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CHAPTER ELEVEN

TARGET

Wiping sweat from my face and neck, the Arizona sun blazing down, I feel the heat searing through my skin.

My body is hot, but not just because of the sun—it's because of Madalyn.

Images of her and the memory of her mouth against mine ignite something deep within me, a fire that I can't seem to quell.

Her mouth is mine.

The way her lips moved when I kissed her, her tongue tangling with mine sets my fucking balls on fire, and my cock filling with need to be in her. The thought of her lips wrapped around the head of my cock has me thickening in my jeans.

I want to hear her moan like she did with that kiss, as my cock fills her over and over again, until her orgasm takes over and she screams my name.

Everything in me is fighting the urge to go to her and plunge myself into her heat, making her mine.

I reach down and adjust my dick, then walk across the garage lot, to get back to work. I have three cars on my dock today that I need to get done.

I whistle. All three dogs lift their heads from their positions, out in the sun and I know that they are getting too hot, but they take their job seriously. Too much at times, like today.

A customer was irate earlier this morning over his invoice and refused to pay. Things got a little heated, but Savage stepped in and things cooled down real fucking fast, especially when the fucker saw my dogs close.

“Under the shade,” I command to them with a click of my fingers.

Zeus moves first, then the other two follow, but I see Ares looking at the gate, a little too long, so I check for any danger but see nothing. My baby girl Charm nudges his side, forcing his attention back on me.

I swear to fuck that girl can understand humans with the way that she tilts her head when someone is talking to her or all three of them. Like she is genuinely listening.

She sits at my feet, licking my hands, nudging for a scratch.

“You keeping the boys in line, baby girl?” I ask her, slipping her a treat.

She huffs, then brushes past them, walking to the shade.

I give my boys their treats, then their command.

“Shade. Now.” All three walk off, but Ares looks back to me after a few steps, tilting his head.

I click my fingers again and he joins his brother and sister.

Zeus and Ares are Cane Corso’s, and my baby girl Charm is an Akita. She hates all other female dogs and humans too unless you are Ruth or Emmi. When she met Madalyn for the first time, she was weary of her, huffed a few times, so I will need to keep an eye on her when I bring Mads around.

“Target, those parts you ordered came in; they have been sorted into the supply room. I am going to get started on that Indian that came in,” Logan calls to me, with a clipboard in his hands.

“What you want, a gold star?” I joke with him.

“Nah, a cold fucking beer though.” Since he transferred here, I have taken him under my wing as a courtesy to Jack and his woman Lilith, who has a soft spot for the new prospect.

“After we are done for the day, man?”

He nods with a smile on his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

“You good?” I edge.

“Yeah.” He thinks for a second before adding more. “Heard some chatter about Vinnie and Valarie.”

“Oh, yeah?” He nods.

“When Vinnie went down, he left a big fucking debt, and the gang he owed came after Val, so another crew stepped in to help her and she has been hanging around them. Been seen doing their dealing.”

Logan has his own battle to deal with, involving friends from his past. They seem to be getting into more trouble than he can handle, often dragging his attention away from his job as a prospect.

This is why he came here, and from what I have seen he will stop at nothing to make sure this Val girl is helped.

“Make sure you fill Pres in on what you have heard. He will need to know,” I inform him.

As the VP of the club, I take my responsibility very fucking seriously when it comes to club affairs. I own the Rugged Skulls my life and I will forever be grateful for their loyalty and support and I want to offer that to Logan.

“I will before the day is over.”

“Good.”

A door bangs shut behind us; I look over my shoulder to see Forge coming toward us, with Darian under his arm. Great, now I have to fucking deal with this motherfucker hurting my woman’s best friend and deal with her pulling away.

Forge is a fucking whore. He likes to fuck multiple women at a time; he has a sex addiction that no fucker can cure. My brother kisses her deeply, she moans against his mouth, before he pulls back, smiling at her. He slaps her ass and heads back inside, winking at me as he goes.

“I hope to fuck you know what you are doing,” I state.

Leaning on the wall of the garage, she steps to me, changing her direction from her car that I did not notice.

“I am a big girl, Target. I know what I am doing, believe me. Not only men can sleep around for the fun of it. Women can do.”

“I am not saying shit about that, but Forge cannot commit to anyone, he has a sex addiction.” Licking her lips, she smiles widely.

“Oh, I know. One thing that you and the club need to know is that he does not have an addiction, he has an insatiable appetite for sex, two different things. An addiction means that he will stop at nothing to fuck, and to bust his balls, but a heady appetite for sex just means that he likes all things sex, and is happy to partake in anything sexual.” She winks.

“Oh, fuck no. I do not want to know how my brother likes to fuck.” She laughs, then rummages around in her large purse for a hair tie and pulls a mass of black hair into what Ruth calls a messy bun.

“Target, honey, I am a big girl, and I like sex as much as the next person. You can ask Maddy; I am never one to settle down. I am enjoying my life right now, my business is booming, I have my bestie at my side, and she is maybe going to get laid soon.” She winks.

“I am working on it.” I grin back.

“Life is too fucking short to wait around for people to tell me what I am doing wrong. If I am not hurting anyone and it is not illegal, I can do whatever the hell I want. I am happy, and I want my bestie happy, but—” she pauses for dramatic effect.

I arch a brow at her, waiting for her to throw out her warning.

“Madalyn has been through some shit in her life, and I am trusting you not to add to it and since you belong to a fucking MC, well let’s just say we know the ways.

Now my girl is the best person I know, she is sweet, kind, and will do anything for anyone, so Target?

Do not take advantage of her, or so help me biker boy, I will take great pleasure in making your balls black and blue.

Along with scratching up that very sexy bike that you ride.

” She gives me a finger wave. “Tootles.” And leaves.

Shaking my head with a grin, I watch her climb into her car, and drive off, pop music blasting from the speakers.

“Fuck, that woman is hot and feisty.” Logan step to me I nod.

“She is, but she does not hold a candle to my woman.”

“Does Madalyn know she is your woman yet?” He grins.

Winking, I reply, “Nope, but she will soon enough.”

I leave him to do his job and head inside to get into the air conditioned clubhouse, plus my stomach is grumbling, reminding that I have not eaten since breakfast. Darian’s words float around in my head, and the part about them knowing MC ways, something feels off with that.

Some of the brothers are chilling, taking a break from working, or doing runs for the club. We may not be a one percenter club, but we are not exactly always on the right side of the law.

We deal in security, and helping people vanish. The law may not agree to that but fuck, women, children, and even some men need help getting away from a toxic situation and we help them.

It was Finan who started this side to the club business, after his daughter was taken, and the club learned that it was happening more and more, but flying under the cops’ radar.

The Rugged Hunters hunt sick fucks, and pricks who like to hurt others but they also team up with Rugged Security Solutions, aka RSS, who help people in ways that the law cannot.

Stepping into the kitchen, I see Racer sitting at the table, one of the club girls on her knees, sucking his dick.

“Pres,” I greet, walking to the refrigerator.

Nothing unusual to what I am witnessing; we are in a biker clubhouse, and believe me no fucker is shy around here.

“VP,” he grunts, gripping the back of the chick’s head, holding her while he comes down her throat. “Thanks, darlin’,” he states, already tucking himself away.

She gets to her feet, licking her lips, then grins at me. I wink at her, and watch as she leaves, shaking my head.

“When the fuck did the new club girls get so fucking young, brother?” I ask on a chuckle.

“She is twenty-three, brother. It is just that we are old as fuck now. Both closing in on forty, but feeling a hundred and forty.”

I collect items that I need to make a BLT.

“Make me one, will ya? Plus, she is not a club girl. She needed a tow, I was in the rig, and she offered to suck my cock as payment.” He smirks, looking proud.

“You dirty bastard.” We laugh.

Racer is a fair president, and Tank chose well with him.

He likes to keep his feelings and his past locked up tighter than a nun’s asshole.

I know he has some chick that he thinks about from his youthful days, but that was only because he got drunk as fuck at a party and blurted out that we should just fuck pussy for the rest of our lives because once we give a woman our hearts, they take it and run.

When I quizzed him on it the next morning, he sucker punched me in the gut and told me not to ask about it again. Not only does he not talk about his past women issues, but he has a current one who is a huge fucking toxic cunt, of an ex-wife.

“I like pussy, brother, you know that.”

“Me too, but my balls are blue as fuck these days.” I make our food.

“You still trying to make a move on the event girl?”

I nod. “Madalyn, yeah. Her friend just warned me not to hurt her because she has had a shit run of it with men before, so I need to tread carefully.”

“You know my feelings on taking a woman. Not worth the fucking effort, but she would be lucky to have you as a man, brother.” Something flashes in his eyes but he quickly blinks it away.

“One day, Garrick. One fucking day,” is all I say, using his birth name.

He stiffens, the humor gone from his face, leaving behind a stone cold image, staring right at me. From those simple words he knows what I am talking about.

The room turns icy for a second and I think that he will flip his shit and gut punch me again, but instead he blinks. Shaking it off, the stone cold look is gone, and back in its place is Racer, President of the Rugged Skulls MC Phoenix.

“Never taking a woman, VP, you know my law. Now quiet ya yapping, and make me a sandwich for fucks sake. I am wasting away here.”

I laugh and get making the BLT for us, then join him at the table, with a beer for us both.

“I have my shitty past, brother. Women have only ever brought pain and misery to my life, so I keep my life easy and simple.” He breaks the silence after a few bites.

I look at the man I look up to, as my friend and club president, and see that he carries a weight on his shoulders when it comes to women. He has been fucked over more than once and he has hardened himself to it.

“We all fucking deserve to happy, Pres. I know you have had a run of shitty luck when it comes to women, but fuck, there has to be someone out there who makes your heart beat faster.”

He looks at me for a few long seconds, before he grunts, sipping his beer.

“When did we turn into a fucking dating advice club? For fucks sake, Target, let it be. My dick is happy sampling different pussy every night, so fuck off and go get your own damn woman.” He pushes from the table so fast his chair almost topples over.

Shaking my head when he slams out of the room, his heavy footsteps stomp until they fade. Sitting back, I let his words sink in. Knowing that they came from hurt and heartbreak pisses me off, for the mystery woman and the cunt of an ex he still has to deal with.

Will Madalyn change after I claim her? Nah, I don’t think she will. I see my future with her, as sappy as that sounds.

Smiling to myself when I think of her, my dick twitching in my pants thinking of how she stayed on my lips after that kiss.

“She will be the death of my balls if I do not get inside of her soon,” I mutter to myself.

Cleaning up after eating, I head back out to the garage to help the guys finish up on jobs that are still coming in. Rugged Garage and Towing is always busy, but add in a new prospect who is known among the racing crew and brings in more clients, and that is keeping us even more busy.