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I’m going to make sure we’re the most knowledgeable and maybe by the end of this, we even have the most power.

Clearly, Cake thinks he’s above having to tell us shit like this, and also that the other clubs don’t have to be transparent, when that’s literally the point of us all being brothers. And that shit alone pisses me off.

“What do we do?” Hippie asks.

We both stare out at the dark fence line in silence, and then Hippie clears his throat, but I’m the one who speaks next. Clearly, he doesn’t want to step on any toes, and I don’t blame him, but at this point, Cake has never given me a choice.

“We gather intel. We talk to Dare. It’s all we can do. He’s in with us on this, and I don’t think even Cake telling him to get over it is going to fly. Without a doubt, he’s going to have something to say about this, but if we only have suspicions, it’s not going to get us anywhere.”

“And how the fuck do we gather intel on the original chapter?” Hippie asks.

I lean back in my chair, and my lips twitch into a smirk. “Piston, Gauge, and Clutch are here. They know more than anyone realizes. They may not be officers in the MC yet, but they know their father, and they aren’t stupid.”

“Then let’s get those fucks alone before they leave.”

Yeah, let’s.

I’m not sure how we’re going to do that. But we’re going to fucking try. Tomorrow.

“Everyone will be busy with Dare and Chassis tomorrow,” I begin. “I’ll take Keely and Thea to the hospital in the morning and talk with Dare. You see if you can get one of the Adams boys alone.”

“I like that,” Hippie chuckles. “Divide and conquer or some such shit.”

I snort before I agree, “Some such shit.”

Because in reality, this is such shit. I cannot believe that we even have to do this. That we have to sneak around our original chapter president’s back to find out what kind of secret dealing he’s doing behind closed doors.

Because something is happening.

Something that I haven’t quite figured out yet, but I’m going to get to the bottom of it. I don’t think I like it, not in the fucking slightest. We drink another beer, shooting the shit, then he leaves, and I close down the house before I head to bed.

When I walk into the bedroom, I stop at the sight in front of me. I hadn’t heard her crying, but apparently, Thea woke up. Keely gathered her and brought her to our bed. They’re both fast asleep and absolutely perfect.

Instead of ravishing my wife the way I want, I quickly shower, gather Thea and place her in her crib, then I climb into bed beside my wife. I don’t ravish her—at least not yet. She needs her sleep.

Wrapping my arms around Keely, I pull her body against mine and touch my lips to her shoulder before I close my eyes.

I’ll fuck her in the morning.

CHAPTER

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KEELY

Lips.

They travel down the side of my throat, my breast, my waist, my hip, and then my thigh. Touching my skin, softly yet firmly, perfectly, like only Brock can. I let out an exhale, then a low moan, because it feels just that good. I don’t want to open my eyes, because what if it’s a dream?

That would be terrible.

My body is rolled onto my back, and that’s when I realize it’s not a dream. It’s real. His mouth is on my flesh, his tongue and even his teeth. Perfection like no other. The way Brock makes me feel is out of this world. I can’t believe that he’s real—that this is real.

My legs are spread widely, and then I feel those amazing lips touch my center. His tongue slides along my pussy, tasting every centimeter. Maybe he’s committing it to memory. I don’t know, but he is thorough.

Reaching down, I grip the strands of his hair, pulling him close as he begins to taste me. Slowly, I open my eyes, then look down between my legs. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch as he eats me.

His eyes lift to meet mine as his tongue begins to move between my legs. He sinks inside me, then swirls my clit. He repeats the motion over and over.