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“Yeah. I’m not even sure all my brothers know that,” I chuckle. I’ve been Fifty for so long; only Ma and Gloria get away with calling me Bennie.

“So, where did Fifty come from?” she asks and her eyebrows lift.

“One of my football coaches. It was freshman year and there were a couple other kids named Ben, so he started calling me by my number. I guess it just stuck,” I share with a broad smile. “How about you, did you play any sports in school?” I ask, trying to get in a question of my own before she thinks up another one.

“No, no sports. I took a lot of dance classes and I was on pep squad. It’s kind of like cheer, but not exactly the same,” she shares. I’m honestly not surprised. She’s definitely got a body made for dancing.

“Nice,” I breathe out, unable to stop my eyes from dropping to her slightly exposed cleavage.

Her skin flushes and the soft pink hue spreads from her chest up her neck just as our waitress delivers the check. I pull out my wallet and drop a wad of cash on the table. I make sure it’s enough to cover our bill as well as a generous tip for the service. Looking back at Jade, I find her teeth chewing softly on her plump bottom lip and my imagination once again takes over. I clear my throat, not even attempting to try to stop it this time.

“I think it’s time to head back to your place,” I suggest and she nods, clearing understanding my intentions.

???

I’m on her as soon as we’re through the door. My large hands push at the fabric still clinging to her body. My impatience is clear and she pulls away, stepping back. Her hands move to her shirt and I watch as she strips the top up and over her head, dropping it softly to the floor. Her long silky hair tumbles down her shoulders and my breath hitches.

She flashes me a smile and a soft giggle leaves her lips as I continue to stare at her in amazement. She reaches for me, breaking my daze as she takes my hand, guiding me toward the bed. Instinctively I start to pull at my own clothes, all the while keeping my eyes glued on her. Her curvy hips shake in the most perfect way as she works to remove the rest of her lingering clothes.

“Maybe you should show me some moves from those high school dance days,” I suggest with an easy laugh. Her eyes go wide, lifting to mine as she shakes her head.

“There’s actually something I need to tell you,” her voice is a whisper as she takes a step forward and her hand grazes my now bare chest. My eyes drop, focusing on her tits. I can’t concentrate on a fucking thing with these beauties overflowing from her bra. Whatever she needs to tell me can wait.

“Later,” I reply, quickly wrapping my arms around her and lifting her from the floor as I step toward the waiting bed.

???

A loud vibration wakes me. My arm reaches out, trying to silence my phone before it wakes us both. Lifting it, I see Ryder’s name glowing on my screen.

Fuck.

I slip quietly from the bed and tap the screen, bringing it to my ear.

“What’s up, boss,” I answer.

“Why the fuck are you whispering. Hiding in a closet somewhere?” he laughs roughly against my ear.

“Shit, no. Jade’s sleeping, I was trying not to wake her up,” I admit, my voice still ragged from being woken up myself.

“Damn, brother. Didn’t realize she became a regular thing,” he replies. “I won’t keep you, but I need you to make another road trip,” he tells me.

“Not Sharky-boy?” I question. It’s only been a few weeks since I hit the road, and usually we rotate the protection.

“No, I need you on this one. I’m sending E. again and Billy along this time too,” he shares and I know this isn’t up for discussion. He’s the Pres. and if he wants me to go in place of Shark, then I’m going.

“When do we leave?” I ask.

“Tomorrow – early. The sooner you can get here in the morning, the better,” he says.

“How long?” I add.

I’ll need to tell Jade how long I’ll be gone. I’ve never had to consider this before; it was always just hop on the bike and ride. But things are changing.

“Hopefully only three or four days, but I’d plan on a week just in case any unplanned shit comes up. You know how those road trips can go,” he offers and I nod, even though I know he can’t see me.

“Fuckin’ right. I’ll pack some shit and be ready to go first thing in the morning,” I tell him.

“I’ll let E. know. Sorry if I woke your girl,” he says and the phone clicks before I can say another word.