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confused her. He was blond haired, blue eyed
with muscles on top of muscles that made all the girls squirm in
their panties. To be honest, this was the first time he’d directed
conversation solely at her. It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked…but
all of their conversations had included other people and she’d
never really had his full attention.
    “What’s up?” she tried to play it cool. In
the back of her mind was Colt and Gage…the way their body pressed
against hers…the way they pumped in and out of her simultaneously…
Damn, she had to stop this. It’d been weeks since they’d been
together. For all she knew, they’d gotten what they wanted and
moved on. She felt a stab in her chest. She knew she’d already
fallen for Gage, if she had to admit it to herself, and her
feelings were strong for Colt. If she admitted it to herself, then
she’d have to admit it to her heart and that would only lead to it
breaking. So she kept it buried as deep as she could. With that
thought, she squared her shoulders enough her tits poked out and
walked toward him with a little sway in her step. It didn’t go
unnoticed. His head cocked to the side some and a smile tilted his
lips just enough to show that boyish dimple on his left cheek. He
was a little more relaxed than most of the guys…especially the
Savages’ brood. If you saw him on the street, you’d never guess him
to be part of a badass biker gang.
    “Come with me.” His little command had the
hair raising on the back of her neck, and not in a bad way. She
nodded and followed him out, needing the distraction. If she could
play it cool, then maybe her heart would be spared. The warm sun
was already shining down in the early morning hours, the warmth a
promise of the blistering dry heat to come. It wasn’t until they
were at the back of the shitty hotel before he stopped. “I need to
boost you up on that ledge right there and have you hook this
camera right there,” he pointed to a torn up piece of roofing. The
shingles were half on, half off, and other rubbish had accumulated
from lack of upkeep. She nodded, not expecting him to bend down and
grab one hand on her crotch and the other at her knee. If they had
a rougher, tougher league of ballet dancers, Shark could have been
one. He lifted her with one hand like she weighed nothing, only
using his other to steady her until she’d reached the dirty
overhang. It was hard to ignore his fingers stretching across her
pussy and she said a silent prayer that the gush of cream he
created didn’t soak through her jeans. Thank God she’d opted to
wear panties today. On most occasions she chose to skip the
undergarment and go commando. “Got it?”
    “Yeah. I’m just trying to find something to
hook it to that the wind won’t blow over. This whole damn roof is
falling apart.”
    “I think their problem is more than the roof.
The whole damn place is a shithole, baby.” Her head spun around,
not sure where the ‘baby’ had come from. Bitch wouldn’t have phased
her. Woman even. Or Whore. But baby? Hell, most of the guys didn’t
even call their ol’ ladies baby. Then again, he wasn’t like the
others. Not to say he was soft, just softer around the edges.
They’d all wondered what the hell he was doing in a club until
they’d learned how he’d been bounced in. He’d been a Prospect at
the young age of sixteen and waited almost three full years to
become patched. The night he’d been offered his cut, a group of
drug dealing scum had taken his girlfriend to a party and gotten
her spun off her rocker. Shark walked in during the middle of their
gang fuck and killed every last one of them. Some he gutted like a
fish, others he’d bitten noses and hunks of face off before he
single-handedly loaded them all up and dumped them in the shark
tank at the zoo. There wasn’t any evidence left of them to find
that would lead to him, and with the girlfriend floating on top of
the water with a dick in each hole and down