“My bike.”

Oh yes, of course it is.

“I wanna shoot this one first please,” I beg.

Sniper nods and takes it from me, loading her up. After that, he lays it down and warns me with a brow to leave it be for a moment. I watch him walk across the open desert with beanbags, nails and a hammer. He hammers a few bags into a wooden post and walks back.

“Pick up Betty and take your stance.”

Betty? I grin at him. I can’t help it. He’s amazing. Who names their gun Betty?

“You’re too much like your brother.” I laugh taking my stance. “Speaking of… you wouldn’t happen to have a photo of Christina on ya, would you? I honestly wanna shoot that bitch.”

“I hate that lying bitch and no… I don’t have a f**king picture; just shoot the damn gun,” he growls.

Okay, so that’s a touchy subject. I widen my legs a little as I take aim. I close my right eye letting my dominant one take over as I was taught. I focus and breathe in and out. When I’m satisfied, I pretend the beanbag is Christina and shoot, not stopping until the clip is empty.

“Holy shit!”

“Again please,” I beg. That was relieving.

“We need to talk about this,” he says seriously.

“Nope, my past is off the table, sorry.”

“I’m telling my brother.”

“What’s he gonna do, spank me? No, wait don’t answer that.” I hold up my hand. “Can we just finish my fresh up lesson please?”

“Fuckin yeah we can.”

“Peachy.”

I go through twenty beanbags before he switches to cans. I obliterate those too. After three hours of target practice, he calls it, loads up, and we head back to the compound. Sniper’s anxious and I can tell a little sleepy too.

“You want me to help carry everything in?” I ask, getting out of the truck.

“No sweetness, I got it.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Mmm anytime,” he says his voice husky. I shake my head and smile at Sniper. Why does he have to be just like his brother? So damn sexy with that blond hair and crooked grin.

My mood is grand. I’ve shot guns until I’m blue in the face, releasing and leaving all my hate and anger in the desert. Well, almost all of it. I’m only human, and my only human side shows as I walk into the bar area and spot Christina.

“Can’t get enough from one brother, so you move onto the next too,” she says smiling.

I’m about to open my mouth with a retort when Sniper comes up behind me.

“Chris… she’s not you. And shut the f**k up before you piss me off. I’m tired, and it’s too early for you to be starting shit with people.”

And there it is. Something happened between Braxxon, Sniper, and Christina and I want to know what it was. And if something happened, why is she still here?

“Lana’s still asleep,” PP says as he walks up. I can almost tell he was averting my attention to something else. Smart dude, but now what am I supposed to do?

“I know the Prez would be happy that you’re back,” he says.

What the hell? Is this dude a mind reader or something? I narrow my eyes at him. “You play stupid, don’t you?” I accuse.

“I’ll never tell,” he chuckles.

I realize I’m now smitten with dear old PP. He’s one of a kind. I wink at him and whisper his secrets safe with me as I walk away. It’s time to wake up Braxxon. When I pass Pyro’s apartment, I hear moans and shake my head. At least I know she’s still alive since the hussy didn’t answer my texts back. I tip toe up the stairs quietly and crack the door slowly. I want to give him a proper wake up like he did me a week ago. The room is almost totally pitch black from him hanging a towel over the window. Only a bit of light shows through a crack enough for me to see all of his naked glory with only a sheet covering a bit of his thighs.

“Angel, you’re burning a hole through my skin; c’mere,” he whispers in the darkness.

What’s with him using my lines? Can’t he find some of his own?

“Not fair, I wanted to wake you up,” I whine.

“Maybe next time. Take off your clothes; I wanna feel that glorious naked body against mine.”

I swear if he asked me, I would play slave and master with this man. When a man like Braxxon asks you to get naked, and his voice comes out smooth, sexy, and not at all demanding, it makes it extremely hard for a girl to turn down. I slip out of my clothes and join him in bed. I was thinking I was gonna get an orgasm, but clearly that’s not the case. He wraps his arms tightly around my neck and intertwines our legs together. He’s cuddling me.

“Uhh…,” I mumble.

“Winter, you’re more than a f**k. How did shooting go?” Braxxon murmurs into my hair.

Wait, what? Is he speaking? Seriously, he’s gloriously naked and holding me to him. I can’t think. Who the hell could when she has a nine-inch c**k against their backside?

“Huh?”

“My baby is speechless cause I just want to cuddle.”

I still don’t speak. Who knew a biker dude had a soft side.

He sighs. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Please,” I beg. “I’m a little worked up.”

Braxxon grins against my cheek before slipping on top of me and sliding in effortlessly.

“I’m too tired for a fast f**k, but I can go for slow if my Angel is craving me.”