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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

TARGET

Seeing hurt and disappointment flash across Madalyn’s face before she ran out had me confused. Why did she run? I am not sure what happened in the space of her leaving the room to use the restroom.

Darian is still over on the other side of the room with Louise, who is looking as confused as I am until she looks to her right, then the anger appears.

Savage shakes his head, a concerned expression on his face.

“Man, you need to talk to her. Clear the air. I’d bet on my cock and balls that those bitches said something to her,” he says, his voice low as he gestures to the three club girls strutting back into the room with smug looks on their faces.

“Fuck.”

Nodding, I push away from the wall and make my way toward the door Madalyn had exited through. The club's music fades as I step outside, the night air cool against my skin. I spot her moving quickly down to the gates, where a prospect stands.

I shake my head at him, letting him know not to let her leave.

"Madelyn!" I call out, picking up my pace, my three dogs hot on my heels.

Charm barks, then Ares rushes forward, stopping in front of my woman and halting her steps. She gasps, turning to look at me over her shoulder as she trembles.

Finally, I catch up to her, reaching out to gently grasp her arm, turning her to face me. "Madalyn, please, wait. Talk to me."

She pulls away, tears streaming down her face, her eyes wide with pain and anger. "Were you ever going to tell me? Or was is that you never trusted me enough to tell me the truth?"

Her words and the sight of her tears sting. "I'm sorry. I have no fucking clue what I wasn’t supposed to trust you with,” I reply, still not one hundred percent.

It could be fucking anything from my sexuality to a straight-up lie from those bitches.

Madalyn scoffs, shaking her head from disappointment in me.

“Is it true what they told me, that you are bisexual and that you have had sex with Savage?” The fucking hurt in her voice kills me.

Hanging my head, my hands go to my hips and I think of the best way to explain things to her. I knew that I had to talk to her about my sexuality, but it was never the right time.

“Yes, I am bisexual and yes I have had sex with Savage. He is gay and only likes men, but I like both. Those girls had no fucking right telling you until I had a chance to.”

“Chance? You had plenty of chances, Target. My god, we have spent time together, talking, you had the chance then. We laid in my bed after we had sex and talked, you had a chance then, but you chose not to. Clearly, you did not trust me, or want me to know. It hurts that you hid this from me, Target.”

“Why are you using my club name?” I growl in frustration.

Shaking her head, her arms tighten around her middle, and it makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let her go.

“As of right now, you are not ‘Kohen’ to me, you are Target, the biker who lies to me and breaks my heart, like I knew you would.”

“I have never lied to you.”

“Not telling me is a lie of omission and that in itself is a fucking lie.” Her voice is louder by the time she has finished speaking.

Tears stream down her face and I hate it that I am to blame for them.

How do I fix this with her? Fucking hell, I was going to tell her, I just wanted her in deeper with me before I did.

“If those girls didn’t say anything to me today, would you have told me?” Her arms wrap around her middle, like she is holding herself together.

“Can we go to my room and I will explain everything? I fucking promise you.”

Shaking her head, she replies, “No, I do not think that is a good idea.”

“Please.” I step closer, cupping her face, feeling her tears on my palms.

Still shaking her head I move in, pressing my lips to hers, tasting her tears. She freezes at first, then she melts against me. Her hands grip my cut, her fists tight around the cool leather.

Madalyn is mine; she fits against my body like she was made just for me. I want to devour her, make her feel that she belong to me in every way.

Ending the kiss, I look down at her taking in how fucking breathtaking she really is. Even with red puffy eyes, Madalyn is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

She is a fucking vision.

With her eyes closed, she sighs, resting her head against my chest. My hands move up her body, clutching her jaw and tilting her head up.

Needing to fix this, I give her another gentle kiss, inching back and taking her hand. Her eyes pop open and she looks at me with worry clear as day shining back at me.

“We need to talk, in private. These fuckers are nosy, and will gossip like the old ladies in bingo.” I had hoped to get a giggle but I get nothing. “Tough crowd,” I joke, and that one gets me a little giggle.

Fuck me, I will take it.

We walk back into the club, and I whistle to get Pres’ attention.

“I am taking my woman to my room so we can clear the air between us. The business that was between us, not bitches with big mouths. They purposely went to her to cause her pain, they knew what they were doing. Either you dish out punishment for them or I will and I will not be nice about it.”

I growl, before looking at the three club girls who are sitting at the bar drinking. They still look smug, and it fucking infuriates me.

“I will deal with them,” Racer replies. “Diana, Jasmine, and June are on a sex ban for two weeks. No brother or club girl is allowed to fuck them. You go to fuck outside of the club, do not come back.”

“You cannot do that to us,” Jasmine shrills.

“Whose club is this?” Racer growls.

“Y-yours.”

“Exactly. Mine. So what I say fucking goes. For the back talk, you are now taking the toilet duty from the prospect for a week also.”

“Hop to it,” Forge calls out, laughing his ass off.

I leave the room, nodding to Rogue who is nursing a beer. “Come to my room in twenty.” He nods and we leave.

Pulling her with me to my room, I close us in, not locking it so Rogue can come in.

I remove my cut, then pull my T-shirt over my head.

“W-what are you doing? I thought we were going to talk,” Mads stammers.

“Getting comfortable. Wanna join me?” I try.

“No. Talk.” She folds her arms across her chest.

I sigh, lead her to the bed, where we both sit on the end.

“I will give you the CliffsNotes to my life. I knew I was bisexual before I met Ruth, but I do not favor one or the other, unlike some people. When I met Ruth I fell in love with her, and in time she saw that I would eye-fuck men, so we decided to add some spice to our marriage. We brought men into our bed.” I sigh knowing she will be pissed at the next part.

“One of those men was Andrey, Ruth’s now husband.

We met him in college and hooked up, but it ended when we left for college.

He went one way, we went a different one.

From then on, we would bring other bisexual men into bed with us.

Ruth never once made me feel like I was dirty or guilty for what I was feeling.

Once we went through our divorce, which was the best thing for us, she met back up with Andrey and they fell in love, and fuck me I am happy for them. I love them and their daughter.”

“You have fucked your ex-wife’s husband?” I see fire in her eyes at her question.

“Yes, but only when she was with us. I never fucked a man or woman on my own while I was married. I do not cheat.”

She sighs, her shoulders deflating at my tone.

Time passes and she says nothing, just sits there staring at the floor. I know that Rogue will be here soon and I need to clear things between us before I move onto showing her how fucking hot it can be to be shared between two men, then to see those men fuck.

I know she likes the idea of being with two men, so I am hoping that my omission will not break what we have.

“I do not care that you are bisexual, Kohen.” Oh, thank fuck she used my name. “I hate that you kept it from me and I had to hear it from sly, bully-like girls who have not left high school behavior back in high school.”

“I know that I should have told you sooner and that is on me, baby. Fuck, I was going to tell you but shit kept popping up.”

She sighs, not looking at me; she gets to her feet and I swear to you my heart sinks into my scuffed boots. Walking around the bed toward the window, she looks out over the back of the compound.

It is mostly desert, with some trees that survived the harsh heat here. Tank had perimeter buildings added to the property for storage, but also large enough for homes if a member wanted to live on club land.

I twist on the bed, bringing my knee up and resting on my open palm on the bed, waiting for her to speak.

“I can’t deal with lies. Wayne did that and I will not go through another relationship that is filled with lies.”

“I swear there will is no more secrets, baby.” Her shoulders drop, a breath rushing from her.

Turning back to me, I see the uncertainty in her eyes, but I see something else that cannot put my finger on it with her being so far away. Licking my lips, I wait for her to speak, because I do not want to rush her. This has to be her play and I will go along with anything she wants.

“No more secrets?” she edges.

“None,” I confirm.

“Why did you tell Rogue to come to your room?”

Sighing, I get to my feet, before toeing off my boots, her eyes tracking my every move as I get closer to her. Her breathing has picked up, her chest heaving, pushing her breasts against the material top.

“Do you remember when I caught you reading that smutty book?” She does, her eyes flashing wide in recognition. “We fucked and I dirty-talked about me and another man fucking you, then you watching as I fucked him.”

Her eyes dilate, her chest heaving at twice the speed and fuck me, I bet she is wet between her legs. I reach for her hips, my fingers flexing against her body, my thumbs meeting skin at the two slits in her dress at her waist.

“You liked me talking about bringing a man into bed with us; hell, you read about it. A lot. I checked your Kindle.” I wink, before dropping my face to the crook of her neck, sucking and kissing the smooth skin.

“I will never push you into doing something that you do not want to do. But I think deep down you want to try. I trust Rogue with my life and yours.”

At the sound if his name, she gasps, then I suck hard, making sure to leave a mark on her skin.

“When he comes in here, the choice is yours.” I press my thigh between her legs, and she grinds her greedy pussy down on my leg to get some friction.

The door opens behind us, and I feel her stiffen. Pulling my head back, giving her room, I look into her eyes.

“Yes, or no, baby. He will leave, no questions asked.”

“You have the lead here, Mads,” Rogue says from behind me.

My woman looks over my shoulder at seeing my brother there and fuck me, her eyes darken in lust. She is into this, but I can see the wheels turning on the uncertainty side.

I watch her as she looks at my brother. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I fight back a growl, making a chuckle come from the other man in the room.

“Why don’t we lie on the bed, start slowly?” I edge. She nods, making me smile.

Leading her over to the bed, I stop before she can climb on and wink.

“You do not need this, baby.” I unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor and I remove my jeans.

The sound of clothes hitting the floor tells me that Rogue has stripped too. Madalyn is left in a black lacy bra and thong set and the sight of her rockets straight to my already hard cock that is leaking for her.

“Damn, brother, your woman is fucking sexy as sin,” Rogue says from the other side of the bed, adjusting his dick in his black boxer briefs.

“Wow,” slips free from Mads.

She is right, Rogue is hot as fuck. He looks like he belongs back on a beach in LA, with his dirty blond hair that is not short but not long either. He has tanned skin from all the work he did out on the boats he used to build before he joined the club.

We climb on the bed; my woman’s movements are a little stiff. I know that we will loosen her up in no time, but we will still take it slow for her.

With her between us, I cup her face, bringing her gaze to mine so she hears very clearly what I am about to say.

“You have all the power, baby. You say stop, we stop. You tell us to go harder, we fucking go harder. Anything you want, we will do.”

“Hell yeah, we will.” Rogue kisses her bare shoulder, easing her into this.

“Anything?” my woman asks, making me smirk.

“Anything.”

She looks between us before settling on me. “Kiss him. I want to see you kiss him.”

Rogue winks at me, leaning over her body, cupping the back of my neck and pulling my mouth to his. We kiss, his tongue fighting mine for dominance, making my cock ache.

I feel Madalyn’s hand on my chest; breaking the kiss, I look down at her.

“Damn, this is hot.”