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“Fuck, Levi. I don’t know what you want me to do.” I sat on the end of my bed in my room in the back of the MC, holding her again.

“I hate him.” She sniffed snot. Tears trickled from her eyes and soaked into my cut.

She didn’t. That was the problem. She’d fallen in love with a guy who fell in love with every woman he met. Love as in fucked. Romeo earned his name. And he’d been wrecking Levi for years without even realizing it.

“I hate her, too,” she said.

“Nah. If you hate every girl who falls for Romeo, you won’t have any friends.”

She hiccupped on a laugh. “Why do you think you’re my best friend? I know you’re not going to screw him.”

“I don’t know. He’s pretty for a guy.”

“She’s such a slut just like him. Sometimes, I think about how good it would feel to use a sixteenth century ripper to tear her breasts from her body. They have to be fake. No one has tits that big. If they do, they hang like udders to their belly button. Maybe she just wears Victoria Secret.”

“Sometimes, I think you’re my evil twin.”

Her brows furrowed, but her lips hinted at a smile. “Which part? Do you want to rip her tits off, too, or do you wonder if they’re fake?”

I didn’t have to wonder. They were real. The way they swayed beneath her tight shirts, especially when she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she’d get off the back of Romeo’s bike, those perfect nipples puckered and teased. Pippa had the curves of a girl from my dad’s collection of Playboy Magazines.

Men beat off to girls who looked like Pippa. And some went behind the clubhouse after they watched their best friend fuck her to blow their load.

“They must be fake,” I said, rather than admit to the violent fucking needs raging through my veins. I’d stopped questioning the why. I was a sick, twisted fuck .

I no longer fought what I wanted. Acceptance didn’t mean I’d quenched my particular thirst. Occasionally, I worked for Bullet, muscle for his girls at the strip club. They needed protection for their side work. Paid pussy. I didn’t wait outside the room while they served their clients.

I watched.

I didn’t want to fuck Romeo up for touching what I wanted for myself. I wondered what was wrong with me because I craved the scent of sex. The musk of cum. The whimpers of a woman getting crammed full of cock.

“Pippa’s different.”

Levi had read my mind.

“Except for Kiss, this is the longest Romeo’s ever dated a girl.”

“Romeo doesn’t date.” I scooted up on the bed and patted the spot next to me. I’d shared a bed with Levi more times than I could count. We were kindred spirits. Those spirits just happened to be dark, tormented souls.

“I don’t hate Hana,” she said, snuggling against me. “But only because she’s Vance’s sister. I’d sew Pippa’s legs together to keep Romeo from getting between them. She’s such a slut.”

I kissed her temple. Unrequited love sucked. If I could undo her feelings for Romeo, I would. Levi was a tragic love song whereas I relished my misery like an aged brandy, a potent elixir to be sipped and savored.

Once I turned off the lamp, it didn’t take long before she softly snored in my bed. Muted music still filtered into my room.

A light tapping sounded on the door .

“Come in.” I sat up, keeping Levi tucked next to me.

“Hey, I’m looking for Levi,” Jazzy said as she opened the door. Light from the corridor spilled into the room and slashed across the bed.

“She’s in here with me.”

The door opened wider. Pippa stood behind Jazzy, her gaze shifting between me and Levi. The smile fell from her face. Fuck. Not that she had any reason to bitch about a woman in my bed, considering Romeo had his tongue buried in her cunt an hour ago.

Pippa rested a hand on Jazzy’s shoulder. “I’m going to go.”

Before I could go after her, she’d disappeared down the hall.

“Is she okay?” Jazzy asked about Levi.

“She’s good. Same shit. Same guy.”

Jazzy should understand. Rogue had her twisted into knots. No way that was going to happen either. We all had fucked up attractions, except Blade and Hana. Their relationship hadn’t been easy considering his old man had threatened to hurt her and her brother had threatened to beat the shit out of Blade for touching his sister. Vance had come around. Not that Hana was the type of girl to back down. And Razor was dead.

Jazzy leaned against the door. “I was going to take Levi home.”

“Leave her. She can stay with me.”

“I’ll be back in the morning. Don’t let her sleep in. She has classes. The new semester starts tomorrow. I promised her a coffee and donut at Vintage Brew. I’m glad she has you. ”

“You have me, too.” Not in the way Levi had me. We were each other’s lifelines, at least I was hers. She liked to believe she was mine. I didn’t want saving. The darker the waters, the more I wanted to drown.

“See you tomorrow.”

With the door open, I listened to the voices coming from the chapel. It had been a long time since laughter filled the MC. Heroin had poisoned our club for the last three years. Some of the old timers, and Razor’s supporters still had a love for H.

When Vance had left, we stopped dealing in illegal firearms. The guy with the golden arm had gone legit. Rogue and Blade were working to change the club. I wasn’t sure.

My dad had gone to the country club, otherwise known as county lockup, for the MC. In a battle with the cartel and our rival MC, the Crawlers, Texas had lost his life. With Blade as president and Rogue as his VP, I couldn’t imagine us getting mixed up with the cartel again.

Hellers were getting out of the heroin business.

That should keep peace with the Night Crawlers.

I must have drifted off to sleep. When I opened my eyes, the clubhouse had grown quiet. Levi slept burrowed against me. I slipped out of bed and covered her with the blanket.

I lit a cigarette and made my way into the chapel.

What the fuck? Inauguration day hell. Prospects were going to be busy tomorrow on clean up. Trash and beer bottles littered tables. Passed-out drunks slept on empty, pizza boxes. A cloud of smoke hung in the air.

Pippa came into the room carrying her shoes. With a tug, she adjusted her rumpled skirt and top. Her wild curls tumbled over her shoulder.

“Hey,” I said. Smoke streamed from my nostrils on an exhale.

She ignored me and crossed to the front door of the club.

“Where are you going?” I jogged to catch her before she slipped out the door. With my arm braced above her head, I held the door closed. Not that she wasn’t safe behind the fences of the MC, but it was two o’clock in the morning.

Her gaze narrowed on me. “Home. Move.”

“Bad night?”

“Getting worse if you don’t move your arm. I’m calling a ride share to take me home.”

“I’ll see you home.”

She snorted. “I think you’ve seen enough of me.”

“Ah. You’re pissed.” I lowered my voice and leaned into her. “When you fuck in public, people watch.”

She sucked in a little breath. Her pulse fluttered in the column of her neck. I wanted my tongue there, to taste her warm flesh, to feel her tremble against me.

Her wild eyes searched my face. My gut tightened as her pink tongue slicked across her bottom lip. “We didn’t know you were there.”

“You still would’ve fucked him in front of me.”

She shoved me hard, pushing me out of the way .

I followed her outside.

“Pip, wait.”

She stilled, but her shoulders stiffened.

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking. This is the most you’ve ever spoken to me in a single conversation.”

“Somewhere more private?” Bullet, Elvis, and Flea gathered around the fire in the oil drum. I nodded to them with my chin.

“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest, swelling her cleavage. The cool night air beaded her nipples. She dropped her arms. “Seriously?”

“What? You expect a guy not to notice you have an amazing rack?”

“You don’t have to look.”

I cocked a brow. “With you, yeah, I look. You know I look. You make sure I see you.”

She shook her head. “I don’t.”

“Liar.”

I had Bullet’s attention because I had Romeo’s girl in an intimate conversation at two in the morning. Hellers didn’t touch another patch’s old lady. “We’re not doing this with an audience.”

Her lips twisted. “Isn’t that what you like?”

“I am the audience. Come on.” I didn’t touch her but expected her to follow me around the side of the building. We could talk in the playhouse.

“Dozer, wait.”

I glanced over my shoulder. She bent to slip on her high-heel shoe.

“Get on.” I turned my back to her and squatted.

“Absolutely not. ”

“It’s just a piggyback ride,” I said with my cigarette clamped between my lips.

She hesitated a moment, then wrapped her arms over my shoulders. Her shoes dangled from her fingers. I reached back, put my arms underneath her legs and stood. I jostled her into a secure position on my back and headed into the darkness of the scrub.

The crush of her breasts against my cut, the soft velvety smoothness of her thighs against my palms, and the heat of her pussy burning into me had my dick stretching.

Her dark silken hair draped over my shoulder. I could smell Romeo on her. The woodsy scent of the cologne he wore mingled with the flower and spice of her perfume.

“No, somewhere else,” she said as I approached the playhouse. “I’m not going to relive our encounter with you.”

I chuckled. “Like I could forget.”

Her breath warmed my neck. “Why did you watch?”

“Because you’re beautiful when you come.” With her lips parted, her legs spread, wet folds, and hands clenched. But it wasn’t just Pippa. Romeo’s muscles had flexed and moved. His body, lean and chiseled, had overpowered hers. He had pinned her to the stone porch.

As his cock penetrated deep into her pussy, he’d possessed her, become part of her as long as he’d been inside of her. I growled with the memory.

I passed the mausoleum and stomped through weeds to the largest, thick oak. An old wooden swing hung from worn rope .

Squatting down, I balanced as she climbed from my back and adjusted her skirt. Then she scooted her ass onto the wooden plank, but she didn’t send it swinging. Her fingers gripped the rope.

“We shouldn’t be out here,” she said. “Levi might wake up and look for you.”

I leaned against the tree. “Shouldn’t you be worried about Romeo?”

She swiveled the swing in my direction. “He’s sleeping. That’s why I decided to leave. I have classes in the morning. I need to get some sleep.”

I straightened the swing, positioned behind her, and curled my fingers over hers. “Did you tell Romeo?”

She tried to slide her hands lower on the rope, but I held her tight. “No.”

“Why?” I breathed in her scent. Warmth from her back burned into my chest.

“Because Hellers like to fight.”

Her quivering voice teased the predatory beast inside me. A snarl, the first glint of sharp fangs of desire, and the coiling of hunger. Tonight, she’d rippled the waters.

“I’ve never fought for pussy before. I’d fight for yours.” I pushed the swing.

“I’m with Romeo.”

“That doesn’t change that I want you.”

She bristled. “What about Levi?”

I wanted a sexual encounter with her and Romeo, and she was fixated on the girl in my bed. I couldn’t stop the twist of pleasure in my gut.

“My wanting to fuck you has nothing to do with Levi. ”

“Are you involved with her?” Pippa dragged her feet through the weeds to stop the swing and winced. “Ouch.”

I shifted and squatted in front of her. Holding her foot, I brushed the sticker from the bottom of her toe. I stared into her eyes, and my fingers trailed higher onto her ankle. “There’s only one woman I’m interested in.”

She pulled her leg away. “You can stop touching me. I’m not going to cheat on Romeo with another Heller.”

“That’s an interesting clarification,” I said and stood. “Is it only Hellers you’re opposed to fucking? Do you expect Romeo to be faithful to you?”

She shrugged. “I haven’t asked him to be exclusive. Good thing, since I’ve learned a lot about life in the MC. I’ve asked him not to flaunt other girls in front of me.”

“You wouldn’t watch?” I pulled another joint from my pocket, clenched it between my teeth as I fished my lighter from my pocket. I snapped open the lid. The flare of light burned between us as I lit the tip and drew in a deep breath.

Confusion crossed her features. “Did you watch a lot of PornHub growing up?”

I chuckled as I blew a thin ribbon of smoke into the night air. “Nah.” I stepped closer to her. “It’s not the same as seeing the flush of color, to hear the strangled gasp.”

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

“A woman trembles as she falls.” My lips were a whisper away from her ear. “You’re fucking breathtaking when you come. Your long lashes fluttered. You licked your lips. And you stared at me. Did knowing I watched turn you on?”

She didn’t speak for a moment. “Aren’t you going to share?”

“You can catch a ride. Open.” I took another hit off my blunt, then hovered my lips over hers. “Inhale.”

Her lips parted. I exhaled, and she sucked my potent breath into her lungs. When she blew out, I inhaled it again because I needed something that had been inside her inside me. Then I exhaled.

“Answer my question. Was I in your head when you came all over his cock?” I took another pull off the blunt and held it while I waited.

“Yes.”

I blew out, and again, she inhaled my smoke.

Her gaze met mine as she exhaled. “Would you sleep with me even though I’m with Romeo?”

I handed her the joint. She took a couple puffs. I waited. She leaned in, clutching my shirt in her small fist. Her lips barely touched mine as she transferred her breath to me.

I desperately ached to slide my tongue along hers, but she pulled back. I held her exhale, just to hold onto her a moment longer. Then I breathed out. “I want to fuck you right now, Pippa.”

Her eyes widened.

“I’d have buried my face in your pussy the moment he pulled his cock from your cunt. Next time you suck his dick, know that I’d devour your mouth, and taste his cum as long as it was on your tongue.”

“Dozer,” she said, breathless.

“Does that make you want to fuck me? ”

With her sitting on the plank and her thighs spread, I closed the space between us. I took a long drag off the blunt and blew it into her face.

She breathed me in and then said, “It makes me want to give Romeo head.”