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incredibly talented artist, and he’d done all my ink. “I’m going to kill the motherfucker,” I growled. Although, I was relieved that she had gone to Nova. He was the only one I would trust to tattoo my pregnant wife. I knew there would be no risk of infection with him.

“Lincoln!” Harlowe protested, jumping off my lap. She moaned as I slipped out of her, despite her attempt to be mad. If I hadn’t been so fucking pissed, I would have flashed her a cocky smile.

Instead, I was homicidal. “He practically saw you naked, Harlowe!”

She glared at me, her hands planted on her hips and her gorgeous tits bouncing with her furious breaths. It was distracting as fuck, but I still managed to hold on to my anger.

“I wore that stupid shirt so I wouldn’t have to be topless, Lincoln,” she snapped.

Knowing she’d been at least partially covered helped ease away some of the red haze, but I was still pretty sure I was going to kick Nova’s ass. I started marching toward the door when her small hand latched onto my arm.

“Would you rather I went to someone else?”

Okay, that stopped me in my tracks. We didn’t have any female artists, and even if we did, nobody was better than Nova. Not only when it came to the ink itself. He kept the shop immaculate, clean, and clear of anything else that regularly touched the life of a patch or prospect.

She was right, and we both knew it. I growled as I contemplated whether I still wanted to smash Nova’s pretty face.

“Don’t, Link,” Harlowe said quietly. There was a hint of laughter in her voice that had me turning to her with a raised eyebrow. Did she think this was funny?”

She shook her head. “He’s got enough on his plate with the assignment Mac just handed him.”

My eyes narrowed. I kept her from most club business, not wanting the darker parts to touch her or our kids.

Then she blushed. “Bridget spilled the beans. Prez stuck him with babysitting duty.”

A sense of evil satisfaction slithered through me, making me smile and rub my hands together. The boys and I were going to give him so much shit he’d be eating it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That asshole had it coming for flirting with our women all the time.

“Link,” Harlowe said in an admonishing tone. “Leave him alone. According to Bridget, she’s a spitfire and will put him in his place. Probably run him in circles, too. Let her handle him.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but she flashed me a sexy smile and bent to pick up her clothes, flashing her juicy ass in my face. Then she stood, and that gorgeous tat stared back at me.

I snatched the fabric and tossed it away, then pressed the front of my body against the back of hers, my hands sliding up her ribs to cup her tits. “Whose property are you, angel?”

“Did you read the brand on my back?”

“Tell me, Harlowe Nash,” I demanded, my cock nestling into the crack of her ass.

“You, Lincoln Nash. I’m all yours.”

“Too fucking right,” I grunted. Then I swept my wife into my arms and returned to my desk chair, setting her astride me and slowly lowering her onto my steel rod until I was fully seated inside her tight heat again. “Now, ride your man, angel.”

Dom

On the run after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Lucy Diamond was desperate enough to try anything. Picking the pocket of a sexy biker turned out to be the best decision she ever made.

As an enforcer for the Silver Saints MC, Dominic “Dom” Lazar had a reputation for being ruthless. But the last thing he wanted to do was punish the tiny beauty who tried to steal his wallet. Lucy was welcome to anything he had since he planned to claim her as his own.

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Lucy

My stomach let out a loud growl, and I struggled to hold back tears of frustration. I had never felt so hungry in my life. Until about a week ago, my life was fairly normal. I had a decent job that I didn’t love but paid okay. My apartment wasn’t anything to write home about, and I didn’t have a roommate, so the space was all mine to do with what I wanted, when I wanted. My car was only five years old and still had another year on the extended warranty. And I always had food in my kitchen,