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“Barbeque?”

“It’s nearing summer, David. We’re all settling down. The MC has shown to be a nice bunch of men. We’re hosting a barbeque around the diner with a potluck theme. The locals get to pick and choose what they bring. It’s going to be a get-together, an event, a mingling,” James said. “Bring your wife and kids. Stuart will see what he’s messing with more than a kind word.”

They left the office. Pixie walked beside him as they walked down the main street. James was heading toward the mall. He wanted to pick Cora up a gift. In the time they’d been together he’d not given her anything, and she hadn’t asked for anything material from him. Sure, she’d asked for him to fuck her in her yard, around the back of the diner, and his personal favorite, on his bike.

She was everything he’d wanted in a woman, and held no inhibitions with anything. He’d fucked her in front of his brothers, not caring what they thought about her. No one else had touched her, and she didn’t invite anyone to come near her either.

“Do you think the barbeque will help?” Pixie asked.

“If anything it’ll give the little bastard a warning not to mess with us. There’s not a lot else we can do. I’m not going to beat the shit out of a teenager.” James entered the mall. The rest of his brothers walked away, going to get what they wanted. He didn’t know, and didn’t care, what they were hunting for. James passed several stores aware of Pixie watching him. “What else do you want to say?” he asked.

“I want to apologize to you.”

“What about?” James saw the lingerie store up ahead. Stopping in the center of the mall, he gave Pixie his full attention.

“For Cora. I shouldn’t have been a bastard about her, or made out she was mine. When I took her to the backroom that day, she hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to be with me. I liked the look of her, wanted to fuck her.”

James had believed Cora when she told him the truth. Hearing his brother say this didn’t change his thoughts. “Cora told me this weeks ago. What are you getting at?”

“You’re my brother, and what I said to you made me more than an asshole. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I love you, James. You’re my brother.” Pixie pulled him in for a tight hug.

Giving Pixie a hug, James chuckled. “I bet that took you days to prepare.”

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you for days. Jerry told me not to fuck it up. All the brothers told me I was being an asshole. I didn’t need them to tell me what I was doing wrong. I already knew I was being an asshole, but I just couldn’t stop it.” Pixie stared at the ground. “Forgiven?”

“I wasn’t even pissed at you. Cora has told me she doesn’t

want to sleep with you. She’s mine, Pixie. I mean that.” He wasn’t going to give her up.

“You’re going to take her as your old lady?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m not going to come out and tell her straight away. She wouldn’t like that. I’ve got to give her time to come around with the idea.” He walked into the lingerie store, going toward the display of sheer lace, and assortment of colors.

Pixie whistled. “You really did win the jackpot with her, boss. She’s a fucking star.”

James smiled. He knew exactly what he’d won with Cora. Picking up a negligee, he held it up. “Will I look good in this?” he asked, laughing.

One of the sales clerks came over. “Hello, gentlemen, is there anything any I can help you with?” She had red hair, and her cheeks were just the same color.

Pixie smiled at her. “Hey, darling, we’re looking for his old lady. We can pick what we like.”

“Okay, we have a discount today on all sheer lace. Let me know if you need any help.”

She walked away, and James felt a little for her. The woman had seemed so damn nervous.

“Now, she’d be a woman I’d bend over and fuck all night long,” Pixie said.

James glanced toward the redhead. She was a fuller woman, thicker thighs and hips. His brother looked interested in her.

“Go for it. She might be wanting a biker to blow her world.”

“She’d certainly blow mine.” Pixie left him alone to pick out Cora’s gift.

His cell phone rang, and he was lifting up a red thong when he answered.

“Yep,” he said.

“Hey, baby,” Cora said.


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