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With Jenni still in my arms, I turn and leave the clubhouse, taking my hellcat home.

This day is dragging ass.

Today’s the day Ryder and Roxy will be dropped off by Maggie, and I’m at the shop putting the final touches on the bike our partner has requested to be displayed at their flagship store. Summer is our launch, and they’re expecting several special orders that Sin is going to have to draw up while Hawk does the body work and I configure the interworking of each motor. The only reprieve is the fact that Jenni has her ass propped on the stool in the front of the store behind the register reading a textbook. Savannah asked Jenni to take her spot holdin’ down the fort because little Grace is under the weather.

“You nervous about today?” Sin asks from behind me.

“Not really. It’s not like I’ve got to change shitty diapers or listen to them cry their lungs out and not know what they want. They’re kids, not much different from you and me.”

I hear Sin laugh, but my attention is focused on what is going on in the other room. Some clean-cut dickhead in the shop is leaning against the counter and talking to Jenni. I’m sure as fuck that he’s just a weekend rider. A yuppie thinking he can increase his manhood by the horsepower between his legs.

“They’re nothing like us. They’re kids, and they’re going to need love, affection and a lot of the shit that you didn’t get as a child.”

Sin’s words filter through my brain, but I don’t care to answer. Changing the subject, I turn around to face him. “You heard anything more from your brother about Vegas?”

He throws the towel hanging from his shoulder on the steel counter next to his tools. “You know I’m not interested in that shit,” he says as he organizes the wrenches and sockets on his tool tray. “Whatever Cut does is his business, not my concern. My time being involved in the day to day of the club is over. I’ve got my nice piece right here, and I’m not looking to take on more.”

Lifting his head, he juts out his chin. “You might want to reconsider what importance you hold in the club. I know Cut’s made you the official Sergeant at Arms, a title you deserve, but no one knows their engines like you, and I could use your help. Besides, your home life is changing tonight, and you can’t expect Jenni to take on all the responsibility herself. You’re going to need to have your ass here as much as possible.”

I turn back around to witness that same douchebag leaning over the counter, getting his fuckin’ face in Jenni’s space. Cursing under my breath, I head towards the door listening to Sin laughing to himself.

“How did you land this job?” I hear that fucker ask Jenni as I enter the store. Her eyes cut to mine and I see a flash of relief.

“Can I help you?” I ask the jerk when I approach the register.

“No, she’s got me,” he says without even looking at me. This is the kind of shit that pisses me off.

“No, I’ve got you,” I say as I put my hand on Jenni’s shoulder, tugging her until she hits my body. “What’s it that you’re looking for, other than my girl?” I cock my eyebrow.

He pushes himself from the counter. “I didn’t know, man.”

“Now you do. If you aren’t looking for anything in particular, I suggest you move along. If there’s something that you want, then you’re going to need to come back because we’re now closed.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very. Now get out.” I tug on Jenni, who has become mute at my side. She may not be saying anything now, but I’m sure she’s gonna rip my ass once this fucker leaves the shop.

I eye him until he rotates on his heel and leaves the register area. Turning my head, I look to see if Sin noticed this exchange. He hasn’t since he’s currently crouching down, working on the bike. I take Jenni by the arm and drag her towards the back room.

“Where are we going?” she asks as she tries to pull from my grasp. “What are you doing?”

I continue walking us to the back, ignoring her question. Once we pass through the door and enter the back room, I flick the latch, locking us both in. Turning around, I’m met with an irritated Jenni. Her hip is popped to the side, arms are crossed over her chest as she glares up at me.

Curling my lip, I give her four simple words. “Get on your knees.”

Without a second thought, my knees hit the floor making me wince slightly at the impact. As soon as I’m down, his fingers grab at the nape of my neck, yanking my head back. I find his eyes as they bore into mine. Tylan starts to unbuckle his belt, my throat drying with anticipation. His eyes never leave mine as he continues to work his belt, pulling it through the loops before tugging at the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Were you flirting back there?”

I shake my head from side to side as much as his hand will allow. His jeans drop from his waist, sliding down his legs. I swallow as I see his cock, hard and ready, spring from behind the cotton fabric, but his metal clad skin is now completely bare. There is no loop in the tip of his dick or metal studs that usually line the undershaft. I flick my eyes to him.

“Wh–” my voice cracks. “Where are your piercings?”

He ignores my question with a smirk before reaching down and gripping his shaft in his hands. “Open,” he demands.

I hesitate but slowly open my mouth. When the head of his dick first touches the wet of my tongue, I close my eyes, moaning in satisfaction.

“I’m gonna guide your mouth. You’re gonna take me long, slow and deep. You’re gonna wanna gag, and baby, when you do, it’s gonna feel so fucking good.”