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his cock.
    “ And that was the right
answer,” I told him. “My ass thanks you.”
    Grabbing hold of him, I lifted my hips
and guided him to my entrance. It took me a moment to work him
inside me.
    “ Make it count,” I told
him, then slammed down over him.
    Gasping, I folded my body over, my
hands clamped down over his biceps. He growled, and his hands flew
to my hips.
    “ Don’t I always?” he said
smugly.
    I shrugged. “No,” I said, being honest,
purposely clenching my inner walls around his cock and watching his
face tighten with lust. “You don’t.”
    In response, his dark eyes began to
burn, his fingertips dug deep into my hips, and I smiled to
myself.
    He was so easy to piss off and when he
was pissed, he fucked like an angry god readying to smite the
universe. I had no doubt that now, he would most definitely make it
count.
    • • •
    Cage pulled into the parking lot beside
the Silver Demons’ brownstone, shut off his engine, and toed his
kickstand down.
    He was fucking exhausted. He’d driven
straight from Montana to New York and only stopped for gas and once
to sleep.
    Grabbing his bedroll and duffle, he
headed across the parking lot and up the walkway, bumping fists
with a few Demons standing outside.
    “ Preacher ’specting ya?”
Tiny asked as he passed by. Cage paused to look at the overweight,
sweat-drenched, graying old man who was the Demons’
sergeant-at-arms.
    “ Naw,” he said. “But I
need to crash and I ain’t feel like drivin’ to my boys in
Queens.”
    “ We got a full house,”
Tiny said. “But Prez keeps Eva’s old room empty.” Nodding, Cage
turned and continued up the walk, ignoring two club whores who were
looking him over like he was a piece of meat.
    “ Horseman,” one of them
drawled, a brunette wearing only a bikini top and a leather
miniskirt. “You want company tonight?”
    Grabbing the handle on the front door,
he turned to look at her and narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck
happened to your nose?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and
studying the obvious break that had healed horribly, leaving the
poor bitch looking like she’d gone head-to-head in the ring with
Evander Holyfield.
    Her slutty smile fell from her face and
was instantly replaced with a snarl. “Courtesy of your old man,
West,” she hissed, her upper lip curling. “Right after I sucked his
limp dick.”
    Unfazed, Cage continued to stare at her
nose, wondering why the fuck she hadn’t had that shit set straight
or gotten it fixed, for Christ’s sake.
    “ Limp dick, huh,” he said.
“Not too sure you’re talkin’ ’bout my old man, ’cause that fucker
ain’t ever put that thing away. Every time I’m turnin’ around he’s
maulin’ his old lady.”
    It was true. Eva and his old man were
always at it. Always touching and kissing and grossing the hell out
of everyone.
    The whore’s scowl deepened. “Little
blue pills work wonders,” she snarled.
    “ Forget her,” another
bitch said, pushing in front of her friend. “Name’s Gail, honey,
but the boys call me Slitty. You wanna find out why?”
    Laughing and shaking his head, Cage
pushed open the front door and headed inside where he was greeted
with more of the same. Club whores and Demons with cuts from
various states crowded the hallways and rooms. Must be something
big brewing, he surmised, for Preacher to have gathered the masses.
Not that he would know; Cage wasn’t privy to this kind of info. But
his old man would know, being in as deep with the Demons as the
Horsemen were.
    Only his old man’s top boys—Mick,
Ripper, Cox, and now Tap, who got promoted after ZZ ran off—knew
the nitty-gritty.
    Which was fucking fine with him; he
didn’t need to know shit, he was perfectly happy doing what he was
told. Yep. It didn’t bother him at all that his own father didn’t
trust him with club business.
    Whatever.
    Reaching Preacher’s office, he curled
his hand into a fist and gave the door a good, hard
knock.
    “