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“Thank you, Trace, for all you’ve done for me. I’ll come over and visit, and when I get a house, I want to invite you, Vanessa, and Zack to come visit,” I say with all sincerity. These three are like family to me and I don’t want to lose touch with them.

After the call ends, I make my way upstairs and take a long shower, change, and then work some more. I need to find more properties to consider when the first ones are finished. Once they are finished, I will put them to Tracker and the club, whether they want to keep for brothers to use, flip, or use as rental properties.

Grinning, I pick up my phone and send another message to Joker.

Miri: I've been a really good person all day, but tonight I want to be bad with you.

Two minutes was all it took for Joker to respond.

Joker: Define 'bad'—are we talking eating dessert first or actual trouble?

I can’t help but giggle to myself because this is fun.

Miri: Let's start with dessert and see where the trouble takes us.

Joker doesn’t reply to that, so I imagine he’s busy driving, dealing with a customer, or something’s keeping him from responding. What I didn’t expect was half an hour later Joker walking into the bedroom with a cake in one hand and a huge smirk on his face.

“Okay, let’s get to eating dessert,” Joker places the cake on the desk and turns to me with a look that tells me dessert isn’t the cake.

I am pinned to the bed, and my giggle barely has time to escape before Joker’s mouth crashes against mine, swallowing the sound whole. Joker pins me deeper into the mattress, his weight pressing down, hips slotting perfectly between my thighs. His tongue pushes past my lips, claiming every inch of my mouth with hungry, wet strokes. I moan into the kiss. The sound vibrating between us.

My fingers tangle in Joker’s long hair as the man bun slips loose, thick strands spilling over both of us like silk. I grip the roots and pull, earning a low growl from him that rumbles straight into my chest. Joker grinds his hard cock against my core through my clothes, the friction deliberate and teasing, making my hips buck up to meet him.

Joker breaks the kiss only to bite at my lower lip, sucking it between his teeth before licking the sting away. His breath is hot against my mouth as he speaks, his voice rough. "That sound you just made? Do it again." Rolling his hips harder, the thick length of him rubbing right where I need it, and my fingers tightened in his hair, dragging his mouth back down to mine for another bruising kiss.

It’s not long before our clothes are thrown onto the floor. Neither of us gives a hoot where they land. Joker growls low in his throat as my nails rake down his spine, leaving red trails across his skin. His body arches into the sensation, hips grinding forward to press his hard cock against my thigh. "Fuck, that's it," he hisses, voice rough with need. Joker grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head while his mouth crashes against mine, with teeth clashing and tongues fighting.

Joker’s free hand slides between our bodies, fingers finding my core already slick and ready. Two fingers thrust inside without warning, curling to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. "So fucking wet for me," he murmurs against my lips, pumping his fingers faster while his thumb circles my clit.

Joker releases my wrists as he lines himself up, right before he slams in deep in one thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He quickly sets a pace that has the bed creaking. Each thrust drives me up the mattress as he slams into me hard and fast. His lips find my neck, biting and sucking marks into my skin while his fingers dig bruises into my hips.

Joker stays buried inside me, breathing hard, and places his forehead against me. “Mine,” Joker says in such a way I know it’s a claiming. “Mine,” I say in return, and he surprises me when he responds, “Too fuckin’ right I’m yours.”

Once our breathing calms I break the slight tension by quickly asking, “Do you want cake now?”

Cilla and Rory are with me when we arrive for the showing of the first property, which is the one on Lark Avenue. It’s a three-bedroom house, and walking around, it needs a fair amount of work done. I’m looking at it with the idea of what it could look like once completed, rather than what it is at this moment.

Cilla speaks first, and she is doing the same as I am, looking at it positively. “The place needs everything stripped down to the bare bones. But you can see it has huge potential of being something stunning. The kitchen is a heck of a size and will make a great heart to a family home.”

Nodding in agreement, I stay quiet for a moment, but Rory speaks out. “I don’t like it. I don’t have bright thoughts about the place at all. Maybe I am not the right person to have come with you, Miri. Cilla is seeing things I am not, and I don’t mean ghosts.”

“Imagine this kitchen with a side-by-side refrigerator, cabinets along that wall. Sink under the window with cabinets on either side. There would still be room for a table and four chairs at that end of the kitchen,” I point as I speak, and that is when Rory starts to see the entire picture.

“I see it now, Miri,” Rory nods, and from then on she sees what Cilla and I do.

By lunchtime, I had placed an offer on both properties after I called Coin to check the prices were okay to offer that is. The rental property I grabbed as it is superb, and it is definitely going to have an offer on it in six months. I’m sure the four veterans are going to be more than happy living there.

Walking into the clubhouse, I turn and scowl at Cilla when she asks, “So, are you going to tell us about you and Joker or not? You can’t hide the evidence because you are wearing the biggest hickey I’ve ever seen.”

My face flames with embarrassment. Cilla and Rory high-five each other and giggle as they walk away. I throw my hand over my neck and frown as I follow them. But you know, Cilla’s right, the freaking thing is so big nobody is going to miss seeing it. Okay, I think to myself, let’s wear it proudly. I drop my hand and saunter my ass into the kitchen, not giving a hoot who sees it.

Chapter 21

JOKER

Sitting in the common room, finishing my first coffee of the day, I’m watching my brothers get ready to head out for work. A loud farting sound has everyone looking at each other. It’s not me, so I shrug when Brewer looks my way. Miri giggles, and I raise a questioning eyebrow at her.

“It wasn’t me,” Miri giggles some more.