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  Abriana let out a moan and Smokey caught sight of Ugly Beast watching them. Bella, their daughter, was in Abriana’s arms.

  “Why is she here?” Ugly Beast asked. “She’s not club.”

  “She’s mine.” Smokey grabbed a beer and ignored the looks his men gave him.

  He’d never staked his claim on any woman, and he didn’t intend to start now, but with the way the brothers were acting around Ava, she wasn’t going to stick around.

  Smokey wanted her around as long as it took to fuck her right out of his system, and that was it.

  “And you think I act irrationally.” Ugly Beast shook his head.

  “Get used to her.”

  He’d been fucking her for nearly three weeks now and rather than be bored by her, he was more fucking enraptured by her. The way she smiled, the softness of her laugh. It was all getting to him.

  There was no doubt she drove him crazy with need. He thought about her every single day, and that was bad news. He should be cutting her out of his life, not finding reasons to keep her in it. He loved that she didn’t have any other experience. Her ex had done a number on her, and well, he loved showing her everything she could have. She was an amazing student.

  With a beer in hand, he left the brothers who were staring at him as if he’d gone insane, and made his way over to her.

  The moment she saw him, her smile grew even wider.

  He banded an arm around her and took possession of her mouth. The entire club was there to see it.

  “You did good, babe,” he said.

  “It all looks good, but I guess it would have to depend on what people thought.” She rested her arm on his shoulder. “I hope I didn’t go overboard.”

  “People will love it.”

  “He’s here,” one of the club women said, bringing silence to them.

  They all made their way around the clubhouse to the main parking lot.

  Kinky had taken the van.

  The passenger door opened up, and cheers erupted all around.

  “Are you sure he should be leaving the hospital?” Ava asked. “He looks so bad.”

  “He’ll be fine soon.” He nodded at Hanson.

  Hunter came out and handed him the jacket.

  Smokey let Ava go and made his way toward Hanson, who stood next to the truck. His face was bright red.

  “I’m sorry all the brothers couldn’t be here to see this, but you earned this.” He opened up the jacket and he watched as Hanson struggled to contain his joy. He handed the leather cut to him, gripping the back of his neck. “Welcome, brother.”

  Hanson shook his hand and slapped him on the back.

  He watched for a few seconds as the club pulled Hanson in, hugging, shaking hands, slapping him on the shoulder.

  Smokey watched as Ava smiled. She looked happy.

  “You know the kid?” Smokey asked.

  “No. I don’t know him, but it’s not exactly hard to see that he was so thrilled to earn his cut.”

  “He did a good job.”

  “He looks happy. I’m so thrilled for him.”

  It wasn’t long before music fired up and the party started. Smokey took Ava in his arms, danced with her, drank, and it was only an hour into the party, but he saw the way his woman kept on glancing over at the buffet table.

  No one had touched the food.

  His club was known for eating shit loads at events like this.

  “I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” she said.

  Smokey nodded, and as soon as she left, he turned to the brothers. “Why aren’t you eating?”

  “We don’t know her. Ugly Beast made a valid point. It’s one thing for you to fuck her. It’s quite another thing to allow her to cook for us,” Brick said.

  “Oh, fuck this shit. You’re all happy to eat her baked goods.” Raven climbed off the wall where she’d been sitting and went to the table.

  Smokey watched as Raven took a slice of bread and dipped it into another bowl. She scooped out a generous amount and took a bite.

  “Oh, fuck,” she said. “This is good.”

  Before anyone could take one to try, she picked up the dip and the bread, and moved away.

  “Hey!” one of the brothers called out.

  “You losers were too lame to try the food. This is mine.”

  Smokey smiled as the club descended on the table.

  This was what Ava saw when she came out of the clubhouse.

  She stopped and watched them all at the table. “They finally got hungry?” she asked.

  “They did. All it takes is one person.” He winked at her.

  “Did you do this?” She put her hand to his chest.

  “Nah, I don’t do any kind of shit like that.”

  “I was worried that no one liked what I picked, and I did research what goes well at a picnic.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Stop frowning. The club knows you’re an easy target. They’ll get used to you. You’ve just got to stop letting them get to you.”

  “Thank you,” she said.

  “What for?”

  “For making them eat it.”

  “Babe, I can’t make them do anything. Is there anything you can’t do?” he asked. She could cook, bake, keep house, fuck. So far, she was the perfect woman.

  Was that why he couldn’t keep away from her?

  He wanted her.

  She wasn’t like the whores who stuck around hoping for any cock to notice them. Ava didn’t look toward any of his brothers. Her gaze was always on him.

  “There’s a lot I can’t do.” She smiled. “I just hope you don’t find out what it is.”

  Chapter Seven

  “You don’t think this looks stupid?” Ava asked, turning left and right for him to see.

  “Hell, no, it doesn’t.” Smokey let out a whistle.

  Tonight, Smokey had invited her to a club party. The only warning he’d given her was that it wasn’t going to be tame.

  The men were going to play, and he wanted her to join him.

  She didn’t have any party clothes and told him so. In response, he’d turned up to her house tonight complete with the appropriate attire. Staring down the length of her body, though, she had to wonder. The skirt went above the knee, and it was way too indecent to go out in.

  The bra and shirt he’d purchased for her, well, her tits were squeezed together so tightly it gave the word cleavage a whole new meaning. She was so far out of her comfort zone it wasn’t even funny. She gave a little wriggle and Smokey chuckled.

  “What is it?”

  “I don’t know. You don’t think it’s too revealing?”

  “That’s its purpose. I want to be able to see you.”

  “I don’t know. This feels … strange,” she said. “Look.”

  Smokey stepped away from the doorframe and moved toward her. His hands went to her hips. “What are you finding difficult with how you look?”

  “You’re going to have club women there.”

  “So?”

  “And I … look at me. I’m thirty years old. I don’t equal them. I never will. I should just stay home tonight.” She pulled out of his arms and collapsed to the bed.

  There were moments late at night when his arms were wrapped around her that she could allow herself to dream and imagine that he belonged to her. They hadn’t changed the dynamic of their relationship.

  It was still sex. Great sex.

  Smokey was teaching her stuff she’d never even heard of, let alone seen.

  He’d awakened her body, but he’d also opened up her heart. She hadn’t been looking for love, far from it. After Derek, she’d sworn off all men. They were all rat bastards, but Smokey was different.

  It didn’t matter, though.

  There was no way in hell she intended to bring up the possibilities of a relationship. The club wasn’t exactly warming to her, even though she adored them all. She loved stopping by with extra baked goods, or listening to them talk about nothing. They treated h
er as if she was a nobody, and that was fine.

  She got it. To them, she wasn’t anyone important.

  “I’m not going to this party without you. I’ve been looking forward to it all week. I even broke my rules for you. I promised myself no matter what, I wouldn’t shop for a chick. I did all of that for you.” He grabbed her arm and she followed his tug as he moved her in front of the mirror. “Now I don’t know what shit is going on in your brain and quite frankly, I really don’t give a shit. I love what I see.”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his chin against her shoulder. “We’re going to that party, and you’re going to have fun. Do I need to threaten to put you over my knee?”

  She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Fine, but if they all laugh at me, we’re coming right back here, watching a movie and drinking cocoa. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  He took her hand and walked her out of the house. She groaned when she saw his bike waiting for them.

  A couple of times now, she’d ridden on the back of it. Each time, she’d ended up screaming and begging him to stop. So embarrassing.

  “It’ll be fine.”

  “Seriously? Couldn’t we, like, walk?”

  “In those heels?”

  She glanced down at her feet. He’d purchased a pair of stiletto heels. They were quite high, and she felt a little dizzy just glancing down at the floor.

  “Fine. It seems you’re winning all the arguments tonight.”

  “It doesn’t take me long to do.” He winked at her.

  He climbed onto his bike and waited for her.

  She threw her leg over the bike and climbed on, trying not to jostle her weight or show him how heavy she was. The women at the clubhouse were slender. Each woman, apart from Abriana and Raven, had been sure to tell her how easy it was to diet and how important it was to count calories.

  Ava got the message big time. They were slim, she was not. Big deal.

  She held on to Smokey as he started up the bike and took them off into the night. A small scream escaped her, and she held on even tighter to Smokey, not wanting to let him go for even a second.

  “I’ve got you, babe. You just got to have a little faith.”

  She closed her eyes when she felt the panic rise up inside her. They were going to crash. In the back of her mind, she knew it wasn’t possible because of how good of a driver Smokey was, but she couldn’t stop herself.

  “You’re doing good, babe. Not long to go now.”

  Still with her eyes firmly shut, she squeezed Smokey even tighter, praying for the ride to end. When it did, her fingers ached from the tight hold she had.

  Slowly, she opened one eye, then the other as the clubhouse parking lot surrounded them.

  The desire to climb off and kiss the pavement was strong. She held herself in check, settling on just getting off the bike in the most elegant way possible. It wasn’t easy. She struggled with it, but fortunately, she achieved it and she felt so happy.

  Smokey chuckled. “Damn, you’ve got a firm grip.”

  She winced. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “Nope, but I love having you at my back.” He cupped her face and kissed her. “You’re going to have to get used to it.”

  Ava didn’t want to get her hopes up, but each time he said something like that, she found herself on the cusp of believing this was more than just sex. Rather than ask him, she simply smiled and followed behind him when he took her hand.

  They were heading toward the main clubhouse, but the loud, hard music could be heard outside.

  She heard a couple of women giggling, but rather than look toward them, she kept her focus on Smokey’s hand.

  Once inside the clubhouse, she looked past his shoulder, and wow. There was no other word for it as naked women danced on tables, the bar, and she even caught sight of a naked woman on the makeshift dance floor. If it could really be called that.

  Women in many different states of undress were everywhere.

  She’d never noticed so many brothers in one place.

  “We’ve got two different chapters in tonight,” Smokey said. “It’s a party.”

  Ava couldn’t deny that.

  There surely was a lot of nakedness going on.

  Smokey didn’t stay in the sanctuary of the entrance for long. He held her hand even tighter as they moved through the circles of people. She smiled at any familiar faces, but other than that, she stayed perfectly content.

  They made it toward the bar where Smokey ordered them both a couple of beers. Ava was distracted as she noticed Kinky sitting in the corner. It wasn’t the man himself that captured her attention, but what he was doing. He had a woman on her knees before him, worshipping his cock.

  Ava saw the way Kinky had wrapped the woman’s hair in a fist and used the grip he had to control her.

  Both of her hands were on his knees and Kinky guided his cock in deep. She noticed he slowed as the woman began to gag but that didn’t seem to stop him. He took his time and stared at the woman. A communication clearly happening between the two that she wasn’t privy to.

  “He wants her to swallow his entire dick,” Smokey said.

  She whirled around. “He does?”

  “You’re looking a little flustered there.”

  She looked at Kinky then back at Smokey. “But she’s … gagging.” She leaned in to whisper the last part.

  “And it what makes it all the more fun.” Smokey winked at her. “You’re like a virgin, did you know that?”

  Ava shook her head. “I’m not.”

  “No, I’ve taken care of it, but you act like you’ve never seen a good blowjob.”

  “I’ve seen them. Never in person, but on the internet.” She waved her hand in the air trying to brush the subject over, but Smokey wasn’t having any of it.

  “You’ve watched porn?”

  “Don’t, Smokey. Come on. You know I have. Don’t embarrass me.”

  He chuckled, and with his hand still on hers, he tugged her close until she had no choice but to be body-to-body to him. He placed her hand over the back of his neck. “I have no intention of doing that, but you see, knowing my woman loves to watch porn. It turns me on.”

  “I haven’t watched it since we … you know.”

  “Fucked.”

  “Yes.”

  “You can say the words, babe. It’s not a bad thing.” The hand on her ass had her heart rate speeding up. The bar, the couples, the blatant sex that was going on around her, it all faded away until all that remained was the two of them.

  “Fuck,” she said.

  “I shouldn’t like that as much as I do.” He took possession of her lips, and she closed her eyes. The hand on her ass moved down until it grazed the bottom of her skirt. She let him go to release a moan.

  “We need to get ourselves a seat,” he said.

  Before too long, he’d grabbed both of their beers and led her across the main room. There was a spare seat in the corner, and Smokey took it. She was about to sit opposite him, but he grabbed her hand, tugging her so she had no choice but to collapse against him.

  “People will see,” she said, seeing his intention.

  “Do I look like a man who gives a fuck?” He tugged her a little harder and she had no choice but to follow, moving her thighs to either side of his as he gripped her hips tightly. The skirt she wore rode up, and she quickly pressed her face against his shoulder. Smokey wasn’t having any of that.

  He wrapped his hand around her hair and gave it a tug, forcing her to lift up, which she did.

  “I want to see your face.”

  “Smokey?”

  “I’ve got you. The club doesn’t give a fuck, and if they do, they can look away or blow themselves. I don’t care. This is a party, and I want my woman seated on my dick. Is that so hard?” He circled his finger. “This doesn’t matter. Forget about all of them. It’s me you should be focused on. No one else.”

  She cried out as his hands returned to
her hips and he thrust up. His cock was close to her pussy. The flimsy panties she wore provided zero protection above his denim-covered cock.

  “That’s right. You know you want me, Ava. Stop fighting it.”

  She wasn’t fighting it, but as he broke down her walls, she no longer cared when his hand touched her pussy. At first, he rubbed her across the fabric of her panties, then he slid a finger beneath and started to work on her clit. She whimpered as he took her clit between his fingers and gave it a squeeze before using both fingers to massage on either side. She sank her teeth into her lip as the moans threatened to erupt from inside her.

  He wasn’t happy with that as he moved down to plunder inside her.

  “Please,” she said.

  “I don’t want you to be silent, babe. Give it all to me. Forget the club. Only focus on me. It’s what I want.”

  He slammed two fingers knuckles deep within her, making her cry out from the sheer pleasure of his touch. Smokey made her forget everything. She loved being with him. He didn’t put any controls on either of them. They were both free.

  Ava knew she was falling for the man, but she also didn’t care. He was everything she ever wanted and then some more.

  ****

  Smokey didn’t really care for exhibitionism, but when it came to Ava, he couldn’t help but feel the desire to push her. Her ex had kept her trapped in the same toxic cycle for ten years. Even though she wasn’t a virgin, she certainly acted like it.

  He wanted to break down her walls, to show her the desirable woman she was beneath. How she didn’t need her husband or anyone else to tell her how to live her life or how to be. All she needed was to enjoy fucking.

  Nothing was off the table for him. She could have everything her heart desired. Especially when she chose to use him to get it.

  He added a third finger, spreading her pussy wide, and she gasped. Her eyes closed, and this time, he allowed it as her attention was on him.

  In and out, he worked her cunt, using his thumb to graze across her clit. The music for the most part drowned out everything that was happening in the club. She didn’t get to see the woman spread out on the pool table, with a line of men.

  Smokey didn’t care what she thought as she rode his fingers.