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We walk into the club house and I walk Roman through all the introductions, the poor guy shakes about twenty hands, but he does it with ease. He’s not at all intimidated by the bikers, and I love that about him. When we’re done, I join Jack, Phoenix, Quinn, Diesel, Mercedes, and Kaylee in the room where they’re drinking, playing twister and generally being pains in the asses.

“Guys,” I say when we walk in.

“Oh. He’s here!” Phoenix says, launching out of his chair. “Finally. She’s told us so many raunchy sex stories about you.”

I look to Roman and he raises his brows. “I totally have not.”

“Yep, she told us about that time in the tent,” Quinn says, shaking Roman’s hand. “Nice work, brother.”

My face flushes. “How the hell did you know about that?”

His eyes swing to Matilda and she giggles.

“You’re a terrible secret keeper!” I say, picking up a Cheeto and throwing it across the room at her.

“Jack,” Jack says, stepping up to Roman and sizing him up. Then he extends his hand.

“Roman. Good to meet you.”

They stare at each other a few minutes, neither breaking eye contact, then Jack looks to me with a grin. “He wasn’t afraid of my death stare, he’s in.”

Roman laughs and Jack thrusts him a beer.

I roll my eyes. “Nobody is afraid of your death stare, Jack. It’s terrible.”

Jack looks to Roman. “Was it terrible?”

“Fuckin’ terrible.”

Jack sighs. “I gotta work on that.”

I finish all the introductions, with Diesel being the most reserved. He’s just like Mack, he always sits back and inspects people before making a decision about them.

“How are you two?” I ask him and Mercy when we’re all sitting down, drinking.

“Good,” she says, throwing her leg onto Diesel’s lap.

“What have I told you about the legs on my lap, babe,” he says to her, giving her a gorgeous grin.

“What was my response, honey? Oh, that’s right, I don’t care.”

Roman chuckles.

“You’ll get used to Mercedes and Diesel,” I say. “She’s a pain in his ass, but he loves her.”

“He really does,” Mercy grins. “He loves the shit out of me.”

Diesel grunts.

“That’s a grunt of love,” she informs us.

Diesel sighs.

“That’s a sigh of satisfaction.”

Diesel looks to us. “Do you see what I have to fucking put up with?”

She leans over and grabs his face, kissing him.

I smile.

Roman takes my hand.

Everything is fucking awesome.

Finally.

~*~*~*~

With bleary eyes, I open the door and stare blankly at the man standing in my doorway.

Michael.

He has some nerve coming back here after what he did, but, it would appear he has no brains because here he is, standing on my doorstep in the middle of the night. I rub my eyes and then mumble, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“You need to tell those bikers to back off.”

I shake my head. “Seriously, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I swear, they’re fucking following me. I left you alone, I did what that fucking idiot wanted, but I know they’re still watching me.”

Paranoid much?

“Honestly, Michael, you’re losing it. They’re not following you. Trust me, if they wanted to hurt you, they would have done it. Move on, I have.”

“I won’t fucking move on!” he barks. “Fucking you was the worst mistake of my life, I can’t believe I got involved with you, now I’ve got crazy people watching my every move.”

“Firstly,” I snap. “If crazy people are watching your every move it’s because you’ve done something to make them. It isn’t my family. Secondly, believe me when I say fucking you was the worst mistake I’ve ever made, too.”

“Fuck you, Molly.”

He steps forward, and a dark, angry voice comes from behind me. “Take another step, I will break your fucking legs.”

Roman is here.

Michael didn’t know that.

“Who the fuck is that?” Michael asks.

“That’s the man who picked me up when you left me broken on the ground, he’s also the man I’m seeing. Now, if you don’t mind, Michael, I’d appreciate if you leave.”

“Did you tell him?” Michael demands as Roman appears beside me at the door, his face hard and angry. “Is it you who is fucking following me? I didn’t mean to hit her. I was drunk. Fuck, I made one mistake.”

“What?” Roman says, his voice icy.

“I ...” Michael’s eyes widen, and flicker to me.

“He hit you?” Roman asks, looking down at me.

Uh oh.

“It was a while ago and—” I begin, but my words are cut off.

Roman takes a step forward and he punches Michael so hard he stumbles backwards and falls down the front steps. I gasp, pressing a hand to my mouth. Roman steps out the front door and glances down at Michael, who is groaning and holding his nose, which is spurting with blood.

“Get the fuck away from her house, and believe me, if you come here again, you really will have someone following your filthy fuckin’ ass. Get lost. Do not fucking come back.”

Roman is scary when he’s mad.

And hot.

Holy fucking hot.

Michael nods, stammering a sorry, and scrambles down the front path. Roman turns to me and opens his mouth to speak, but I launch at him. He catches me and takes two steps back until his back hits a pole on the front porch. I smash my lips against his and kiss him so hard we’re both left breathless.

“Wha—” he says, but I don’t let him stop.

I unhook my legs, grab his shirt, and pull him towards me until my back presses against the wall of the house. Then I kiss him again, while reaching down and jerking his pants down just enough to free his cock.

“Molly,” he growls. “We’re out the front still.”

“Don’t care,” I murmur. “That was so fucking hot. I need you, right now.”

He groans when I curl my hand around his dick, squeezing.

“He hit you,” he rasps as I lift my nightie and pull my panties aside.

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