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tank top. She grins when she sees us. Too bad my dick wasn’t interested in her. I had a feeling I’d make it in there a lot easier than I will with Nicole. Damn cock didn’t even jerk though. For the most part it hadn’t come to life at all last night, despite the promise of a night with Lips. If Nicole could do that to me after one kiss, what the hell would happen when I manage to get more?
    “Well lookie here. What brings you boys back out our way?” The chick asks, bringing a coffee cup to her lips.
    “Thought you girls could use some help cleaning this shit up.” I answer trying to look around to see where Nicole was.
    “Well that would be nice.” She replies, watching me closely.
    “Where’s your girl?”
    “One of the servers quit at the Den and they needed her to start today instead of Friday. She’s working the lunch and dinner shift.”
    Shit. “Yo! Frog,” I yell. Frog comes up to stand beside me. “This here is Frog, he’s due to be patched in next month. Anything you want done, Frog and the other two over there will do it.”  
    I don’t give her a chance to reply. I went to my bike and hopped on. Unfortunately, I saw Crusher doing the same. Motherfucker!
    “Hey, Dragon?”
    I look up at the dark haired minx I knew was laughing at me, even if not right out in front of my face.
    “Where are you headed?” 
    I ignore her, not bothering to answer. I just start my bike and the bitch actually laughs out loud. I flip her off and she laughs harder. I’m starting to like her. Go figure.
    It takes thirty minutes for me and my boy to reach the Den. The bar hangs back on the Tennessee line and was the first Adult Club we opened up. During the day it is mostly a regular bar with food and drinks served. At night, we keep at least two dancers up on the bar where poles are installed. It did damn good business, and between it and the other three businesses Savage MC owns, the club has mostly gone legit. We still have our fingers in some shit though. I do that just to keep the bigger charter out of our territory and keep them further down in Georgia.
    I know Nicole has no idea the club owns this place, or the house she rented. Hell she was so clueless she probably doesn’t realize the club owns the damned town.
    I walk in leaving Crusher to follow behind me. Irish is behind the bar. He jerks his head in greeting. I look around to see if I could spot Nicole and fuck me! There she is. I suddenly hate the outfits the waitresses wear. Shorts so damned tiny the globes of her ass hang out even more than the day before. She has a tight little black tank top that shows the sides of her tits. Fuck a man could get hypnotized with the way they sway when she walks. I sit down at a table in the back and watch as Crusher slowly makes his way to me. Bastard, I should rename the asshole.
    “Get your goddamned eyes back in your head before I knock them back in,” I growl when he eye fucks Nicole the minute he catches sight of her.
    Crusher tears his eyes from her and looks at me. Then he laughs his ass off. Yep, Bastard is his new fucking name.
    “Seem awful territorial there Prez .” 
    Yeah so what? I thought, I didn’t say it. I was too busy watching Nicole come over to our table. She stumbles when she sees me, but to her credit she keeps coming.
    “Boys,” she says. “You need a menu?”  
    “Two beers, house brand,” I answer quietly, watching her. Her tongue darts out and her face takes on a light blush. She licks her lips and I nearly groan at the way my dick instantly springs up demanding attention. She stares at me for a minute and then takes off back towards the bar. I get to her. The thought registers and satisfaction thrums through me. My body, which had been dead, is currently sporting a raging hard on.
    “I take it you’re staking a claim?” Crusher says, and I can hear the disappointment in his voice. It pisses me off. Crusher is a good looking fucker, even I could admit that. If he pressed