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“What’s wrong, baby?” I rounded the bar and took her in my arms.

Alyssa raised her frightened eyes to look at me. “They caught them red-handed. In the crack house, right?”

I nodded.

“There’s no way they would have been let out on bail, especially that low, if they didn’t have help. And they can’t afford a lawyer that good.” She gulped and double-blinked before whispering, “Dirty cops are working for my dad.”

I hated to validate her fears, but I wasn’t going to lie to her. “Yeah.”

“Mac gave him a heads-up on that, too,” Patch chimed in, drawing Alyssa’s gaze. “And whether he wants it or not, he’s got Silver Saints protecting him. We’re more likely to find out who they are before he does, anyway.”

“We won’t let anything happen to him either.”

Some of Alyssa’s tension drained, and when she looked at me again, her eyes were filled with trust. “Thanks,” she whispered, then she laid her head on my chest, and the rest of the stiffness in her body melted away. With one finger, I lifted her chin and brushed a kiss across her lips. Then I captured them for a deeper one.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Patch announced.

I tore my mouth from Alyssa and gave Patch a hard stare. “No more visits unless we need to move or it’s over.” Then I turned and smiled at my woman wickedly. “I’ve got some loose ends to tie up, and I don’t want to be interrupted.” Then I lowered my voice so only she could hear me. “It’s time for detention, baby.”

Alyssa’s mouth formed a little O as she caught my drift, then her cheeks bloomed with crimson. She’d forgotten about my threat. But I always followed through, and my little girl had disobeyed me, which meant she needed to be punished. And from the fire burning in her eyes and the sparks flying between us, she was looking forward to it as much as I was.

7

Alyssa

The past two weeks had been amazing. The best of my life, really. Which was wild, considering the circumstances.

Garrison and I stayed in our little bubble, just the two of us. No school for me, and no club business for him except for some texts and calls about my situation. There was nothing to distract us from each other…and oh boy, had we taken advantage of the privacy. I’d even earned myself another couple of punishments because the orgasms after being denied for so long were out of this world.

We basically played house the entire time, going about our days and nights like a happy couple who lived in this gorgeous home in the middle of nowhere. We were strangers when we first got here, but we had slid into our roles almost as though we’d known each other forever. At this point, I wasn’t sure I could return to my old life without him.

I knew the situation I had landed into was serious because my dad never would’ve let someone from a motorcycle club watch over me if my safety hadn’t hung in the balance. I hadn’t known what I was risking when I sent those emails to the Silver Saints’ president, but I would gladly do it all over again for the chance to meet Garrison. The big, sexy grump had quickly carved himself a place in my heart by being sweeter than anyone would ever guess.

Like he was doing right now, cooking all of my favorite dishes for breakfast. “You really don’t have to go all out. I’m not even that hungry.”

His blue eyes filled with heat as he stalked across the kitchen toward me, his gaze scanning down my body and lingering on my chest. When he got close, he slid his hand to the back of my neck and gently squeezed. “Trust me, baby. Eat up. You’re gonna need to store up some extra energy for later.”

“Did you have something specific in mind?” I bit my bottom lip, my cheeks heating as I thought of several ways we could spend the afternoon together and all the orgasms that would be involved.

Brushing his thumb over my lip, he tugged it from between my teeth and stroked over the spot a few times. His gentle caress sent a zing of lust straight to my core. If I’d been wearing any panties, they would’ve been drenched. He was just that potent.

“Other than getting my daily fix of your sweet pussy?” He shook his head and flashed me a sexy smirk, knowing darn well the impact his dirty words had on me. “Nah.”

I fanned myself with my hand and murmured, “Sounds like the perfect plan to me.”

“It’s worked out great for the past fourteen days.” He crashed his lips against mine for a hard kiss before nipping my bottom lip right where I’d been biting it. “Now be a good girl and stop distracting me before I burn your breakfast.”


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