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  A few minutes later, something tickled my neck and at first, I thought it was Sneezles, but realized quickly it was Otter’s beard.

  “Baby, it’s time to wake up.”

  “It’s only been a few minutes.”

  “It’s been two and a half hours.”

  I groaned, cupping his face. “I feel like it’s been two and a half seconds.”

  He grinned. “That’s the nature of the beast, Loh. Napping sucks.”

  “Yeah, it really does.” I dragged my hands down my face, suddenly realizing I was naked other than my panties.

  I reached for the sheet, but Otter held it tight. “I’m likin’ the view, baby.”

  I bit my lip. “Do you want to return the favor?”

  “You got time?”

  “I’ll make time,” I said, and he pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Or I’ll be late.”

  “Yeah, you’re gonna be late.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss me and I settled my palms to his pecs.

  Lordy, he was huge. My hands barely covered the tribal tattoos spanning his chest. His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, sliding down to bite gently on a nipple and I arched against him in an effort to get closer.

  He knelt on the bed, kissing his way down my body, his tongue sweeping just under the waistband of my panties before he tugged them down my legs.

  “I didn’t think you could get prettier,” Otter breathed out, the warmth covering my mound, and then his tongue swept the length of my already wet folds and his mouth sucked gently on my clit.

  “Easy,” I whispered.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “More.”

  “Got it,” he said, and slid a finger inside of me.

  “Oh, god,” I mewed, arching into his touch as he slid another finger in.

  “You’re tight, baby. Is this okay?”

  “Yes,” I hissed. “More, honey.”

  He slid off the bed, divested himself of the rest of his clothes, then pulled open the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom.

  “When did you put those there?”

  He grinned, rolling it onto his giant dick. “Last week. Wanted to be ready.” I rolled my eyes and he hovered over me. “I’m gonna go slow, but I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last, to be honest.”

  “Okay.”

  He pressed the tip of his cock at my opening and I gripped his arms. “Ready?”

  I nodded, my body tightening in anticipation and he slid slowly into me. He was really big, and I felt every inch of him.

  “You okay?”

  “Hmm-mmm,” I rasped.

  He paused in his impalement and said, “Talk to me, Shiloh.”

  “I don’t know if I can. You’re fucking huge, so I’m focusing on my breathing.”

  He dropped his forehead to mine, then kissed me. “If you want me to stop, we’ll stop, but I swear, I’m dyin’ here.”

  “I’m ready, Easy.” I kissed him. “Do it. Break my vagina.”

  “Fuck me, Loh, don’t make me laugh.”

  I cupped his face. “I want to be yours. Completely. So—”

  Before I could finish my sentence, he surged forward, and I gasped as his girth filled me. It was almost like I was a virgin again, only he didn’t move, just kissed me gently letting my body get used to his size.

  Continuing to keep his lower body still, he drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently as he slid his hand between our bodies and fingered my clit. I arched into him again and shivered as his cock slid deeper. I wrapped a leg over him and raised my hips in an effort to get closer and that small encouragement spurred him on.

  And spurred him on beautifully. His mouth covered mine and he began to move, slowly at first, but then one hand dragged both of mine above my head as his other rolled a nipple into a tight peak, his hips rocking faster and faster.

  “You okay?” he rasped.

  “Yes. Harder, baby.”

  I didn’t have to ask him twice as he doubled his efforts, slamming into me over and over, his fingers still working my nipple. I tried to tug my hands from his as my body responded to his attention. “Otter,” I begged.

  “Yeah, baby.”

  “Oh, god, now!” I screamed, an orgasm rocking me so hard, I could barely breathe.

  He thrust twice more, then let out a quiet grunt and I felt his cock pulse inside me before he rolled us on our sides, facing each other but keeping the connection.

  I stroked his cheek as I worked to catch my breath.

  “Sorry that went so quick,” he said, kissing me gently.

  “I have never had an orgasm that quickly, Easy.”

  “No?”

  I shook my head. “If I’m being honest, I’ve never had an orgasm with another person.”

  “Jesus,” he hissed.

  I grimaced. “Sorry.”

  “You don’t need to apologize, sweetheart. The assholes you’ve been fuckin’ do.”

  I grimaced again.

  “What?” he prompted.

  “I’ve only slept with two guys, and honestly it was just a couple of times with both. Well, two with one, three with the other. They were definitely assholes, so I didn’t really want to do it again, and avoided them until they ended our ‘relationship.’ Not that you could really call what we had a relationship.” I sighed. “Sorry, I’m rambling.”

  “You will never have to worry about that ever again,” he promised, sliding out of me gently. “I will always make sure you’re taken care of.” He kissed me again, then headed into my bathroom, returning with a washcloth and pressing it between my legs. “Leave that there for a bit.” He stretched out beside me and pulled me over his chest.

  “I want to do that again,” I whispered, kissing his neck.

  “Later. Your body needs a minute.”

  “I’m gonna call Olivia and tell her I can’t come.”

  “No, you’re gonna expand your circle of good women and have a fuckin’ blast. I’ll pick you up and reward you for your efforts.”

  I smiled. “Reward me? Really?”

  “At least three times.”

  I leaned up on my forearm to meet his eyes. “Three? You can do that?”

  “Hell, yeah, I can do that.”

  “I can’t wait,” I said, kissing him again.

  “You need to get your sexy butt in the shower, baby, or you’re gonna be late.”

  “I’d like to negotiate the option to stay home.”

  He gave my bottom a pat. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists, even if she’s the prettiest one I’ve ever seen.”

  I sighed. “Fine. I’ll go get drunk with my new friends.”

  “You get drunk, I won’t fuck you.”

  “Tipsy?” I asked, sliding off the bed, and heading toward the bathroom.

  “You may get tipsy,” he said, following me. “But I’m gonna need a little more of your body before you go.”

  I smiled, sliding my hands up his chest. “I thought you said I should wait.”

  “I did, but then I caught sight of your ass and my body decided otherwise.” He slid his hands over my butt and squeezed.

  “Well, okay, then.” I started the shower while he held me tight, then he kissed me as he lifted me into the shower.

  * * *

  “Babe, you’re gonna be late,” Otter called, again, just as I put my earrings on.

  “And whose fault is that?” I retorted, walking out to the living room.

  “Go change,” he growled.

  “What? Why?”

  I wore a rouched summer spaghetti strap sleeveless dress that fell just below my knee. Because it had a tulip-like skirt, there was a hint of leg when I moved, and it made me feel pretty. I’d paired it with a pair of three-inch, silver sandals, and a matching cross-body clutch.

  “Because you’re goin’ to Blurr and the assholes who frequent that place are gonna have a field day with you,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m going with a group of women who are a hell of a lot hotter than me, so I
think I’m good.”

  “That’s one,” he said with a frown.

  “What’s one?” I asked distractedly as I threw my lipstick into my purse. I looked up and found him standing in front of me and let out a quiet squeak.

  “That’s your one and only insult you lob against my woman, got it?”

  “Easy—”

  “Tell me you got it,” he pressed. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out, and if I won’t let someone else insult you, I’m sure as hell not gonna let you.”

  “I got it,” I whispered, biting back tears.

  “Why are you cryin’?”

  “Because you’re being sweet, even though you’re trying to be bossy.”

  “I’m just tellin’ the truth, Loh.” He kissed me gently. “Let’s head out. I’ll leave my bike here and drive your car.”

  “Are you sure we can’t just get naked and crawl back into bed?”

  “I’m sure.” He frowned. “Do you really not wanna go?”

  “That’s a loaded question,” I said with a sigh. “I’m just not a big fan of women. They’re horrible creatures. Vindictive and emotional.”

  He laughed. “Well, these women’ll be your ride or die. You’ll see.”

  “I think you should follow me.”

  “Why?”

  “In case I want to leave early.”

  He cocked his head. “If you really hate it, text me and I’ll come get you.”

  I gripped his cut. “You’ll rescue me?”

  He grinned. “Yeah, baby, I’ll rescue you.”

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  He kissed me gently, then we headed out.

  Pulling up to Blurr, Otter drove my car around the back and parked, rather than parking in the guest lot. “Why here?” I asked.

  “Got back door privileges,” he said.

  “Do you, now?” I waggled my eyebrows.

  He laughed. “Yeah, I got privileges in a few places. Hoping to get yours soon.”

  I bit my lip. “Are you seriously talking dirty to me when I just begged to stay home and be your sex slave?”

  “Slave was never on the table,” he said in mock despair. “If slave had been mentioned, I would have considered keeping you naked and sated. Especially if I get back door privileges.”

  I rolled my eyes. “No one has ever gotten past the velvet rope of my back door, so slow your roll there, handsome. But being your sex slave sounds delicious and we’ll need to revisit this conversation soon.”

  He leaned over and kissed me. “Can’t wait.”

  We climbed out of the car and Otter wrapped his arm around my waist tightly, helping me navigate the gravel walkway as we headed to the back stairs. Once we stepped onto the first stair, I grabbed the rail and removed a sandal, shaking it out.

  “You okay?”

  “Nothing worse than gravel in your shoe, you know?”

  “I don’t wear sandals, so can’t say I do.”

  I chuckled. “You’d look amazing in a pair of silver stilettos, Easy.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  He held me tight as I cleaned out the other sandal, then we walked up the stairs and Otter banged on the door.

  “Are you sure it’s okay we’re back here?” I whispered.

  “Why are you whispering?” he asked, with a smirk.

  Before I could reply, the door popped open, then we were allowed entry.

  “Hey, Otter.”

  “Hey, John, this is Shiloh.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “You too,” I said.

  “I’ll walk you to the VIP area,” John offered.

  “Who do I pay?” I asked.

  “It’s been taken care of,” John said.

  I nodded, and Otter took my hand as we headed down the hall and through a side door that led to some stairs. There were bathrooms on either side, then we walked upstairs and through another door, and I was swamped with loud, pulsing music.

  “Shy!” Olivia squealed, rushing over to us and pulling me in for a hug. “You made it.”

  “Sorry I’m late.”

  “It’s good. Come meet everyone.”

  I glanced up at Otter who smiled gently before leaning down to kiss me quickly, then he and John walked back through the door and I followed Olivia to the group.

  “Oh my god, I didn’t think Otter would ever find a girl,” Parker said, pulling me in for a hug. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

  Parker was married to Rabbit, and I’d helped deliver their baby not long ago.

  I smiled. “We’re taking things slow.”

  “Liar,” she said good-naturedly. “I know this is overwhelming, but you’re going to love everyone. Promise.”

  I nodded, taking a deep breath and putting on a bright smile.

  I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to remember everyone. There was Olivia who was Doc’s wife, and since he was the president of the club, she was highest on the totem pole of power, so to speak.

  Lyric was a tall, slender blonde who was married to Doom, the VP, of the club, and she’d just had a baby. Then came Jasmine. She was a drop-dead curvy red-head, whose husband, Alamo, was Sergeant at Arms, and she was currently pregnant. I knew Willow, who was married to Dash, because I’d met her when she came in to give birth to her daughter. I wasn’t her nurse, but I was on her floor, so checked in on her on occasion. She was also pregnant. As was Quin, who was married to Badger, one of the road captains for the club.

  I met the infamous Kennedy as well, who was allegedly driving Mouse crazy. She was gorgeous and sweet, so I wondered exactly what she might be doing that would be driving him crazy. Maybe it was just the fact she was gorgeous and sweet that drove him nuts.

  “Okay, exactly how did you land Otter?” Kennedy asked, just as a server arrived with margaritas for all of us. “Not that I’m jealous, just to be clear.”

  I chuckled. “I get it. My brother needed my medical expertise in a situation that was probably not the best, and Otter kind of rescued me.”

  “He’s good at that,” Willow said.

  I smiled. “Yeah, he is.”

  “How’s Mouse?” Quin asked.

  “Mouse is an asshole,” Kennedy retorted, sipping her margarita and taking Quin’s drink as well, since Quin couldn’t drink alcohol.

  “No, he’s not,” Willow countered.

  “He is when he’s being bossy.”

  “I’m pretty sure you like it when he’s bossy,” Quin argued.

  “You don’t know me,” she sassed, finishing her drink and picking up the other.

  “I feel like I’m watching a tennis match,” I said, and Olivia chuckled.

  “Mouse and Kennedy’s whole ‘thing’ is a tennis match. Mouse just needs to lock her down.”

  “Mouse doesn’t need to do shit,” Kennedy slurred. “He’s an asshole.”

  “With a giant dick,” Jasmine said.

  “Gigantic,” Kennedy agreed. “But we don’t need to talk about that.”

  “Oh, I think we absolutely need to talk about that,” Jasmine said.

  “Jasmine!” Willow admonished.

  “What?” she asked with a shrug. “There’s always reason to talk about giant dicks.”

  “Do you really think Alamo’s going to be okay with you discussing another man’s penis?” Willow challenged.

  “Alamo’s packin’ his own giant anaconda, so it’s not like I’m interested in Mouse’s. Oh!” she squeaked. “Is he called Mouse because he doesn’t have a mouse dick?”

  Kennedy turned her head to Jasmine with a frown. “Babe, I love you, but you’re seriously starting to piss me off. Stop talking about Mouse’s dick.”

  “And maybe you should stop whining about it and—”

  “Okay!” Willow said, cutting off Jasmine’s obvious admonishment as she stood. “Let’s go dance.”

  “Great idea,” Olivia said, and stood.

  I set my drink on the table and followed them all downstairs and onto
the dance floor. As we all got our groove on, tensions seemed to subside between Kennedy and Jasmine, and I started to relax the more I drank. By the time Doc and a couple of the other men walked in just after one a.m., I was pretty tipsy. Actually, I was pretty drunk.

  Otter walked in shortly after Doc and smiled as he held his hand out to me. I took it, and he helped me stand up. “How ya doin’?”

  “Oh, I… I great. So great,” I slurred.

  He chuckled, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Let’s get you home.”

  I settled my hand on his cheek. “Okay, handsome, let’s get you home.”

  He grinned, leaning down to kiss me gently, then waited for me to say goodnight to everyone, before loading me into my car and driving me home.

  Shiloh

  THE SMELL OF bacon filled my nose and I forced gritty eyes open to find a bottle of water and some ibuprofen on my nightstand, along with a note that said, “Take these.”

  I smiled, sitting up and taking the pills, then heading into my bathroom. I took a quick shower, dressed in a V-neck T-shirt and yoga pants, then made my way to the kitchen. Otter stood in front of my stove, a pair of black jogger sweat pants and a black wife-beater, his muscles on display and begging to be touched.

  “Hey, baby,” he said, holding an arm out.

  I slid against him and gave him a squeeze. “Thanks for the drugs.”

  He kissed my temple. “How ya feelin’?”

  “Tired and a little headachy, but otherwise pretty good. I didn’t mix and tried to drink water in between the booze.”

  “Good girl.”

  “I was perfectly capable of having sex last night,” I complained as I pulled away from him and made coffee.

  “I told you we weren’t doin’ anything if you were drunk.”

  “I wasn’t that drunk.”

  “Consent’s a big deal with me, Loh.”

  I grinned. “I’m not drunk now.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t wanna eat first?”

  “I want to eat you, so if you can make that happen, I’d appreciate it.”

  He turned the burner off and slid his arms around me. “Race ya.”

  He took off down the hall and I let out a squeak as he got a head start.

  “Cheater!” I yelled, rushing after him and finding myself lifted and dropped gently onto the bed.