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whatever, so Dad has just me to focus on now. I want to have a boyfriend, Cole, someone who isn’t afraid of my biker dad and his Club. I want to have sex!” she screamed out in frustration. “At this rate, I am going to be a virgin for the rest of my life!”

Ripping my hands from the handlebars, I promptly stuck my fingers in my ears and hummed loudly.

I did not just hear that; I did not hear those words come from my pure and innocent sister.

This was not a conversation I thought I would be having after a long nine-hour ride. A beer, maybe some of the Bar and Grill’s famous pulled pork and gravy roll, then home to bed for a night of dreaming of Oaklee and those sexy fucking moans she made when I was deep inside her pussy.

Fuck! The whole ride, I managed to push my night with Oaklee out of my mind, one of the reasons I coaxed Willow to go with me—so I could have something that needed my mind on the ball rather than alone and getting lost in my head. Plus, my dick needed a break from thickening painfully in my pants. He spent months and months not giving a shit about women, then all of a sudden, the cocksucker demands I get back into the hottest, smoothest and slickest pussy he has ever known.

Why the fuck did it have to be her? Sweet, gorgeous Oaklee. Much younger than me, Oaklee. Sexy, sensual, and adventurous in bed, Oaklee.

“Cole, are you listening to me?” Willow growled, punching me in the arm, putting an end to my chanting Oaklee’s name in my mind. Now, if only I could get my dick to listen too.

Shifting discreetly on the bike seat, I gave my attention to my sister.

“Low, I don’t see how you can avoid Dad or our uncles getting in your life, babe. They love you, Low, all their overprotective bullshit comes from a good place, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do, Cole, I love them all just as fiercely,” Willow agreed, “but Shiloh didn’t get it as hard as me when she was my age from the stories I have been told. She and Zander were carrying on then.”

“Yeah, behind everyone’s back,” I reminded her, “they didn’t tell Deck and Charlotte or Booth, and look how that turned out for them. Zan felt less than important to Shy, and he drove himself insane every time she took off her engagement ring to hide it from the Club.”

Willow’s face fell and we both remembered how hard those days were for our oldest brother to deal with back then. His love for his woman, her love for him, coupled with the loyalty to the Club, made for some interesting times. All us kids knew about Zander and the princess of the Souls, helping them sneak off to be together, drawing the adult’s attention so they could be a couple even for a short amount of time. Those days were definitely hectic, and there were days when I wanted to nut punch Zander for involving us, but mostly we didn’t mind because it was for family. And there was nothing more important in the Souls world than family.

A crazy idea started to form in my brain as I listened to Willow plot out a way to get away from the watchful eyes of the original five. The longer I thought about it, the more it made sense. It was a doable plan, no mess, no fuss, no complications.

Just sex.

With Oaklee, only Oaklee.

Swinging my leg over the bike, I hung my helmet and Willow’s on the handlebars.

“You’re not listening to me again, Cole,” Willow harrumphed, sounding more like the teen girl she was when I left for the army than the woman she was turning into way too fast.

“I am, and I don’t think you have a hope in hell of getting Dad to allow you to leave and live down at Queenscliff at the new Club,” I told her, laughing when her mouth opened in shock.

“Don’t look so shocked, Low, I’m a commando–remember Team FIVE? I might look like I’m not listening, but I heard every word, little sister, and I’m telling you you’ve got none and buckley’s chance of putting that plan into effect.”

Draping an arm over Willow’s shoulder, I steered us towards the front entrance to the Bar and Grill, my eyes automatically scanning the parking lot. Seeing bikes I knew belonged to members of the Club and several cars I didn’t know, I put the registration plates to memory until I came to a black Hyundai Veloster. A chick car if I ever saw one. The plate number tripped a memory of seeing it at the Club when I was home, which wasn’t as often as my mother would like.

My lip curved at the corners of my mouth, and for some strange reason, my heartbeat kicked up a notch.

Oaklee was inside.

“Come on, Low, I’m hungry,” I urged, picking up my pace, eager to get inside to see the object of the sexiest night of my life.

One I was still having trouble piecing together … but I will.

The bar was packed with bodies jostling for a prime spot at the long mahogany bar to watch the bartenders entertain the patrons with fancy bottle work and good-natured humour. Steel and Mia knew how to keep people spending money while being responsible for alcohol consumption. Steel maintained a big personal presence as well as plenty of staff to make sure no one went home with their keys in their hands with the intention of driving. His bar was one of two in town that offered a shuttle bus service free of charge if they were over the limit. He even went as far as installing a breathalyser at the front door; patrons appreciated it and so did the local police force. Jason mentioned once that Steel’s idea to have one meant the police didn’t

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