need to get ready for my first motorcycle ride.” I smile, kissing Bones’ head as I pass him.

“And he’s taking your riding virginity, lucky bastard.”

“Ora’s making her Sri Lankan beef curry for dinner tonight,” I call out.

“Fuck yeah!” He cheers, and I shake my head, stopping in my tracks when I realize something.

I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.

HAZE

Glancing down, I see her hands come around me, gripping my abs, and something in my chest tightens. Her breasts are pressed against my back, her warm body as close to mine as it can get. I take my left hand off the handlebar and place it on her calf, giving it a squeeze. It’s a possessive hold and a comforting one.

She’s made to be on the back of my bike.

The sun is out, and it’s a beautiful day, so I decide to take her out for lunch at a café opposite the beach. With everything going on, it’s nice to have some time with just her, away from the clubhouse. I take the scenic yet longer route, wanting her to enjoy her first ride. I feel proud to have her on the back of my bike. This moment has been a long time coming.

When I park my bike, I get off first and help Luella off. She removes her helmet, a few wild curls escaping from her plait.

“That was amazing!” She smiles, her eyes lit up. “Seriously, I get why you guys are obsessed with riding. I can’t remember the last time I felt so free.”

Fucking beautiful.

“You weren’t scared?” I ask her, taking the helmet from her hands and putting it on the back of my bike.

“With you? No,” she replies, and fuck, I can’t help but to pick her up and sit her back on the bike while I kiss her. I’ve made so many mistakes with this woman, but she’s here now, and all that matters is keeping it that way.

She lets out a little squeal when I pick her up and carry her toward the café, only putting her down when we reach the sidewalk.

After we have lunch, we walk along the beach, and on the way home, we stop to check out the progress on the bakery build. Luella smiles when she sees it. The new building will be even bigger and better, and the kitchen is almost double the size it was. She still doesn’t know that I own the building and charge her half the rent she’d be paying elsewhere. Luella also doesn’t know the amount she does pay goes into a savings account for her.

Before we ride back to the clubhouse, I stop and park my bike at one of the hidden rest stops surrounded by thick trees.

“What are we doing?” she asks, jumping off my Harley and looking around.