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Oversized glasses sliding down her nose on every head whip to the beat of the song.

Perky – perfect for my palms and my palms only – ass playing peekaboo underneath lacy pink panties.

Tits…those can’t stop wanting them in my mouth tits…are just pressing themselves against the inside of my cut, caressing her nipples the way my tongue should.

Who gives a fuck if she technically shouldn’t be wearing that shit?

That it’s only for club members and occasionally – when no one’s watching – their Old Ladies.

Truth is…she ain’t my Old Lady.

At most?

She’s my Old Lady in the making and even that’s shit she shouldn’t be.

Innocence is to be protected.

Not broken.

Which is what’ll happen to her if we keep this up.

But…fuckme…how can we not?

How the fuck am I supposed to just give her up?

Especially now that I’ve had a taste.

Or…more accurately…several tastes.

I can’t walk away like I fucking haven’t.

Not after last night.

Not after mentally debating if I could put my pregnant Old Lady on Nigel until I passed the fuck out, sleeping harder than I have since I first got patched.

I didn’t even know that was shit I wanted to happen.

That kids were something to fucking consider.

And the second that I did?

The only woman in the world I want to have my own little baby birds with is the one over there playing mirror karaoke.

We can figure something out, right?

Make our worlds mesh?

Hell, isn’t there an old phrase about eating your cake and safeguarding it in the fridge too?

I fucked that up.

Pretty sure.

But not the message.

That I know I got right.

“Mow,” Noodle interrupts, yellow eyes narrowing.