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checking out a female, but he
was realizing pretty quickly that he was doing a lot of things out of the norm
when it came to this female. “Seriously. I’m sorry.
That was a douche-bag thing to do.”
    She stared at him for a few more seconds, and
although she didn’t say anything and looked away, he saw the corner of her
mouth kick up. He waited until she was securely on with her arms wrapped around
his waist, and then pulled back onto the road and headed for Steel Corner.
    It took him ten minutes to reach the clubhouse, and
although he could have gotten into town faster, he stuck with the speed limit
since he had Molly on his bike. To say that his human side and his bear were
pleased that she was on his Harley would have been an understatement, but
during the whole ride he had repeatedly told himself that he needed to keep his
shit together. He had felt her firm breasts pressed against his back, swore he
could feel her hard nipples through his shirt and cut, and felt the heat of her
pussy that was only covered by a thin layer of denim.
    He pulled into the clubhouse parking lot and parked
beside the line of Harleys.   It was dark
but the floodlights in the back, where the massive garage was located, were on,
and the sound of classic rock and tools banging together told Stinger members
were working on bikes. Molly got off the bike first and before he had even
dismounted was handing him the helmet.
    “I’ll tell the prospects to go get the car.”
    She smiled and nodded, clearly uncomfortable.
    “Your phone should work now. Out there is like a
dead zone for cell reception.” He watched as she reached into her small bag
that was slung over her chest, and got her phone out.
    “Thank you.” She smiled again and looked down at her
phone to start entering in a number.
    That was Stinger’s cue to leave.
    “I’ll just let them know and then we can get you to
wherever you’re staying.” He didn’t wait for her to answer and turned to leave,
but before he had gone, she addressed the person she’d called: Malice.
Stinger’s bear rose, and he clenched his hands into fists and forced himself to continue to walk away from her.
    ****
    “You’re good, though?”
    There was concern in Malice’s voice, but she hadn’t
called him for sympathy. She just wanted him to know what was happening, and
since she didn’t know exactly what was wrong with her car or how long it would
take to get it fixed, he was the first person she had thought to call. “Yeah, I’m
fine. Stinger found me on the side of the road.”
    “I’m trying not to lose my shit that you actually
thought it was a good idea to walk on the side of that long fucking strip of
road at this hour.”
    She pinched the bridge of her nose and breathed out
of her mouth. Dropping her hand and looking at the garage where she had watched
Stinger walk, she could make out a bunch of guys working around suspended
Harleys. “I’m not going over it again with you, Malice.” She saw Stinger
talking with several patched in members, but with the glare from the lights and
the distance, it was hard to make out if they were the same members she had
seen at the warehouse.
    “I’ll just come get you.”
    “No, you won’t. It’s late, well past Dakota’s
bedtime despite the fact I can still hear him up.” As if to cement her words
her son started giggling.
    “We’re watching that Nemo fish movie.”
    “Well, I don’t want you coming all the way out here.
I know Lucien and you guys trust this MC or you wouldn’t have put those women’s
lives in their hands to escort them to that cabin. I’m safe, and Stinger’s
helping me out. He’s been really nice.” She heard a grinding noise and knew
that Malice had his jaw clenched. She didn’t have time for this. “I’ll call you
in the morning once I find out what the deal is with my car, okay?”
    It took Malice a few minutes to answer, but finally
he gritted out, “Fine. But let me know what the deal is. I can always let