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He smirks and bites his lower lip. “You trying to get me killed, Cupcake?”

“Oh God, not you too.”

He laughs and throws a packet of XL condoms into the cart, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

I smirk. “You fucking the club girls?”

He shakes his head. “I actually need a connection to fuck someone. Call me old-fashioned,” he replies, shrugging his broad shoulders.

“I think that’s very sweet,” I say, smiling warmly.

If only Haze had that same mentality.

“Women don’t want… sweet.”

“The right woman will, and that’s the only one you need to impress.”

“Okay, stop reminding me how fucking perfect you are because you’re taken,” he replies with a sigh, and I wink at him.

We check out, Blade pays, and we get the hell out of there. He carries the groceries to the car.

I’ve just returned to the clubhouse when Haze gets back, beelining for me, picking me up, and throwing me over his shoulder. I’m laughing as he all but runs up the stairs and lays me back on the bed, kissing me hard. “Fuck, I missed you so much,” he says through the kisses.

“Missed you too,” I reply, tearing my lips away. My eyes scan his face. “Aren’t you supposed to be watching Aspen?”

“Danger is watching her for now,” he rasps, gently stroking my hair off my face. His eyes watch me with a softness I never thought I’d ever get from Haze. “I think Pippa must have some drug connections. That’s the only reason she’d be meeting her in a random parking lot.”

“How is she doing?” I ask, saddened when I think about my former friend.

“Not well, but I’ve paid for her rehab. They have an opening next week and will come to the house to get her. So I just need to keep her around here until then,” he explains, resting his forehead against mine. “I have to go back, but I just wanted to see you.”

Pushing him onto his back, I straddle him. “Let me give you a proper taste.”

He smiles, making his dimple pop.

Okay, I might need more than one taste.

Lore is wearing a T-shirt that reads ‘Missionary so we can keep arguing,’ which makes me burst into laughter. “I never pegged you for a missionary guy, Lore.”

“Don’t use my name and the word pegging in the same sentence, Cupcake. You’ll ruin my rep.” He grins, kissing me on both cheeks. “You even smell like cupcakes, darlin’.”

“That’s because I just made some.” I grin, spinning my barstool to face him as he takes a seat next to me. “Where have you been? The Baddies’ chat has been dry without you.”

“I went on a short run to our Dawson chapter for Prez, and then I got a little… distracted while I was there,” he says, a lazy smile playing on his lips. “There’s this one woman, she has the biggest?—”

“Okay, I don’t need to know the details.” I wince, leaning back against the bar. “You know, one day, a woman is going to come along and put you in your place.”

His violet eyes dance with humor. “I don’t think so. I’ve had my share of women, and not one of them has tempted me for more.” He dips his head to the side, lost in thought. His eyes soften.

“Who were you just thinking about?”

“No one,” he fires back.

“Lies.”

“Let me keep a few secrets, Cupcake.”

Daisy appears out of nowhere, pressing her breasts against Lore’s side. “I’ve missed you.”