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  When I was as presentable as I was going to get, I grabbed the small box I’d hidden in my bag, and drove over to Tank’s house. I knocked on the door, and he answered with Allegra on his hip. He looked me over and shook his head before stepping back and letting me inside.

  “What?” I asked.

  “You look like you do any other time. I’d thought you’d put some effort into this.”

  Go ahead. Kick me while I’m down.

  Josie came down the hall, and my cock got hard just looking at her. She had on some sort of black pants that molded to her curves, and a fitted top that left nothing to the imagination. Calf-high boots clicked on the wood floor as she came closer and fuck if I didn’t want to see her wearing those, and nothing else. She smirked and I wondered if she’d read my mind.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  She nodded, then gave Allegra a kiss and her brother a hug. My daughter waved at me and I reached out to grab her hand, giving it a kiss. No way I was getting close enough to Tank to do more than that. He might have agreed to watch Allegra so I could take Josie out and keep her out all night, but I could tell he wasn’t thrilled over the idea of me and his sister being together.

  I got on my bike and Josie swung her leg over the seat behind me. Her body pressed against mine, her thighs gripping my hips. When she wrapped her arms around my waist, she clasped her hands right over my belt buckle and I fought back a groan. I backed the bike down the driveway, then headed for the front gate. As we turned onto the main road, her hands dropped a little lower and she gave my cock a squeeze.

  I damn near wrecked the bike and I could feel her laughing behind me, but she did pull her hands back up to my belt. No woman had ever gotten to me the way Josie did. I hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or bad thing, because it meant she could easily wrap me around her finger. I’d hated seeing her cry at the hospital, and I’d do anything to keep a smile on her face. Was it wrong I hoped that involved multiple orgasms every night for the rest of our lives?

  The little Italian place I’d discovered was crowded, but not overly so. I was able to park not too far from the door and I reached for Josie’s hand, tangling our fingers together as we walked inside. The hostess settled us at a table by the window and I admired Josie as she sat across from me. I’d seen other guys checking her out as we’d passed, and I didn’t hold it against them. As long as all they did was look. First man to flirt with her or touch her would be going home minus a few teeth.

  “This is nice,” Josie said. “I haven’t been here in a while.”

  I looked around and noticed most of the customers were older. “Not a hot date place?”

  She shrugged. “It’s a little pricey for the younger crowd. I came with my mom a few times, but it was usually for special occasions. You did realize this is one of the most expensive places in town, right? Because we can leave and go somewhere else.”

  “Josie?”

  She blinked. “What?”

  “Shut up.” I smiled to soften the words. “I can afford to take you out for a nice meal. The Devils pay me well. I not only handle any jobs Cinder assigns, but I work with Scratch at the garage too.”

  “Garage?” she asked, sounding skeptical.

  I shrugged. “Okay, so it’s more of a chop shop. We aren’t exactly the kind of club that walks the straight and narrow. But we’re not into hardcore shit, and we don’t sell women. Not anymore.”

  “Anymore?” Her eyes went wide.

  “Before Cinder took over, the old Pres kept a few whorehouses in the county. We dismantled them when Cinder took over. Our old Pres got us into a lot of bad shit, had people knocking on our door wanting our blood. Cinder has worked hard to clean things up and put all that in our past. The chop shop stays, and we also own a few bars in our county. Sometimes we deal in guns, and we have a small pot field inside the compound. But we don’t sell to minors.”

  She opened and shut her mouth a few times, then nodded.

  “Not going to read me the riot act about breaking the law?” I asked.

  “Can’t really do that when I’ve been living with the Reapers, now, can I? It’s not like they don’t do illegal shit too.”

  I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. Josie was made for this life, meant to be a biker’s woman. She’d had a problem with the harder stuff, but didn’t care that we broke the law. I had a feeling she’d fit in well with the Devils, if she gave us a chance. And I knew my brothers would love the fact that she could be sassy and sweet. They’d adore Allegra, and she’d get spoiled rotten as the only kid in the club. But first things first…

  “Have you thought more about going with me when I leave? If Allegra’s doctor says she’s okay.”

  She nodded and stared at the table a moment. “I’ve had Tank in my life for a long time. I didn’t know about him at first, but he found out about me and made sure I knew to come to him if I had any problems. He’s been my rock for as long as I can remember. Leaving him won’t be easy.”

  “But?” I was hoping there was a but in there. If not, I was screwed and not in a pleasant way. More in the bend over and take it without lube kind of way. I needed Josie. Wanted her. I just didn’t know if her love for her brother would trump whatever we could have together.

  “I want to go with you,” she said softly. “You’ve shown me that you’re not going to run this time, and that you really care about Allegra. She needs her father in her life. I just want to know that I’ll have the freedom to come visit my family whenever I want.”

  I reached across the table and took her hand. “Josie, I’m not chaining you to my bed. Although, now that the thought is in my head, you tied down and spread open for me is rather pleasant. But no, I won’t keep you from your family.”

  I released her hand and rubbed my hands up and down my thighs before I stood up. I hoped like hell my hands weren’t shaking as badly as it felt like they were, then I knelt next to her and pulled the small box out of my pocket. Her eyes went wide, and she stared at me unblinking.

  “Josie. I know that we don’t know much about each other still, but we’ll have a lifetime to learn. I don’t just want to be a father to Allegra. I want to be a friend to you. A lover.” I opened the box. “A husband.”

  Her eyes started to tear and she blinked rapidly to hold the tears back. “Jackal, I…”

  “Eric,” I reminded her. “Only you get to call me that.”

  “Only me?” she asked softly, staring at the ring.

  “Only you, sweetheart. Will you be mine in all ways?” I asked.

  She paused, staring at the ring before locking her gaze with mine. After a moment, she nodded and held out a trembling hand. I slid the ring onto her finger and applause broke out around us as I kissed her. As much as I wanted to fly her to Vegas and make her mine right this second, I’d give her as much time as she needed, now that she’d agreed to make things legal. I wanted both my girls to have my last name. Wanted us to be a real family. Something I’d never really had, unless you counted the Devils. My adoptive family had tried, they really had, but I’d been a screwed up little shit by the time they got me and I’d given them hell. I hadn’t realized until it was too late that I’d fucked up something good.

  My childhood with my junkie mom had been pretty fucked-up, and I was determined that Allegra wouldn’t face any of the shit I had to. The people who adopted me had tried their hardest to give me a normal upbringing, but by then, the damage had already been done. I wanted her to have a fairy-tale kind of life, just with Harleys instead of knights on horses. Horses were overrated anyway. They crapped everywhere and could bite.

  We broke apart and I retook my seat. Josie kept looking at her ring, making it shine in the light. When our server came to take our order, I wondered how long it would take for the food to arrive and for us to eat, because I was more than ready to take my woman home and celebrate. Preferably naked and with her screaming my name all night long. By the time I got the che
ck and paid for our meal, I was so fucking hard from watching her lips wrap around her fork and the teasing looks she’d been giving me, that I didn’t know if I’d make it home before I fucked her.

  I was holding it together, mostly, until she grabbed my cock halfway to the compound. I pulled down a darkened alley between two strip malls, and checked out the space to make sure it was dark enough and there weren’t cameras.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Off. Get off the bike, Josie.”

  She released me and stood, giving me a confused look. I swung my leg over the bike and reached for her pants. They were made of some stretchy material, and I jerked them down her hips until the tops of her boots stopped them from going any lower. She gasped and her mouth dropped open, but I didn’t give her time to process what was happening. I unfastened my pants, then bent her over the seat of my bike.

  With one hard thrust, I was buried balls deep inside her, and Josie was moaning for more.

  “Fuck, Eric! That feels so good.”

  I gripped a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “When you tease me, be prepared to have my cock inside you. Doesn’t matter where we are or who we’re with. I’ll find somewhere to take you.”

  She whimpered and pressed back against me.

  I released her hair and gripped her hips with both hands, driving myself into her hard and deep. She was so fucking wet, and so damn tight. It only took a few minutes before I was coming inside her, filling her pussy with my cum. Some of it leaked out around my shaft and I gathered it on my finger, then teased the tight hole between her ass cheeks. Josie gasped and I felt her tighten around me.

  I kept teasing, using light strokes, before I pressed my finger into her slowly. My dick was still hard as a fucking post and I gave her pussy a few strokes as I teased her ass. As she relaxed, I gathered more of our mingled release and added a second finger, stretching her out. This wasn’t the ideal place for this, but she looked too damn beautiful spread across my bike.

  “You like that?” I asked, working her ass with my fingers.

  “Y-yes. Oh, God. Eric, anyone could…”

  “Could walk by and see us? See you filled with my cock, my fingers in your ass?” I asked.

  “Yes.” She whimpered, then it turned to a moan as I added another finger.

  “I think you like that idea. The thought that we could be caught.”

  “Maybe,” she admitted.

  I used more of my cum to slick her tight hole, then I pulled out of her pussy and spread her ass cheeks wide. Her breath caught as I pressed against her, slowly pushing into her tight ass. I stroked in and out of her slowly, watching as she stretched tight around my shaft.

  “Fucking beautiful,” I said. “One day, I’m going to record this so you can see how gorgeous your ass looks taking my cock.”

  “Eric, I…”

  I took her a little harder, a bit faster, and soon I was driving deep. I reached around her to play with her clit, pinching it tight. It was all she needed and she screamed out her release. Little shockwaves made her tremble. Her ass tightened on my cock and I pounded into her until I came. My cock twitched and I slowly pulled out, holding her open so I could watch my cum slip out of her. Fucking perfection.

  I helped her right her clothes, then zipped up my jeans. Giving her a hard kiss and a smack on the ass, we got back on the bike.

  “Now that the appetizer is out of the way, we can go home and get to the meal,” I said.

  “Appetizer? I’m not sure my legs work anymore,” she said.

  I chuckled and revved the engine, then headed back to the Reapers compound. If she thought her legs wouldn’t work now, wait until I was done with her. I had her all to myself tonight, and I planned to fuck her all night long. When my cock wasn’t inside her, I’d be teasing her with my tongue, making her come over and over again. By morning, she’d be hoarse and wouldn’t be able to walk. But who knew when we’d get another chance to have a night to ourselves? I was going to take full advantage.

  Something told me she wouldn’t mind, not with the way she was clinging to me. When we got to the duplex, the bike had barely come to a stop when she’d hopped off and run for the door. I smiled and went after her. Once the door shut, our clothes came off, and we didn’t even make it as far as the bedroom the first two times. I took her hard and fast against the door, making it rattle on its hinges, then the wall in the hallway was christened. By the time we made it to the bed, my dick needed a break, but my tongue was in perfect working order, and I was more than ready to make her come for hours.

  Best. Fucking. Night. Ever.

  Chapter Seven

  Josie

  Holy hell! Jackal had kept me up all night and well into the morning when we’d gone on our date. When his cock hadn’t been in my pussy or my ass, his head had been between my legs, and that talented tongue of his had me screaming his name. I was sore, but in a way that had a permanent smile on my face. Yeah, I looked thoroughly fucked even three days later. Tank said I was glowing, and I was convinced that nothing would burst my bubble of happiness. But you know what they say about tempting fate…

  Jackal was in the living room playing with Allegra, and Tank was in the kitchen sucking down coffee like it was the elixir of life, when a knock sounded at the front door. I went to open it, thinking it was a Reaper looking for Tank. And came to face to face with a man I didn’t know, but I recognized his eyes. Because I saw them every morning when I looked in the mirror. He had the same dark hair as Tank, though.

  His gaze scanned over me before he looked me in the eye. “You’ve grown up, Josie. Not going to give your old man a hug?”

  My heart hammered in my chest and I gripped the door tight. “Why the fuck should I give you a hug? You’re just a sperm donor.”

  He rocked back on his heels and nodded. “Guess I deserve that.”

  I raked my gaze over him again, stopping at the cut he wore. He’d been a Nomad, or that’s what Tank had told me when I’d asked about our father. A drifter who didn’t belong to a chapter, wandering from place to place. But he’d never once said which club our dad belonged to, just that he wasn’t a Reaper. I stared at the patch and his name. Demonic Reign -- Abraxas. I’d heard of them before. Everyone had. They brought terror and chaos everywhere they went. And my father was one of them? No wonder Tank had kept that little tidbit to himself.

  “Tank!” I yelled out.

  I heard the scrape of his chair and his booted steps as he came closer. He pulled the door loose from my iron grip, and then I heard him growl.

  “Told you not to come here anymore,” Tank said.

  I looked up and his gaze was narrowed. His lips were firm as he glowered at our father. Or maybe father wasn’t the right term. He’d fucked our moms and ridden off into the sunset, leaving a piece of himself behind and not much else except broken hearts. I’d wanted to meet him when I was little, but then Tank had found me and I’d settled for having a big brother. Now I was glad I’d never met the man before. A chill went down my spine at the cold look in his eyes as he stared at Tank.

  “Son,” our father said.

  “I don’t know why you’re here, but you can turn the fuck around and leave,” Tank said, trying to slam the door, but our dad caught it.

  “Now is that any way to treat family?” our dad asked.

  “You’re not family,” Tank said.

  Jackal came up behind me, our daughter in his arms. “Everything okay?”

  “Our sperm donor was just leaving,” I said. “Right?”

  Our dad looked at my daughter, then his gaze landed on Jackal’s cut and that’s when everything went to shit.

  “A fucking Devil is in your house?” our father said through clenched teeth. “And holding what? My granddaughter?”

  “Uh, no,” I said. “You will never be considered her grandfather. Not even if hell froze over.”

  “Over my dead body will I let you hook up with a Devil,” my father said. “He
leaves. Now.”

  I folded my arms over my chest and pressed a little closer to Tank, trying to block our dad from coming inside. “You don’t get a say in who stays and who goes. This isn’t your house. Not your town. Not your club. Get the fuck out and stay gone. You’re not wanted.”

  “You’re my daughter. Since you’re not attached to a Reaper, that makes you Demonic Reign property.” My father gave me a cold smile. “And I don’t agree to you being with him.”

  “Are you fucking serious right now?” I asked. “I’ve never laid eyes on you before today. If I’m property of any club, it’s the Reapers. They’ve been my family for years. I’ve lived here at the compound for over two years. What is it they say? Possession is nine tenths of the law? Guess that makes me a Reaper. Until I marry Jackal. Then I’ll be a Devil.”

  “And you condone this?” our dad asked Tank.

  “She seems to like him, and he’s good with their daughter. Besides, Devils and Reapers are family, but Josie is right. You aren’t. You’ve never been a father to either of us, and all the other siblings that we have out there. You’re just a piece of shit drifter who can’t keep his pants zipped.” Tank leaned in closer to our dad “Now get the fuck off my property. I’m calling the gate and if you aren’t out of here in the next three minutes, I’ll have your carcass put on display as a warning to any who want to fuck with my family.”

  Our dad’s face flushed red, and I would be willing to bet he would pop a blood vessel if he didn’t calm down. Not that I cared. Let him stroke out on our porch and drop dead. Wouldn’t bother me any. Or Tank. Like I’d said. Abraxas was no family of mine. Never would be. Seemed Tank felt the same way since he’d just threatened the man.

  “This isn’t over,” our dad said. “She’s my kid and I don’t agree to her being with a fucking Devil.”