met you, I fell in love too,” I say, and she grins. “As my little brother, Shane, you have a duty to help me get laid.”
“I wish I hadn’t shown up,” Maverick grumbles as he walks around the side of the house. River’s little brother looks like all the Majors do—a blond beauty with too-long hair. “Ignore her, Shane. I’d never help my sisters get laid.”
“Selfish,” I growl at Maverick before walking to Shane. “Help me.”
“Do what?”
“Help me calm down long enough for Goliath to put his supersized dick in my snatch.”
Shane’s dark eyes reach out to me as he growls, “I will never do that.”
“Then I’ll die of horniness,” I say, plopping down on the ground. Before I can go full pout, Iggy toddles over and shows me the fake tattoo on his tiny arm. “I want a baby,” I coo and show him the fake tattoo on my wrist. “I’ll name him Champion. One day, he’ll be president of the Shasta chapter. And Iggy can be his VP.”
“My boy should be president,” Shane says while River snickers at his son’s demotion.
“Iggy’s too sweet for the top spot. He’ll have to follow Champion’s lead.”
“I want you to have a son,” Ramona says, taking Ozzy from Shane, who is dying to get in my face, “so you can name him that. I want a little nephew called Champ.”
“Nephew,” I say and grin at her. “Shane will be the best uncle.”
My brother’s irritation shorts out at the thought of him being an uncle. “I’ll rock that job.”
“You rock everything,” Ramona says, and I’m jealous again.
“People annoy me,” I tell Iggy, who babbles something about peanuts and possibly jelly. Hmm, I could go for a sandwich myself.
Since my beloved friends and family are too busy staring lustfully into each other’s eyes, I take my nephew into the kitchen, where I slap together a few sloppy sandwiches for us. As a professional cook, Max would be horrified to see the mess I’ve made. She takes food very seriously. I don’t care what shit looks like as long as I can shove it in my mouth.
If only charming a giant man like Goliath was as simple as pleasing my appetite.
THE GOLIATH
Shelby Campbell is a tricky bitch for showing up at my place and filling my head with unruly thoughts. How am I supposed to react once she leaves? What the fuck was that last look she gave me before riding off? She’s conning me. Not for business reasons. It’s a game by a bored, rich girl.
I’m too old to let my dick rule my brain. Shelby’s good looking in all the best ways, and I can’t deny she’s on my mind every time my dick is hard. That don’t mean I oughta let her run me in circles.
Knowing what’s right doesn’t mean my head settles down after Shelby rides away. I could head to the gym the Reapers use for training. Not sure I want to chance running into Shane and River there. What would I say? Nothing. Just like I always say to them.
I can’t go to the Saloon and find a sweet butt to work out my frustrations with either. Not now that Shelby is acting like she’s interested in me. Shit, what kind of hell would that woman unleash if her precious feelings got hurt? Can’t chance my nards for a quickie release. Where does that leave me?
I sit in my trailer, feeling like it shrunk when I wasn’t looking. Stalking my way outside, I find the world still too close for comfort. I need to breathe, and only riding does that for me.
The hog’s roar drowns out the noise of the world. Except I can still hear Shelby in my head. I see her in my mind. I think back to the first time I saw her. I’d just gotten released hours earlier, and I was meeting her brother and River at the Saloon. I didn’t have shit to say to them that day. I only wanted a cold beer, a hot sandwich, and a hotter pussy. Plenty of new sweet butts around the Saloon since I’d last been there.
I sat at a table with my old club brother, Utah. He talks less than I do. Chase was there too. He mostly mumbled about who had a kid while I was gone and who dumped who while I was gone and who died while I was gone and what restaurants opened—two of them—while I was gone and what restaurant closed—six