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  God, this is one of the times I really love my sister.

  “Marshall stopped by the restaurant and Ben ran him off. He’s just being Marshall.”

  “He’s a bastard that I can’t stand,” she mumbles under her breath.

  “I can agree with you there.” Pulling to a stop in front of the Pit of Hell, I look up at the stone building. It isn’t in a bad part of town, which surprised me when I first found out about it. Now I just look at it as Trinity’s home.

  “I know you didn’t mean what you said, Saylor. Don’t beat yourself up over it.” She must be able to sense the hurt that I feel because I’m not usually a bitch about what she does. Yeah, we joke about it, but I took it too far.

  “Doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t have said it. I love you, Trin.”

  “I love you too, sis.”

  Chapter 6

  Triton

  I watch the girls move around and get the clubhouse ready for the party. It’s been a while since we’ve had one, and I’d say it’s about damn time for it. Trinity is nothing more than a club whore to some, but to the most of us, she’s more. She keeps this place running when we have too much shit on our plates. She also keeps food on the table, which makes for some good home cooked meals. Like I said, to most of us? She’s a lot more.

  “Goddamn, woman!” I whistle when she walks into the room, her tiny dress hugging all her curves. Trinity isn’t an ugly woman; in fact, she’s beautiful, which makes me wonder all the time what the hell she’s doing in a place like this.

  “I hope that’s a good goddamn?” she asks, stopping in front of me and playing with her hair. I grab her around the waist and pull her into me. I lean down and inhale her scent.

  “Fuck, you smell so damn good. Happy Birthday, darlin’.”

  Trin smiles brightly up at me. “Thanks, Triton. For all of this.”

  I press a kiss to her forehead and watch as she sways her ass over to Neo and the guys. Rebel can’t seem to pull his eyes off her ass, which makes me chuckle. The music is blasting when the front door opens and a fucking goddess walks in. My jaw nearly hits the floor as I watch her walk in and glance around with a little wrapped box in her hand. When her eyes come to meet mine, I’m fucking lost in her. My feet move without my acknowledgment, and before I know it, I’m standing in front of her.

  “Oh, for the love of fuck. It’s you!” she snaps, catching me off guard. It’s not until I really look at her do I realize who she is.

  “You still talkin’ shit, huh, burger girl?” Her eyes flare with fire and I find myself drawn into them. Every flicker I see, I want to reach out and touch it.

  “You’re still being a prick, I see.”

  “You clean up pretty well,” I tell her as I let my gaze move up and down her long tanned body in that tight fitting dress.

  “Thanks for the compliment.” She rolls her eyes and takes a step back, officially breaking the intimate space between us.

  “Are you lost or did you mean to step into the Pit of Hell?” Her eyes scan the noisy room as I lean in closer so that she can hear me.

  “I’m looking for my sister.”

  I narrow my eyes and watch her as she looks everywhere but me. Taking the step that lingers between us, I reach for her chin, lifting her gaze to meet mine.

  “You sure about that or did you just miss me?” I let my thumb stroke over her soft skin, but when she starts laughing, I drop my hand.

  “Are you serious? Did you really think that I’d hunt down an asshole that came to my job? You are full of yourself!” The harder she laughs, the more I want to slap the shit out of her and her little attitude. I wouldn’t mind taking it out on her ass in the bedroom, either.

  “Saylor!”

  Her laughter calms and her eyes move next to me at the call of her name. Turning my head, I see Trinity running toward us in her stilettos. She grabs the girl and pulls her into a hug.

  “I’m so glad you came!”

  I watch the interaction between the two of them and I have to admit that I feel like a goddamn pervert. Thinking of fucking them both at the same, them hugging up on each other. Fuck, my cock is hard already.

  “Triton, this is my sister, Saylor,” Trinity announces, dousing the flame that had ignited in me.

  “Sister?”

  “Yeah, biker boy. I’m her sister so you can stop with the smooth talking. I’m Saylor.” She extends her hand and I take it a little too eagerly in mine.

  “Saylor? Say, I like that. I’m Triton.”

  She narrows her eyes and cocks her head. “Real name or road name?”

  My breath catches in my throat. I’ve never had a woman ask me that. In fact, most of them don’t give a shit what my name is as long as I’m nine inches of cock deep inside of them.

  “Real. My dad was into old folklores about the sea and shit.” Her eyes sparkle with tears before she nods and smiles, quickly looking away. Trinity gives me a look I can’t place and quickly turns to pull Saylor away from me.

  “What the fuck did you do?” Neo slaps a hand on my shoulder and passes me a beer. I take a long pull and watch her ass in that dark blue dress she has on.

  “I ain’t do shit. Did you know that was Trinity’s sister?” Neo follows my gaze, his eyes lingering on Saylor’s ass.

  “No. But fuck! I’d hit that.”

  I chuckle and shake my head, walking toward the food. I grab up some wings and head over to the table, sitting in the first chair I find. The music is blasting and people are dancing and having a good time. I eat my wings, not focusing on anyone or anything in particular. Rebel drops down next to me, a rolled up twenty in his hand. I watch him snort a line, shaking his head before opening his eyes and grinning at me.

  “You want some?” Shaking my head, I take another bite. “That gun shipment that’s comin’ in in a few weeks, you on that?” Wiping my hands on the napkin in front of me, I nod and take a pull from my bottle.

  “Don’t know yet. Neo has some other shit we’re workin’ on, too. I might be takin’ a trip up north to see what the fuck is goin’ on with Rebel Reds.”

  Rebel Reds is another MC up north of us. We’ve dealt with them a few times and we’re mainly pretty good with them, but lately they have been causing more trouble than they can handle alone and we’ve had to step in and be the middle man to try and calm them down before they drag their shit to our doorstep.

  “Sticky is a bitch. He’s always doin’ somethin’ his ass can’t handle. I heard he was tryin’ to pull military grade shit in,” Rebel tells me.

  I lean back in my seat and take in the crowd before I respond. “I think that’s what the issue is. What the fuck does he need with that kind of fire power? We handle a shit ton of his business for him. He’s lucky Neo hasn’t jacked the goddamn price up on our security as it is. If that shit comes to a vote, I’m sure as fuck votin’ it up.”

  Rebel nods in agreement and drinks from his own beer. “Yeah, I heard that. Last time I went on a security run with those fuckers, I did ninety percent of the goddamn leg work. Ransom was pissed as fuck when that shit happened. Thought he was gonna blow their fuckin’ heads off then and there.”

  “It’s a lot of bullshit. Since Blade left, we need to get shit in order. The legit stuff is comin’ to a fuckin’ halt, which is a problem whether Neo wants to admit it or not. We need somethin’ legit to keep the fuckin’ cops happy,” I add.

  Things have been a bit crazy since Blade stepped down. We all knew Neo was headed in a different direction, a more illegal than normal direction but at the same time, we need the legal shit that Blade set up to keep the IRS off our asses.

  “Yeah, heard that, brother. Heard that.”

  Chapter 7

  Saylor

  I’m drunk. I’m so fucking drunk. Wiley is going to kill me. I’m supposed to be training for the qualifiers coming up and here I am drunk off my ass. I know I’m lucky I snagged a wildcard spot, but that’s pretty much the furthest thing from my mind right now. I can’t fucking
believe I let Trinity talk me into this shit. I stumble through the crowd with a glass of beer in my hand and fog in my gaze. The room sways slightly, but if I can find some water and maybe eat a little, I’d feel a lot better. Or, I hope I will. I keep walking before I feel myself tripping, my beer sloshing from the cup. I right myself quickly, kicking off these goddamn heels and looking to see who I spilled my drink on.

  “Shit. It would be you, wouldn’t it?” I slur looking up into the beautiful blue eyes of the beast. His eyes sparkle as he looks at the mess I made on him. When his tongue comes out of his mouth, running over his bottom lip, I almost come on the spot. I won’t deny that he’s fucking hot as hell and I’d been imagining what was under that tight t-shirt he has on or the fact that I saw his hard-on through his jeans when I first got here. He’s a fucking god in my opinion.

  “What’s wrong, surfer girl? Can’t hold your liquor?” he teases with a glint in his eye. Damn, why does he have to be so damn cute?

  “I’m holding it in, but not so good with a glass.” My sad attempt at a response gets me a chuckle. A deep, throaty chuckle that has my body tingling. Jesus, this was a bad idea coming here.

  “I can see that. You made a mess,” he says, nodding toward my dress. I follow his gesture and look down at my now soaked dress. Well fuck.

  “Guess that means I should go home, huh?”

  “You ain’t goin’ anywhere after you been drinkin’. I might be a piece of shit, but I don’t want a dead surfer on my hands.” His words almost seem genuine.

  “What do you propose?” I laugh a little at my choice of words.

  “I propose I get you a change of clothes and a room to sleep this off in,” he says, stepping closer to me. My heart races the closer he gets and I can’t stop myself from inhaling the sexy scent of his cologne. It invades my senses, overrides my ability to think or move. When his hands come to rest on my shoulders, I shiver.

  “I bet you think I’d stay in your room too, huh?”

  “No. I didn’t ask that, did I?”

  No, he sure as hell didn’t, but I’m about to offer it.

  “I would.”

  He narrows his eyes and raises a brow. “You would what?”

  This asshole. I can see the smirk pulling across his face already. He’s just going to make me say it.

  “I’d stay in your room if you asked me to.” Jesus, Saylor! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you really going to fuck the biker? Apparently…yes.

  “Is that so?” he asks, stepping in closer, effectively closing all the space between us. My wet chest is pressed into his and God does it feel good.

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re drunk,” he says his fingers coming to the back of my neck, tugging me closer to him. His breath dances with mine, and God, do I want to get a piece of him.

  “Not that drunk,” I tell him. Triton leans down, his lips barely touching mine. I could lick his lips if I wanted to, but I’m stunned into silence.

  “I want my woman to be willin’ and ready. Are you?” His breath dances over my skin, igniting a fire inside of me.

  “I’m ready.”

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, his crash into mine. The taste of beer and Triton rush me. My senses are going wild and my body is slowly coming apart for this man just from his kiss. I reach up and wrap my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. I want to taste every fucking piece of him. Triton groans into my mouth and that just about does it. I grind my body against him, trying to ease some of the ache that ricochets through me. Triton breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine, catching his breath.

  “Is that enough proof or do you need me to climb your cock right here?” I ask, needing him inside of me. In this moment, I don’t give a fuck that I don’t know shit about him. I don’t care that I will never see him again; I just want this one night and that’s it. I need it.

  “You that kinky? I don’t care either way, but I’m pretty sure your sister wouldn’t like it.”

  The thought occurs to me that Trinity may have fucked him before. Oh, God. The thought alone sends bile rushing up my throat, the sting of it causes me to pull away from him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Trinity. Oh God, you fucked her!”

  The deep chuckle that vibrates out of him has my mouth hanging open.

  “You’re one of those sick fucks that gets a thrill out of fucking sisters, aren’t you?” Triton laughs harder, nearly doubling over.

  “I can promise you I never fucked your sister, Say.”

  Why do I like when he calls me that? Why does my body beg for him? It’s the liquor. Yep, we’re going with that.

  “Lies. I know what she does here.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I glare at him.

  “I mean it. Ask her if you want.”

  Spinning on my heel, I search the crowd until I find her dancing with some guy. Moving as fast as my feet will carry me, I head toward her, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her to face me as soon as I can reach her. Never mind that I pulled her from a guy’s embrace. I had shit to handle, and it’s urgent!

  “Did you sleep with that hot one?”

  Trin laughs and looks around her before coming back to me. “Which one? There is more than one hot one!”

  Okay, she has a good point there.

  “Triton. Did you fuck him?” I ask her, noting the humor in the other guy’s eyes. Neo, I think it was.

  “No. Never.” Trinity laughs and shakes her.

  “Go get you some, sweetheart,” Neo laughs, pulling Trin back into his arms.

  I stand here trying to reason out what to do in my head when I feel warm strong arms wrap around my waist. The music just happens to change to something slower and my body moves with it. Triton pulls my ass into his hard cock and grinds against me to the music. I know it’s him, I can tell by the smell. He smells like leather and mints. I gasp when his lips come down to my neck, licking and sucking my flesh into his warm mouth.

  “Did you get your answer?” he asks through a growl.

  “Yes.”

  “And do you still want me buried inside you?”

  Oh, fuck me now!

  “God, yes.”

  Triton growls and pulls away from me only to grab my hand and pull me down the hallway. In my right mind, I’d say this was a bad idea, but in my drunken mind, I think it’s perfectly fine. As good as Wiley is to me, I should feel bad about doing this, but when Triton kicks the door closed and rips my clothes off me, I have no fucks to give. I watch him intently as he pulls his cut down his arms and places it on the chair before jerking his shirt over his head. I think I moan just from the sight of all the muscles and tattoos that adorn this man’s body.

  “You like that?”

  Shit, yep I did moan out loud. I nod my head, feeling like a complete fool, but who really cares when you’re as tipsy as me. I stand in front of him, shivering from the chill of the air conditioning and shuddering from the predatory look in his eyes. It’s a complete contradiction, but as he lowers his jeans, I have to hold myself back from jumping on him.

  “You look like you wanna run,” he says, grabbing a condom and tearing it open. He lowers his boxers, kicking them to the side and I’m intrigued watching him roll the goddamn thing on. Triton chuckles, but when my eyes meet his, he stops.

  Chapter 8

  Triton

  She’s looking at me like I’m a fucking tree she wants to climb, and I’m all for it. I motion for her to come to me with my finger and she does, which shocks me. Say stands in front of me completely naked and vulnerable to me. I reach up and run my fingers through her hair, tugging lightly and listening to the moan that falls from those sexy lips. Say closes her eyes, and that’s when I move in on those lips. Kissing her softly at first, my body responds to her – the feel, the taste, the smell of her. I’ve never experiencing this feeling inside but goddamn do I like it.

  “Your lips are fuckin’ amazin’, darlin’.” Saylor stares up at me, th
ose big green eyes sparkling with need.

  “I want you, Triton.” The words fall from her lips, and I growl, lifting her in my arms and carrying her to the bed. Laying her down, I climb between her thighs and tease her pussy with the head of my cock. Saylor arches her back and presses against me, and I can’t help myself. I shove into her forcefully until she screams my name. Her hands wrap around my back, her nails digging into my flesh. Fuck, she feels too good wrapped around me the way she is. My hips roll and hit her deeper. Saylor cries out but my mouth comes down in a heated frenzy to cover it with mine. My tongue demands entrance and twirls with hers. Chills race down my spine just feeling this girl pressed against me the way she is. I can’t even begin to describe what this feels like.

  Being bolder than I thought she would, Saylor runs her hands around my neck and raises her whole upper body to kiss the hell out of me. Her lips move from my lips to my cheek and down my neck. Her teeth scrape along my skin and fuck do I like that. I groan and growl as I pump into her. I have the feeling she needs to be a little reckless tonight and I have no problem letting her. I roll us quickly so that she’s on top. The shock in her eyes just tugs at everything in me. She stares into my eyes for a long minute before she sits up, taking me deeper inside of her. I hiss between my teeth and reach for her hips.

  “You gonna ride me, Say? Gonna fuck me the way you want?”

  The tremor that shakes her body causes her pussy to clench around me. My eyes roll back in my head, my abs constricting to the point of pain. This girl is all fucking pleasure in a tiny package. And I want all of it. Saylor begins to move slowly at first, but after a few minutes, she does what she wants. My fingers tug and twist her nipples, her head dropping back and moans floating freely from her lips. She pulls her feet up so that she’s squatting over my cock, raising up and lowering down like she’s working out. Not that I mind at all; her pussy gripping my cock nearly strangles the breath from my lungs. My mind is reeling with the feel of her soft skin, but when she drops all the way down my length, I growl.