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But they stop.

“What’s wrong? Is it me? I know you’re probably used to women who know what they’re doing, but I promise I’ll—I’ll try,” I stammer.

Animal sighs and ducks his head to press one last kiss to my swollen lips. His long hair drapes around us and tickles the tops of my breasts. “Jesus fuck, girl. It’s not you.”

I spin around and look up at Quickshot. “You three bought me. It’s what you want. Right?” I look to Badass, who is frowning our way. “Right?”

"Honey, you have no fucking idea how hard it is to say no."

“No?” I put my hands against Quickshot’s smooth, bare chest. His heart races under my palm.

Quickshot groans and backs away, putting my shirt back in place. He reaches down and adjusts the bulge in his pants. “Not here, not like this.”

I’m confused. Why are they acting so weird? Isn’t this what I’m supposed to do? If anyone should be freaked out here, it’s me. "You won me. If you want me in another way, just say. I’ll do whatever you want."

Animal rears back. "We're not fucking rapists. I bought you to get you the fuck out of there, because you can’t stand here and fucking tell me being auctioned off was something you wanted. So even though I'd fucking love to bend you over the bar, or throw you onto a bed and finish what you just started, I won't.”

My mind races at the thought of being bent over the bar. I psyched myself up for this moment, and now they’re telling me no? “But I have to. I—I want to.” I think I do. I mean, if I don’t, won’t they send me back to the Unwanted?

“Really?” Quickshot looks down at me, his eyes narrowing as he examines me. It’s like he’s looking right into my soul. “Then get on your knees and show us.”

Turns out I can’t. As soon as we stopped, my courage drained away. Getting down on the floor and… My face flushes and I drop my eyes to stare at my feet.

“That’s what I thought.”

"Gotta bring this to Eagle-eye," says Badass seriously. "Figure out what the fuck we're supposed to do."

I should be relieved. And I am! Mostly. But at the same time, my hormones are screaming at me, and I can still feel the rush of their hands on my body. For a little while I let myself get lost in the fantasy I created in my head.

"Come on. You can wait in my room," says Animal. "You're safe here."

Safe? That’s doubtful. Just because I've hit on some kind of line that they're unwilling to cross, everyone knows how dangerous the biker gangs are, and the Screaming Eagles make the Unwanted look like amateurs.

9

ANIMAL

"Twenty-five fucking thousand?"Eagle-eye's not yelling, but he doesn't fucking have to. The tightness in his voice is like a pistol hammer about to slam into the bullet. Jupiter stands up and growls by his side. “This is Animal’s fault, isn’t it?” He looks my way.

“We needed to do something to make a statement,” Badass says quickly, trying to take the heat for me like he always does. “I agreed.”

“It’s not like they’re going to get their fucking money,” I grumble. I’m not a fucking kid anymore. I can fight my own battles. “So fuck, I went a little over budget. It's for a good fucking cause.” Yeah, the sexiest woman I've met, maybe ever. God fucking knows I'd rather be down in my room fucking her silly than up here getting chewed out by Prez.

Fuck, she kissed like she actually wanted it, but that’s fucked up. Isn’t it?

The party's going full tilt below us, but the insulated door to Eagle-eye's office overlooking the common room keeps the worst of the noise out. He doesn't do the parties much anymore, not after Miriam started hanging here. He should just fucking take her for his old lady and be done with it. She's not here tonight, though. Probably in with Emily and her grandkids, in their house out back.

Too bad. He's less grumpy when she's around.

“A little over budget? I was expecting you to come back with some stolen rims or product we could analyze to figure out their source. Not a fucking woman. Shit, no matter the mission, all you assholes find an excuse to drag pussy back to the club.”

"What the fuck was I supposed to do?" Prez or not, I won’t back down just because he's fucking angry. "Let them sell her? They’re trafficking, and I can't stop the sale of every girl, but I could stop hers. So I fucking did."

"It wouldn't have fucking hurt you to call me for confirmation first." His growl is like an industrial size chipper-shredder.

Quickshot shakes his head. "There wasn’t time. Besides, it did buy us a hook to sink into the Unwanted. That's what you were after, wasn't it?"

"A hook, not a fifteen grand IOU. I'd rather have them owing us shit. Twenty-five grand for a fucking girl. Jesus." He wipes a hand down his weathered face