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We garner a lot of attention as we ride down the highway and through St. Pete’s, the last small town before we reach Ruston Farms. All I can see in Aiden’s rearview is bikes for miles. He parks the bike then reaches his gloved hand down and strokes my calf with the tips of his fingers. I practically melt. It’s a gesture that shows he sees me. Making sure I’m okay back here after the ride.
The way my stomach somersaults tells me that somewhere from hate to anger to lust for him, I’ve also started tofeelfor him. I crave his touch, which truthfully scares the living shit out of me, because on paper, we could never work. My family is Hounds of Hell, and even with things appearing friendly now, that could change in a heartbeat. I need to remember that this is all happening so he can keep me safe from Dagger and so I can find out who else was involved in my sister’s rape.
Aiden cuts the throttle while I decide this is a problem for a different day, and in turn, I slide my hand back and forth over his thick thigh. I don’t do this more than twice before he’s looking over his shoulder at me.
“Careful, Rhiannon. I’m already at the end of my restraint with you on the back of my bike in that fuckin’ leather. Keep touching me like that, and you’ll have two hundred people watching while I fuck you ten ways from Sunday on the back of this bike.” I intentionally slide my hand up his thigh and give his dick a light squeeze. I don’t hear the growl, but I feel it.
“You wouldn’t. You’re too good a leader to make everyone wait out here.” I know they won’t head in until he does.
“Wrong. Theonlyreason I wouldn’t is because I don’t want anyone else to see what’smine.”
I fight the feeling that blooms inside me with those words. Squeezing my eyes shut, I repeat:I cannot andwillnot fall for Aiden Foxx.
Chapter 40
Aiden
Grant Ruston was my dad’s army buddy, and this farm is his baby. The two of them were thick as thieves, and he always knows how to host a party. The annual memorial ride for my dad started when I took over from Marco as president, and we’ll repeat it every single year until I’m no longer breathing. Every year it gets bigger. There are over two hundred people here, including ol’ ladies, friends of Grant’s, and people from town, but his property can take it. Grant’s ol’ lady’s family comes from a long line of farmers, and together they own one of the biggest peach farms in Georgia.Ruston Jamis on every grocery store shelf in the coastal plains.
Grant’s land is littered with tents, situated among the trees by the river that runs through his property, and aside from that, there’s a full-service eatery, and a play area for kids. They host birthday parties and other charity events throughout the year to support Georgia’s veterans. They also work with Veterans Affairs, and with Ax Hunter, a Hounds of Hell member whooversees the army hospital the next county over. Even if we don’t share the same cut, we all want the best for the veterans who made it home, and the families of those who didn’t.
A local smokehouse is here smoking ribs and grilling burgers for the large crowd that’s already started drinking, partying, and just having a damn good time. A time my dad would have loved to see.
There are kegs around, but people bring their own booze, their own smoke, or whatever they like. Anything goes here, and these parties have been known to get a little wild.
Grant always offers every club president one of his cabins along the river. The five cabins are a private place where we can have meetings or be away from our men. It’s never a good idea for a president to sleep in the dirt with other clubs around. Even if they are friendly, you never know what another club’s agenda might be. I don’t trust anyone here aside from my own men. I always take the same cabin, furthest from everyone else, backing onto the river.
This year, only three presidents are here. Myself, Jared—president of the Titans—and Dagger, who decided to join us at the last minute. Two weeks ago, he wasn’t planning on it at all. I know his sudden interest in the festivities is because of Mia, but if he’s here, I can watch him. He’s a fucking plague, and he needs to go.
“It’s a good turnout this year, kid.” Grant calls me “kid” even though I’m thirty-five years old. Always has, probably always will.
“Gets better every year,” I retort, flicking my lighter, distracted by the curvy blond who kept me hard all the way here.
Mia looks back over her shoulder and flips me off, stickingher tongue out with a grin, reminding mewhyI’ve quickly become ensnared by her.
I can’t tear my eyes away. She’s been out on that dance floor with Libby for all of thirty minutes, and with every shot of whiskey, she seems more comfortable. Libby grips her hips, and they dance together to the music.
“Sit?” Grant gestures to the table.
“Nah, I’ll stand,” I tell him, wanting to keep my eyes on Mia.
Grant starts talking to me about the weather and how many guys turned out this year, but I can’t focus on him. All I can think about is what I want to do to Mia later.
Her cut-off shorts cling to her ass and thighs, and her white tank has every man here salivating over those fucking tits. Her lips part as she dances to “War Pigs” by Black Sabbath, her hair shining down her back. Christ, I’m about to get up and drag her to my fucking cabin.
“She’s a stunner, kid.” Grant nods to Mia then lights a smoke and offers it to me. I shake my head and side-eye him. I know he doesn’t mean any harm, but something about this woman just drives me so absolutely crazy that the idea of anyone else looking at her makes my palms itch. “What? You didn’t think I missed you pulling in here with a woman on the back of your bike, did ya?”
I grunt at him. “Course you didn’t.”
“She really is such a lovely young girl,” Dagger interjects, joining us at the table. He glances over at Mia before turning back and extending his hand for Grant to shake.
He’s already sniffing, pinching his nose like the raging cokehead he is. The fact that he’s even looking in Mia’s direction makes me want to slit his throat. After hearing her assumptionsabout him and her sister’s rape, I wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest if he was there.
“Yes, she is,” Grant says quickly.
I focus on Dagger, gritting my teeth as he struggles to keep his eyes on me instead of Mia.
A brunette I’ve never seen before sits beside him. The side of her face is covered in makeup as if to hide bruises, and he wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his lap. She looks nervous and really fucking high.
