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Nash looks up,catching my gaze over Luna’s shoulder as she rides his cock. He nods and I raise my eyebrow, walking closer. I let my eyes roam over the clubwhore. She’s new, a long time hanger-on that finally got voted in. Gage wasn’t set on her joining until her divorce was finalized. We didn’t need any drama, even if the guy was cheating on her first.

The brothers must be excited because Luna has always been a beauty. Slim body with large breasts and an ass to offset it, and that’s not even counting how pretty she is. She’s not one I’ve ever been drawn to, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t see the appeal.

Luna brushes her white blonde hair over her shoulder, and her bright green eyes flicker up to me.

“Wanna join?”

I raise an eyebrow, not even remotely interested. “And which hole would that be?”

She wiggles her ass, and Nash spanks it hard.

“Don’t go begging for dick when you’re riding mine,” he growls.

I smother my smile and then look back at him. “What’s up?”

His teeth dig into his lip, and he thrusts up hard into Luna a few more times before he comes. She moans, wiggling until slipping off him with a small smile, glancing at me.

I hold up my hands. “Ain’t the one to get you off, sweetheart.”

Nash scoffs, grabbing a towel after tying off his condom. “She came twice. Luna is just being greedy. Go find Daisy or Lacey and see if they need help with the chores.”

She scowls but hurries off to do what Nash said.

“You need me to stand and watch for you to get off?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He scowls, looking up at me. “Can’t get a hold of Cowen, and Viper is busy. I can’t figure out the new fucking cameras.”

It takes effort to hide my grimace. Technically it’s my job to help them with that. My property investment apartments in the next town bring decent money into the club, but Gage said it looks bad for morale if I just roam around not contributing much else.

So we settled on me being Viper’s right hand, and a diplomat of sorts with other clubs if needed. Considering I don’t have a job that requires me to stick in town, it’s the easiest.

I nod toward the doors. “Ready to go now?” The sooner I finish this, the sooner I can meet up with Morgan. She’s off today, but she said she has some errands to run, which really means a dinner with her father. A subject neither of us have approached.

It’s too close to reality and could shatter the illusion of our carefree good time. It only takes him a few minutes to cleanhimself up and meet at our bikes. I follow him to his restaurant, ignoring the small pull in my stomach when I see a sheriff vehicle across the street from us. It’s not her, I know it’s not, but the small thrill sends my heart skipping an extra beat anyway.

“What’s wrong with the cameras?” I ask Nash as soon as we park and climb off our bikes.

He sighs. “Man, I have no clue. They were working fine, and then they weren’t the next night. I’m not fucking stupid, but I can’t figure it out.”

“That’s not saying much,” I mutter under my breath. Nash can be a brute, but he’s better with his hands—especially in the kitchen—than at anything to do with technology. It took us forever to update his payment systems for customers because he was reluctant to add something new.

I follow him through the restaurant, my stomach grumbling at the smell of the barbecue. Now I’m hungry, and that just pisses me off even more.

Nash must see my face when he opens the office door because he chuckles. “Want me to grab something?”

“No, I want to get back to my woman.”

His eyebrows raise. “Woman, huh?”

I scowl. “Just show me the cameras.”

Thankfully he drops it and slides the laptop over to me. Then he hands over a sticky note with a single word on it.

“What’s that?”