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  “So what have you gals got on tap for today?” I asked in an attempt to get those blue gems back on me.

  “Job hunting while the car is here and then heading over to the library for a bit,” she answered.

  “Library, huh?” I could not resist her any longer so I rubbed my hand down her left arm. The spark was back, carrying what felt like a volt of electricity through my entire body. “Yeah, something for Campbell,” she took a step towards me, standing directly in my space.

  “Ahem,” and more throat clearing by the fucking peanut gallery. Logan took a quick step back and I saw surprise in her eyes for a brief second before she ducked her head and turned away. “Yeah, right, well we should probably get going and leave you guys to it. Thanks again.” Campbell and Logan met at the back of her car and Campbell threw an arm over Logan’s shoulder whispering in her ear. They both laughed.

  “Hey, Logan,” I shouted as she was halfway to the gate causing her to stop and turn around. “Happy birthday beautiful.” A genuine smile that reached her eyes took hold on her lovely face.

  The guys sang happy birthday to her as Campbell grabbed her hand directing Logan as she walked backwards. When they finished, she blew a kiss in their direction but I ran across the front of her car grabbing it before anyone else. That got me another genuine smile so I winked at her as she turned back around shaking her head. Both girls threw their outside hands up waving them as they exited the gate.

  Damn. “Damn.” We all just nodded ours heads as we turned into the bay doors to get back to work.

  Logan

  “That was intense Logan,” Campbell said for the third time since leaving the garage.

  “Cam, it was harmless. Flirting is good.” As least with him it is. “It makes you feel wanted.”

  “And who won’t want to be wanted by that blonde haired biker god. Hot damn!” I shook my head at her as we headed into the diner to see if there were any openings.

  Two hours later and only one job between us, Campbell got a text on her prepaid phone from Tank letting us know the car was ready.

  “When did he get your number?” I questioned Campbell.

  “Last night when I ran out to check the car one last time he was out moving his bike and asked if we were coming and then said we should exchange numbers,” she said excitedly while clapping her hands.

  “Just be careful,” I warned.

  “Logan, stop worrying,” Campbell tried appeasing me. “I am fine. He is definitely fine. And you will find a job,” she promised. “We will keep looking. The diner will cover our few expenses for a little while and you will get something really soon, plus we have a little bit of money saved.”

  “You’re right. I just need to do some more searching tomorrow. Let’s get the car so we can hit the library.”

  “What? Hell no. You have got to feed me first. I. Am. Starving.” Campbell was so dramatic. “FEED ME SEYMOUR!” She yelled as we walked up to the bay doors.

  “You hungry, Sunshine?” Tank asked as he walked out the bay door.

  “Sunshine?” she asked.

  “You don’t like baby,” he said so matter-of-factly as if everyone knew this fact. Very interesting. It appeared that their conversation last night was more detailed then she was letting on.

  “You’re right,” she acknowledged behind a small smile. A loud bang somewhere in the garage pulled Tank and Campbell back. “I am so hungry and my slave driver of a sister said I have to go to the library,” she said.

  “Campbell Eleanor,” I ranted and she froze.

  “Holy shit, I am in trouble,” squealed Campbell ducking behind Tank, which was not hard considering his six foot three frame.

  “Eleanor?” asked Knox. “After my dad’s grandmother,” Campbell responded.

  “Nah, it’s cool. It’s the hunger talking,” Tank said trying to save my sister.

  “And talking like that on her birthday. Damn girl, you’re harsh,” Trigger teased.

  Campbell peeked out from behind Tank chancing a glance in my direction. When she saw I was looking at her, she stuck out her bottom lip and said, “You know I am just teasing.” I gave her a small smile, never able to stay angry with her, so she ran over and planted a wet lip smack on my cheek. I scrunched up my nose and tried to pull away but her death grip kept me in place.

  “Come on, let me treat ya’ll to lunch for Logan’s birthday,” Tank said diverting my attention back to food.

  “Tank, you have already done enough with the car. We are fine,” I explained pushing Campbell off of me.

  “I insist, a quick run to the diner. I won’t take no for an answer.”

  “Plus I can try some food so when people ask what’s good I can tell them,” added Campbell nodding her head.

  “You got a job?” Tank asked as he grabbed Campbell’s shoulders turning her towards the gate. “Congrats, Sunshine.” I did a quick scan of the area looking for Colton but came up empty so I reluctantly followed.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Colton

  “You really want your little sunshine around these fucking vultures?” I questioned Tank, pointing around the clubhouse and to the few brothers who were hanging around. A few chuckled at my name calling. I stood behind the bar restocking it for tonight’s party that I just found out would have two more guests.

  “I don’t plan on letting her out of my sight, jackass. And if you were smart you would glue yourself to Logan and stop all that bullshit you got running in your head. It is obvious that you dig her and you can tell she’s feelin’ it to. Go with it and see where you end up.”

  “Is that what you plan on doing with Campbell?” My interest spiked as Tank started pacing on the other side of the bar. He ran his hand through his black hair and looked at me with those black, dead eyes, “Once she is eighteen, hell yeah.” He smirked and for an instant his eyes lightened where you could actually tell they were brown. Wow, never thought I would see that again.

  “Fuck!” I yelled to no one in particular. “I am too fucking young to be thinking about Logan the way I do. I mean she is so fucking hot and sweet, all smiles and innocence. I mean she was singing some pop shit today and dancing around. That has no place here and you know it.” I rubbed my buzzed head back and forth. “My pop didn’t even take an old lady until he was 28. I got three more years of random pussy and fucking sweet butts whenever and wherever before I have to settle down.”

  “Who says you got to be 28? You want to follow in Wesson’s footsteps? He married your mom who was the biggest bitch anyone had ever met. She hated this life and the club. Got your dad shot twice because of her bullshit. And you want to follow that path? There ain’t a single sweet butt here that you would take as an old lady. And even if you did pick one, you would be picking her because of how she fit in the club or how she didn’t give you shit while she was at home and you were here stepping out on her. Get your head out of your ass. You could have a chance at something here. Do you think I care that we are only 25 and I have met my sunshine? I could give two shits. I never thought there would be light in my world again after everything that has happened. So I am willing to see what comes of it before I completely dismiss it.”

  “You done lecturing?” I turned around so he could not see how much his words hit home. He was right. I did not want any of the current sweet butts as a permanent anything in my life. But does Logan want this life? She would have to accept all of me and this club is a large part. What if she doesn’t want to? I have never once been rejected by a female and did not plan on starting that shit now.

  “Yeah, I’m done. We cool?”

  I turned back to face him, lifting my right arm and making a fist, “Always brother,” as we fist bumped.

  “When are Wesson and Whistler getting back?” Tank never called his father pop.

  “Probably another week or so,” I answered. “Talked to him earlier while you were escorting two lovely ladies to lunch, and he said they had one more stop to make before heading back here.”


  “Good to know. I am heading out to run home and shower. Want to meet at your house to bring them over?”

  “Nah, brother. I am staying here so you just pick them up.” He called out “peace” as he walked out the door, not waiting for me to respond.

  Logan

  Colton’s tongue swirled around my nipple as his hand pulled on the other one. A moan escaped my lips. His leather and musk scent bombarded me as I whimpered from the pleasure pain he was causing within me. I will never forget his smell; all male and danger. It was intoxicating and only added to my desire. He moved between my legs rubbing his jean-clad erection into my sweet spot as I matched his rhythms stroke for stroke. He pulled my shirt over my head trapping my arms above my head. He ground harder into me, panting in my ear, “Leave your arms above your head or else,” in a delicious growl. His mouth moved down to my neck, nibbling, tasting, taking. My body was on fire from his mind-numbing torture. His tongue invaded my mouth as his hands moved down my body, stopping to pinch and pull on my nipples. This brought a moan from deep in my throat that he swallowed in another deep kiss.

  I felt my breasts swell under his manipulations. “More than a handful just like I love,” he whispered across my lips. His tongue’s affection returned to my nipple as his free hand swept down my body to my inner thigh. He traced small circles with his thumb, inching closer and closer to my core. His weight shifted as he got closer to my heat. “Please,” I begged, wanting his touch where I needed it most. I would beg nonstop if it found me any release from my aching core. I lifted my hips willing him to end his torture.

  He brushed the back of his fingers up and down the front of my damp panties. “You are so wet for me,” he moaned, still tweaking my nipple. “Colt, please,” I begged as I pushed my clit harder into his hand. “Patience beautiful,” he breathed as he pushed my panties to the side and penetrated me with one finger. I shuttered as he added a second finger and pushed his thumb against my clit. “Yes,” I moaned unable to stop myself, moving my hips with his hand’s timing. “That’s it beautiful, fuck my fingers.” He added a third and I felt so full, stretched and wet.

  Colton buried his face into my neck licking and sucking on my skin. Goose bumps erupted all over my arms and chest. I moaned as his hand picked up speed adding more pressure to my throbbing clit. I dropped my arms and ran my hands over his head enjoying the fuzz from his short hair without thought to his earlier warning. He chuckled in my ear as he whispered, “You’ll pay for that later beautiful.” I was too lost to understand what I had done wrong. My brain too foggy from the pleasure he was building inside of me. My breath picked up, my core tightened and I started moaning as I fell over . . .

  “Logan, wake up.” Campbell violently shook me. “You were moaning in your sleep. Were you having a bad dream?” I opened my eyes to see concern in hers.

  I rolled over to avoid her prying eyes. My core ached and I could feel how wet my panties were. “No, Cam.”

  “Oh.” The brief pause told me she was putting the pieces together. “So, not a nightmare?” I heard the smile in her question. “Then you were having a good dream, like maybe a fantasy of one Hottie McHotterson?

  “Not quite,” I lied as I turned to push her off the bed. “Why are you in my room?” I asked trying to distract her, sounding as if I was thirteen again.

  “Tank is going to be here in 30 minutes to get us for the party. I came to tell you and found you moaning for your biker god.”

  “Oh Lord. Just go so I can get ready.” I waved her out of the room.

  “About that . . . since we are the same size and I got more clothes out of the last place than you did, I brought you this dress to wear. It matches your eyes.” Campbell handed me one of her favorite blue strapless dresses. It was a baby doll type dress where the entire material covering the chest was an elastic band to hold it up. I loved this dress and Campbell knew it. I wore it once before with cute platform wedges that made the escape with us. “Leave your hair down and if you hurry I can curl it for you.”

  “Hey Cam,” I yelled as she was already out the door. “Thanks for this. But what are you going to wear?”

  “Number one, it doesn’t matter what I wear because I am fucking hot,” she yelled from her room down the hall, “and number two, my gold halter dress made it with matching sandals so there is a God after all.” She was right. I had to hand it to her; she looked hot in that gold dress. It brought out the gold specks in her eyes.

  My earlier dream was all but forgotten until I took that first step and the brush of my wet panties across my sensitive clit brought it all crashing back. Yep, I better jump in the shower and relieve that ache.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Colton

  I got a text from Tank that he was at Logan’s place, and that they would be there in about 15 minutes so I ran upstairs and got ready. I threw everything into the closest in case I was lucky enough to get Logan in my room. I was walking down the steps as they came through the door. My breath caught when I saw Logan. Her beauty was so distracting that all conversations in the room stopped as every male took notice of her. Campbell said something and all three laughed as Tank put his hand on Campbell’s back guiding her into the common area towards the bar. Logan followed and was looking around the room taking it all in.

  She was not looking but searching, stopping the minute she caught sight of me on the steps. Damn. A smile that hid a secret spread across her beautiful face, and I was going to make it my mission to find out what it was. I hopped down the last few steps walking straight over to the bar, taking in her endless legs that were extended by fuck me heels and topped off with a strapless blue dress that showed her perky breasts and matched her eyes. Damn. That shade of blue looks great on her but it will look even better on my floor. Her auburn hair that looked more red than brown under these lights was cascading down her back in long curls.

  Rabbit and Ax, our newest prospects, were working the bar. Both were tight and fitting in well with the brothers. I nodded at them with two fingers in the air knowing that two beers would be waiting for me. Each step I took closer to Logan had my heart pounding harder. When I made it to her I took several gulps of beer in hopes of calming my racing heart. When I finally came up for air, I handed one to her tapping the neck of my bottle to hers and said, “Cheers.” She responded in kind as a blush crept across her cheeks. She brought the bottle up to those heart-shaped lips and drank generously. I prayed it was because she was just as affected.

  “Hey,” she said when she was done. I acted like I could not hear her over the noise and stepped closer, ducking my head down until I felt her breath on my ear. “Hey,” she whispered in my ear.

  “Hey yourself beautiful,” I said as I buried my face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. I felt the tension I had before melt away, her pear scent a balm to my frayed nerves. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind where I could examine it later. I slid my arm around her shoulders which brought her directly into my side, fitting her soft curves to my hard angles. Her slim body fit perfectly against mine. My dick twitched. Steady boy!

  “Cam, how you doing?” I asked Campbell trying to distract myself.

  “Good Colton.”

  I willed myself to act causal when Logan leaned into me, when all I really wanted to do was beat my chest and drag her upstairs to claim what was mine. Mine? What am I thinking? I shook my head in hopes of clearing it. I looked around to see several brothers with questions in their eyes. I just shrugged my shoulders as my gaze returned to those deep ocean blue eyes looking up at me. I knew in that moment I could drown in that ocean and be a happy man.

  “LOGAN! CAMPBELL!” Trigger shouted from somewhere behind me. Logan started to pull away to find him. “The princesses have arrived.” Tank and I made eye contact as he shook his head taking a deep breath before turning towards Trigger. Trigger was a year older than us but looked ten from the heavy drinking and snorting. He was a smart ass who was always ran his mouth and started shit.
He was a brother and that meant I would do anything at any time for him but tonight he needed to keep his shit in line.

  Damn it. Logan pulled her body away but stayed within my arm as Trigger took her delicate hand in his massive one giving it a lingering kiss. “You are truly the most beautiful thing in this room,” Trigger cooed as he stood up. “I see my brother has already staked a claim.” His words were directed at Logan but his gaze never left mine. “Fair enough,” he continued, plastering a fake smile on his face and looking back to Logan. “I know next time to move faster.”

  “We got a problem?” I asked pulling Logan back into my side enforcing my point that she was mine.

  Knox placed himself between Trigger and me as he leaned in and gave Logan a kiss on the cheek, successfully distancing Trigger and me. “Hey ladies, waaaazzzz up?” Logan and Campbell both laughed, cutting the tension. Knox was good like that. His stupid ass then became the entertainment retelling some crazy-ass stories and how he came to get Mohawk which was the funniest. Other brothers joined our small circle every now and then to talk or meet our lovely companions. A few sweet butts tried to break up our little group but none of the guys seemed to want to leave the light of Logan and Campbell’s attention. We were all like moths to a flame.

  Logan

  I was buzzed. No ifs, ands, or butts about it. Four beers in two hours would do that to someone who never had the money to buy alcohol. Thank God it was only beer. I caught Campbell’s eye and she stood on her toes to whisper in Tank’s ear. He had put some distance between them since our circle formed leaving every once in a while to get beers for the group or a soda for Campbell. The only contact made was when Campbell initiated it. I would have to remember to ask her about that. He pointed to a hallway next to the stairs and I heard her say thank you. Campbell took my hand gesturing me to follow so I moved out of Colton’s arm. Although we all stood in a loose circle Knox never moved from his spot between Trigger and Colton.