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“Got out early.” I smirked slightly, knowing it was actually a lot more complicated than that. “Good behavior and all that shit.”

Carney snorted. “Good behavior, my fucking ass. How many men did you murder and threaten before you finally got what you wanted?”

I just smirked. “Nah, just good behavior,” I told him. How I got out so early was really none of his business. Quinn was an FBI agent, and whereas I was good with that as were the rest of my men, I knew most others on the wrong side of the law wouldn’t take too kindly to it. Quinn had used his influence to get me out.

“Your woman looks a hell of a lot different,” Carney commented, his eyes drawn back over to Hayley.

“I’m going to make you blind in a fucking second,” I warned. Miles barked out a laugh behind me. I may be a changed man for Hayley, but I was still territorial and possessive.

He put his hands up beside his head in a defensive gesture. Miles snickered. Hayley leaned over the bar, drawing my attention to her. “You need a new beer?” she asked me.

“Yeah, and while you’re at it, bring your cute little ass over here so these fucking men will stop staring at your ass and curves in those leggings and that non-existent shirt,” I told her.

She grinned at me and walked over to the fridge, purposefully swaying her hips to the beat of the music pounding through the clubhouse. When she came around the bar, I took the beer from her hand and handed it to Miles as I stood up and dragged her out to the makeshift dance floor, pulling her against me.

As she twisted her hips to the beat, twerking her ass against me, I realized how this night was going to end.

With her beneath me, screaming my name.

And I was right. Thirty minutes later, that was exactly what she was doing.


Tags: T.O. Smith Erotic