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Romeo leaned over the table and sewed the treasurer patch onto his cut. His smile said everything. He was fucking proud. Romeo was now a board member. I slipped out of the room and made my way into the chapel.

Levi, Jazzy, Pike, and Brenna sat around a table. I groaned. It would have to be Pike to fall for a Heller whore. She sat on his lap and twirled her fingers in the fringe of hair at his neck.

Jazzy leaned over the table. “Hana and I are going ax throwing tomorrow morning. It’s supposed to be entertainment, but I’m thinking of it as extreme hand-to-hand combat training. Do you want to go?” she asked Levi.

A blush crept into Levi’s cheeks. “I can’t.”

Her gaze met mine, then quickly averted to stare across the room to the threshold leading to where the board held church.

“I have a paper due next week. ”

Jazzy paused with her beer halfway to her lips. “You’re still going to Chrome with us.”

“We’ll be there,” Pike said with hands full of Brenna’s hips and ass. He winced every time Brenna shifted on his lap.

“Might want to give it a couple more weeks before you hit the town,” I said to him.

Romeo poured out of church with Blade, Sully, Rogue, and the other board members. My dad should be with him. But since he was still locked up, I should be scheduling another trip to the country club to see him. Seeing him meant seeing my mom, and I wasn’t in a headspace to pretend she wasn’t a piece of shit wife.

“Romeo,” the prospect behind the altar called. “They’re saying you’re buying drinks tonight.”

“First round,” he hollered, and a cheer went up.

“President, what are you having?”

Blade held his bike keys in his hand. “Celebrate another night? I need to pick Hana up from Inked Out.”

“Are you coming back?” Jazzy asked. “And are you going to trust me with her tomorrow? Or do you have to drive us?”

“I’m not coming back tonight, and I can’t go tomorrow. I have some shit to take care of with Rogue.”

The mention of Rogue had her gaze darting around the room. Jazzy had the equivalent of a hard-on for the hardass.

“I’m not staying either. We have a date tonight.” Romeo rested a hand on my shoulder.

“With each other?” Jazzy pursed her lips .

“With Pip,” Romeo said.

A shot of whiskey didn’t cause the heat in my gut the way Romeo’s words did.

Blade chuckled, his gaze shifting from Romeo to me. “Fuck. Brave girl.”

“I’m going home.” Levi slid off her stool. She didn’t spare a glance at me or Romeo as she sidled around us.

“Levi?”

She glanced over her shoulder at Romeo.

“Text me when you get home,” he said.

She nodded and walked away.

“I’ll walk you out.” Blade jogged to catch up with her.

Romeo pulled his motorcycle keys from his pocket. “I’m going to Pippa’s. Are you coming with me?”

A flare of need streaked along my spine, surged into my gut, and burned like acid. I’d seen what warped relationships did to people. I’d watched my mom and dad dance around her indiscretions.

Knowing Romeo already had the girl I wanted surged that bitterness of acid into my throat. He had her. I wanted her. The kiss this morning had only confirmed she wanted us both.

Romeo’s smile hardened with a determined edge. “The only way she comes between us is with one of us in front of her and the other behind her.”

Fuck, I was done fighting it. “Let’s go.”

I followed Romeo out of the MC. We climbed onto our bikes and headed to Pippa’s. My head was five miles ahead of me, imagining her reaction when we showed up together. I prepared myself to be the odd man out, the one who watched from the corner. Watching was only a small piece of what I wanted from her.

Our bikes rumbled up the driveway. As if we were pack hunters, we rested our bikes and approached the house as a pair, intent on claiming our prey.

Romeo knocked on the door. If I were here alone, I would have gone in through the window. I liked the flash of desire on her face when she realized it was me.

The door lock clicked.

“Hi,” she said and opened the door wider to let us in. Then she closed and locked the door.

I couldn’t tell if she’d been sleeping, but she was ready for bed. I hoped to fuck she was ready for more. Now that I was here, there was no way I was leaving. My throat tightened. If I was twisted, they were willing to spiral down with me.

Romeo wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into a kiss. Her arms draped over his shoulders. The over-sized T-shirt lifted, giving me a peek of her tiny white lace panties and luscious ass. Clearly, he was most comfortable staking his claim on her. His tongue slid into her mouth, and his hand tangled in the long, dark curls cascading down her back.

Maybe because I’d broken in a couple times, I made myself comfortable on the couch. I pull my 9mm from my pants, made sure the safety was set, and placed it on the coffee table. Then I shrugged out of my cut.

“I’m getting a drink,” Romeo said .

She hesitantly sat next to me on the couch. She ran her hands along her trim, bare thighs. The scent of her perfume hit me first, then the soft fragrance of warmth and woman. I wasn’t sure how long it took to get a bottle, but I took advantage of the quiet, intimate moment we had alone.

I wrapped my hand around her neck and tugged her closer. “Are you sure?” I asked her, my lips a breath away from hers.

She licked across my lips. “Don’t leave me.”

As if someone counted me down, a timer waiting to detonate, my mouth collided with hers. I crushed her against me, sliding my tongue between her lips. Teeth clashed. She whimpered as I fought to get closer, to crawl inside her.

I growled, cupped her breast, and pinched her nipple through her thin cotton shirt.

“Fuck.”

I pulled back with the sound of Romeo’s whispered word. He tipped a bottle of Jack to his lips. He’s stripped out of his cut and his shirt. Jeans hung low on his hips. I’d watched Romeo with girls, but this was too intimate. He was my brother, my best friend. I worried what we would be tomorrow.

Then Pippa stood from the couch, fingered the edge of her T-shirt, and lifted it over her head. Fuck, I didn’t care about tomorrow. I didn’t care about anything but tonight.

I swallowed the extra spit in my mouth. She was fucking curves and temptation. Hard nipples centered on full, round breasts. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and hung in waves down her flawless olive skin .

Romeo closed in behind her and covered her tits with his rough, tattooed, hands. Her gaze locked on mine as his mouth slid along her neck.

“Fuck, Pip, you smell so good.” His fingers trailed along the flat plain of her belly, a slow, sensual slide lower, dipping behind the lace of her panties.

He lifted his head and stared at me as he slid his finger deeper. “She’s fucking soaked, Doze.”

“Strip her,” I said, the edge of my voice sharp to my own ears.

Romeo hooked a finger into her panties and tugged. The scrap of lace slid along her legs. Once she stepped out of them, he rose and tossed them to me. I rubbed my thumb against the creamy dampness at the crotch.

Pippa’s eyes closed as she took a small step wider and leaned back against Romeo. He glided his fingers to the waxed smooth apex between her legs and thrust two inside of her. Then he lifted his hand and sucked her flavor from his fingers. “She has the sweetest pussy.”

He tipped the bottle for another drink.

She tilted her head back, and he poured whiskey into her mouth. The column of her neck stretched as she swallowed. Then her gaze met mine as she licked a drop from her lips. I wanted that tongue, the way her lips curved up at the corners, the desire banked in her shimmering eyes.

My dick swelled, unbelievably hard. I shoved my hand into the front of my jeans to adjust. Pre-cum trickled from the head, and pressure built in my balls.

I slipped my hand into my pocket, grabbed my cigarettes, and pulled out a blunt from the cellophane. Her gaze tracked every move I made. Stuffing my hand into my jeans pocket, I found my Zippo. As I stood and stepped up to her, I pinched the joint between my lips.

Striking the flame, I lit the joint, inhaled, and waited.

Her lips parted on a sigh. My mouth hovered over hers. I exhaled the smoke as she breathed it in. This time, as she held her breath, I kissed her. She tasted of whiskey and heat. Her velvety tongue glided along mine. Hot and wet. I sucked her mouth, pressing closer, crushing her breasts to my chest.

Romeo tapped my shoulder. I broke the kiss. He set the whiskey on the table, and I handed him the joint.

She lifted the hem of my shirt. My stomach quivered with the first touch of her fingers to my flesh. I reached behind my head, grasped the collar, and tugged it off.

I’d been naked with her before, but not to touch, not to possess, not the way I needed. Mostly not sober. Her fingers gently traced the tattoos on my chest. The Heller mayhem covered my ribs. Dark and disturbing images covered my back and shoulders. Skulls, birds of prey, blood, and violence. All the dangerous thoughts that twisted inside me. Her gaze lifted to mine.

She was none of those things.

Once Romeo had taken a hit, he handed the joint to Pippa. She drew a long steady inhale, stood on her tiptoes, then shared her breath with me. I groaned as she licked my lips and swirled her tongue into my mouth. With a growl, I reached for her hip, but my fingers brushed Romeo’s hand already pinning her between us.

My gaze connected with his. My jaw was tight, my dick hard, and my mind floated on a high.

Romeo smiled as he stepped backwards with Pippa locked tight to him, her back to his chest. His arm banded around her ribs just below her breast. “I’m ready to fuck our girl,” he said.

I burned the last of the blunt with a long hard hit and blew the smoke toward the ceiling. Then I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and followed him into her bedroom.

Pippa

Romeo’s cock ground against my ass. His smiling lips brushed my skin. I loved the way he made me feel, like we had all night to laugh and fuck. No rush and no pressure.

My thoughts stuttered on Dozer. His hooded gaze made me nervous. He didn’t look at me. He stared into me, as if he could see into my soul. If he could, he’d know I didn’t need light and laughter the way I needed him.

Romeo turned me in his arms and slanted his lips over mine. His tongue teased and tempted. God, his mouth. I moaned and delved into his kiss, tasting, sucking, and nibbling. He guided me backwards, and when my legs bumped the mattress, he tumbled me down to the bed.

“Are you happy?” he asked against my lips .

I smiled and weaved my fingers into his long hair. “I am. Make sure he’s okay. Don’t forget he’s here.”

With his knee, he spread my thighs. “I’ve got you.” He spoke low so only I could hear him. “And I’ve got him.”

I nodded and tilted my head, looking for Dozer. He stood behind Romeo, his gaze on me, and the bottle tipped to his lips. Heat rushed through my veins. The one that made me smile hovered over me, and the one who haunted my dreams lurked in the shadows of my room.

The longer we stared at each other, the more his eyes darkened.

Romeo kissed along my neck, across my collarbone, and finally closed his mouth over my nipple. My back bowed as delicious sensations zinged from the stiffening tip into my clit. When he kissed my lips again, I ran my hands over his smooth muscular chest, along the ridges of his torso, and onto his hips. I shifted and licked the flat of his nipple.

“What do you want?” Romeo asked me, a smile playing at his lips.

“I want you to fuck me.” Fuck me for Dozer. “I want you to make me come.” I spoke loud enough for Dozer to hear. “And then I want Dozer.” I craved him. I was desperate for him, to give him what he needed, but he was too far from me.

More. I needed more. I ached to smell him, to touch him. I couldn’t torture him. He wanted me, too, and not just to watch. I could see it in the way he looked at me, the way he pulled me close, then pushed me away .

Romeo lifted off me and unsnapped his jeans. “Dozer, our girl wants you closer.”

I scooted to the center of the bed.

Romeo stripped out of his jeans and boxers. His cock, thick, hard, and ready, stretched toward his navel from a tightly groomed thatch of dark hair. Lean muscle cut his form. His hair flopped onto his face. He combed it back with his fingers.

For a moment, he waited. Then he fisted his cock and stroked the length. His light green eyes danced as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Making Dozer take what he wanted, to drop his hard, cold shield, and trust in us.

My gaze shifted from him to Dozer.

Romeo turned to his best friend and MC brother. “I’m going to fuck her, Doze. Look at her.”

A flush crept into my cheeks. Shivers rippled over me from the hunger in his darkening eyes. His jaw clenched as he scrubbed a hand over his head.

“Cream is fucking dripping out of her. What do you want to do about it?”

Dozer crossed to the nightstand and tore a condom from the strip. He handed it to Romeo. “I want you to fuck her. Come closer,” he said to me.

I crawled to the edge of the bed and rose onto my knees. He gripped my jaw and crashed his lips into mine.

The mattress dipped as Romeo climbed onto the bed. Dozer’s tongue filled my mouth. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. I was drunk on the taste of him, high from his breath, and lost in his kiss.

Romeo slid in behind me. He combed my hair to the side and kissed my neck. Then his hands gripped my hips. I cried into Dozer’s kiss as the blunt head of Romeo’s cock split my folds, and he thrust up inside me. I clutched Dozer, digging my fingers into the hard muscle of his shoulder.

“Fuck. You feel so good, Pip.” Romeo reared back and filled me again. And again. My back arched, giving him deeper penetration.

Dozer released my jaw and curled his fingers around my throat. He didn’t squeeze, just holding me in his powerful grip, forcing me to stare into his eyes.

A raging storm swirled in the darkening depths. “He feels so good in my pussy,” I whispered.

A wildfire of need licked my flesh as his gaze rolled over me. I burned. My nipples hardened. Romeo gripped my hip with one hand and braced around my ribs with the other as his cock pounded into me.

Cream trickled onto my thigh. Dozer stared at Romeo’s cock sliding in and out of my passage. The wet sounds of my pussy blended with the harsh gasps of my breath.

“You’re killing me,” Dozer said with a growl and then kissed me again, a wild lashing of tongue, lips, and teeth. He reached between my legs and strummed my clit.

“Fuck.” Romeo grunted. “Doze.”

“She’s going to come.” Dozer’s fingers focused on my clit, and his knuckles rubbed against Romeo’s cock that continued to hammer into me.

Dozer’s mouth latched onto my nipple and sucked.

Stars exploded behind my eyes. Spasms ripped through me, and my pussy pulsed around Romeo’s thick cock shafting deep inside me. Trembling with my climax, Romeo thrust harder. He shuddered, muscles bunched and flexed, and his crushing grip around my ribs anchored my back to his chest.

Heat from his body seeped into me even as chills chased over my flesh. I’d come, and Romeo had come. I pried Romeo’s fingers from my torso, pushed back from Dozer, dropped to my elbows, and frantically tried to open the fly of Dozer’s jeans.

To keep from jarring me into Dozer, Romeo slowly slid his cock in and out of my pussy.

Dozer unzipped and pushed his jeans over his hips. He grasped the base of his cock and guided the tip to my lips. I opened, swirling my tongue around the head. The taste was as dark and intoxicating as the man.

Romeo ripped from my body. I whimpered with the loss. “I need another condom. I’m still hard. Fuck, Pip.”

Dozer tossed the strip of condoms at him, never breaking connection with me. His eyes narrowed as he focused on my mouth.

My eyes slid closed as he pushed more of his cock between my lips.

“Look at me, Pippa.”

I lifted my gaze. He was as lost as I was.

Spit leaked from the corners of my mouth and trickled on to my chin. The shaft stretched my lips, and the head pressed into the back of my throat.

I grunted, and he pulled his dick from my mouth. I swallowed and gasped a breath. “Tell me.” I licked the head of his cock. “Tell me what you’re thinking about while I’m sucking your cock. ”

His thumb slid through the spit on my face. “I think about shoving my dick so far into your throat you gag on it, your nostrils flaring as you fight for breath. I’m going to mark you as mine.”

“Do it,” I said and gasped as Romeo filled me again.

With my mouth open, Dozer pushed past my teeth, along my tongue, and deep into my throat. I sucked, hollowing my cheeks. Erotic energy surged through every part of me. My breasts bounced and swayed as Romeo nailed me from behind.

Dozer growled, fisted my hair, and fucked my face. I’d become their Heller whore. I wanted it patched onto the back of their cut, that they were mine.

“Suck my cock, Pip.”

I had no control. My upper body braced on my arms. Romeo fucked me hard, driving me even deeper onto Dozer’s cock. Every muscle, every nerve, every beat of my heart melded into a blazing eruption. Romeo owned my body, and Dozer dominated my mind.

My entire body crashed. Continuous waves rolled over me, one climax careening into the next. Fluids gushed from my core.

Romeo roared, pulled out, ripped the condom from his dick, and shot his load onto my back and ass.

Dozer tightened his hold on my head. “Swallow me, Pip.”

I tried to nod, but he held me too tightly. His balls tightened, and he exploded into my mouth. Hot ropes of cum splashed the back of my throat. I tried to swallow, but his cock filled my mouth and stretched my throat .

The wrath of his release consumed me, overpowered me until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t care. The salty, earthy taste of him filled my mouth. As the final pulses rippled along his shaft, he eased out from between my lips.

I swallowed hard and breathed as if I’d run a marathon. Dozer hauled me up to my knees, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me.

I had the taste of him on my tongue, and I had the delicious ache of Romeo between my legs. I reached behind me, needing to touch him, too.

I broke the kiss from Dozer, leaned back against Romeo, angled my head, and claimed his mouth. Hands were on me, Dozer’s and Romeo’s.

Dozer reached around, sliding his palms between me and Romeo, and gripped my ass. Romeo cupped my breasts, and his fingers pinched my nipples. None of us seemed to care who touched who. We were all skin to skin.

“We need to clean up our dirty girl,” Romeo said. “She has my cum in her hair.”

I dropped my forehead to Dozer’s chest and laughed. “Since you were just kissing me, you have the taste of Dozer in your mouth.”

“Baby, I told you, if it involves your pussy, I’m all in.” Romeo slid off the bed.

“Don’t look at me to argue with that,” Dozer said. “I told you on the night I watched what I wanted to do to you.” He lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me toward the en suite.

Romeo grabbed the bottle of Jack and swigged a mouthful. Then he handed it to me. I poured a large swallow in my mouth, letting the burn slide down my throat and fill my tummy.

Once in the bathroom, Dozer set me on my feet. Romeo had the shower on, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the last time I’d been in the shower with Dozer. The bruises had faded. He wasn’t lost or drunk. He was with me. This time I’d touch him. I’d make him feel how much I needed him.

Dozer

Pippa curled into me as she slept. Romeo pressed against her back. We were all fucking naked.

Romeo lifted up on his elbow. “Can’t you sleep?”

I stared at the wisps of dark lashes across her cheek. Light freckles dusted the bridge of her nose.

“I’m fine.” Fine, another F-word. Fucking Insecure. Numb , and Empty . I understood the insecurity. I’d been obsessing over this girl since I’d seen her dancing with Hana at Liquid Chrome.

That night she’d met Romeo. Enough said. Even Hana had wanted to fuck Romeo until she’d found out he was a Heller. Her hatred for the MC only changed after she reconnected with Blade.

Levi. The girl had been saving her virginity and waiting for Romeo since puberty. While he sucked and fucked every Heller whore in the MC.

Fucking Insecure ? Yeah, totally fucking insecure.

Numb . Emotionally numb. I slid my legs out of the bed, grabbed my jeans off the floor, and shrugged them on.

Romeo sat. “Are you seriously going to leave? ”

“I’ll see her later.” I was tasked with boyfriend duty.

“What is she supposed to think when she wakes up and finds you bailed on her?”

“She’ll know that I respect her boundaries.” Did he need me to draw him a fucking flow chart? I was the variable in their equation.

Romeo slid out of bed and pulled on his jeans.

I lifted a brow. “Are you leaving, too, because that would be a dick move?”

“No, smoking a cigarette, then I’m getting back in bed with Pippa, which is where you should be.”

I cast a last glance at her asleep on the bed before I followed Romeo into the living room. I put on my shirt and tucked my gun into my jeans. I slid my arms into my cut and joined Romeo on the front porch for a smoke.

“I’m not bailing on her. Or you. I’m trying to give her what she wants,” I said tapping a cigarette out of the pack.

Romeo blew a stream of smoke into the night. “What is it you think she wants?”

I leaned my head against the house. “To laugh. To smile. I don’t make people happy. I won’t make her happy.”

He shook his head as he smoked his cigarette. “You don’t know shit, Doze. She hasn’t fucked me since you watched us at the playhouse. You’re so deep in her fucking head, she can’t think of anything or anyone else.”

In the pale glow of the street lamp, he stared hard at me .

“Pippa is cool and fun,” he went on. “Hot as hell. She’s not into me the way she is with you. Thank fuck, because otherwise I’d be out. I’m just taking her for a ride. Actually, more like she’s letting me take her for a ride until she’s done with me.”

I thought about the girl in the bed. She was different. Or maybe she just made me different because I’d never wanted to touch a chick while someone else still had their hands on her or their dick in her. Only after, when I could wrap a label on them. Like Bullet’s girls, it was easier when they already proved they just wanted sex.

I’d never wanted a relationship. I’d never leave myself vulnerable like my old man. That changed tonight with Pippa.

I didn’t hate sharing her with him. I wanted more of her.

He pivoted on the stoop. “You should stay.”

I stubbed out my cigarette. I wanted to stay, too, to believe she could want me the way I wanted her.

“You said you’re coming back later anyway. Are you going with her to meet her parents?”

I stilled. “You know about it?”

“She told me about her family shit. Meeting the parents is not my thing. I told her you would go if she asked.”

A knot twisted in my gut. Empty .

Fuck. I had to get out of my own head. Second fucking choice…again.

“I need to go.”

“Dozer—”

“Don’t worry about it, Romeo. I’m fine.”