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  She is stunning in the morning light, her hair tousled about and her eyes sparkle. I can't deny her beauty, but I have to dial it back.

  LYRIC

  I wake up in pain, the left side of my face hurts so bad, I groan. The blaring light from the window doesn't help either.

  "Morning darlin', here I knew you'd be sore." He pulls the curtains and I sigh in relief.

  He hands me two aspirin and a glass of water. I took the pills immediately; I needed my wits if I was going to face the bar again.

  I look down at his hands and realize he's bleeding and there are cuts and scratches all over.

  "Oh my gosh, you're hurt! What happened, did Johnny come here?!"

  He looks down and realizes that I noticed, and he sighs, "Listen, there's been...a discovery and it's not good news."

  He looks away but focuses back on me when I take his hands to survey the damage. I get up and get a warm, wet towel to clean the cuts. I try to be incredibly careful.

  He hisses, "Lyric, your boss is dead. Looks like they attacked him in his office before getting to you, Johnny knew that Dave would've protected you with his life and he did. If they had gotten to you sooner..." His jaw clenches trying not to think about what could have been.

  My hands are shaking so bad I can't even hold the washcloth. The tears flowed freely as I realized the sweetest man I know is gone and it's all my fault.

  I don't know when it happened but suddenly, I'm in his strong arms again. He comforts me as I mourn the loss of the only man I knew here.

  I feel so weak, so helpless but I can't let it consume me.

  CUPID

  After I broke the news, I watched her as she quietly went and got dressed in the hallway bathroom. She comes down to breakfast but it’s just the two of us since everyone has already eaten and are now outside tending to their bikes. “Listen, I know it’s been a rough 24 hours, but I want you to stay here until we can get more information, especially with Johnny still roaming free. Let me watch after you.” She looks up and I can see the tears welling in her eyes, she’s reliving the details of Dave’s death in her mind. I know she feels guilty about what happened, but Dave was an amazing guy and I know he died trying to keep Johnny from hurting her. She only nods as she pushes the oatmeal around the bowl.

  She quietly washes the dishes and then I tell her we’re going to her place to grab some things. She hops on my bike behind me and we take a short ride to her apartment.

  It's a cracker box, I think my room is bigger than this. She grabs a bag from under her bed and then looks at me wide eyed. I can see she’s trying to hold back the tears.

  "Will, will I ever come back here?"

  I shake my head, "It's too dangerous, he'll come for you if he hasn't already staked the place out to attack. You'll stay with me and I won't take no for an answer. Actually, I'm not asking..."

  She did not like that last statement as she went from wide eyed to pissed in a few seconds.

  "Watch it 'hero', I don't care for your possessive ass vibe. I belong to no one so if this is how you're going to act then I can sleep in the living room or I'm sure one of your buddies wouldn't mind a soft, warm body in their bed."

  She turns to walk in her closet, mumbling loudly. I wasn't one for mixed signals, but I was feeling a bit possessive, especially after she threatened to sleep in someone else's room. I'd break their fucking jaw, brothers or not!

  I run my fingers through my hair and pace the floor covering the distance in four steps. I was in my thoughts when she came back out.

  "What the hell are you doing? Weirdo..."

  I look up to her stuffing her things roughly into the bag as she glances my way. What do I say to her?

  "Nothing, nothing..."

  She huffs and rolls her eyes. Not another word is said as she locks up and we head down to my bike.

  "I need to go to the bar." I was about to deny her, but she held her hand up.

  "Before you spout some bullshit of why it's dangerous or unsafe or blah blah blah, I need to access the safe and take the money and his documents. Besides...you'll be right behind me."

  A sly smile crossed her lips before she put her bag on the bike seat and walked toward the bar, it was just down the road. I follow her and am entranced by the sway in her hips, the curve of her ass, and the...

  "Hey, Cupid, keep your eyes on your arrow, okay?"

  Busted.

  Oh kitten, if you only knew the underlying connotation to that.

  THE AFTERMATH II

  LYRIC

  It's like laser beams on my ass, I know he's looking and to be a bit evil I sway a bit more. I chuckle before straightening my face and putting on a front when I turn around and catch him.

  "Hey, Cupid, keep your eyes on your arrow, okay?"

  I turn back and laugh as I hear him grumble. He's adorable but I still wonder what his aversion is to love.

  We reach the saloon-style doors, the caution tape still up. I swallow hard as I recount the whole thing and what he must have gone through, the fear, the helplessness, the pain.

  I can't move.

  I hear his boots stop just behind me and my breath stutters. His hands grip my arms and then he side steps and goes in first, pulling the tape down.

  The shudder of the door startles me and then I push forward not wanting to be too far from him.

  Boy, his club brothers did a number to this place when they thrashed Johnny and his lackeys. Broken chairs and bottles all over. I think someone's head was slammed into the mirror next to the bar.

  "Hey..." I jumped, not realizing Aleister was behind me, I felt his body heat radiating over mine.

  "Huh?"

  "The office."

  I make my way trying to brace myself but then he grabs my arm.

  "Maybe I should go first. I was told it wasn't a pretty scene."

  That got my heart racing and breathing erratic. Could I handle that? I needed to keep his documents and save the bar, it's the least I could do for the man who died trying to save me.

  Meanwhile, Aleister's gazing into my eyes as a million thoughts run through. "I, uh, I can do it."

  I turn and open the door and the brevity of the situation hits me hard as I look around. He struggled, he fought until he was overwhelmed. The signs were all over his office with strewn papers and turned over furniture, but I was grateful they cleaned up the blood.

  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was the only other person to know the combination to the safe, even after a short time he trusted me with a lot.

  I turned the dial as the tumblers clicked and opened the door. I pull the green utility box and shut it.

  "Okay, let's go, please."

  He motions towards the box, "We have a blowtorch to open that if you need it."

  I pull a chain from around my collar. "Don't worry he gave me a key."

  I shut the door and turned off the lights wondering if I'll ever return...

  CUPID

  I put her bag across my lap as she held on tight and we headed back to the clubhouse. I park the bike, put the kickstand into position, and grab her bag, turning to her.

  "Listen, I need you to stay in my room, not in the living room or anywhere else, I just want you to be safe."

  This wasn't establishing dominance or maybe it was, but she was a firecracker and I had to be clear.

  I could see her crafting a spitfire response and then her eyes mellowed, and she just nodded. I was flabbergasted.

  LYRIC

  I didn’t have the energy to argue or fight, my life went from shit to absolute shit. I was mentally exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

  I walk in and the men are laughing and drinking...until they see me. They straighten up really quick, like a bunch of choir boys caught with daddy's porno stash.

  "Uh, hi. I guess I should introduce myself since you saved my life. I'm Lyric."

  A tall older man with a gray beard stepped forward. This was definitely Jackal. He shook my hand with a strong, firm g
rip.

  "I'm Jackal, President of the Black Aces and this is Cheetah, Digi, Club, Knox, and Blondie there. Of course, you know Cupid."

  I see him practically blocking the doorway with my bag on his shoulder. I turn back, "Yup, very aware."

  He just winks. Sexy bastard...

  "Have a seat, Lyric. Want a drink?"

  "No, but I could use a meal?"

  Club hops up, "I'll get the grill going and Digi can help make the sides." Digi follows him into the kitchen.

  "Club is almost a master chef so you are in for one helluva meal." Blondie hands me a water and I sigh.

  "Great. I think I have some time, is it okay if I go lie down?"

  Cup- I mean Aleister moves forward with my bag.

  "Come on, I'll get you settled."

  I follow him up the stairs. I open the familiar door and sigh as I pull off my shirt and plop down on the bed face down. I didn't even think before I reacted because I like to sleep shirtless, sometimes less. It has become a ritual. I gasp as I realize what I had done but he was already in the room.

  I turn to face him in my sheer lacy black bra. I forgot just how sheer it was, it was too late by then.

  CUPID

  My mouth went dry and that was just eyeing the curvature of her back, her soft skin, and the cute little tattoo on her upper right shoulder, then she turned around.

  Fuck me sideways, my eyes beelined to her perky tawny nipples in that sheer black bra.

  Nice.

  Subconsciously, I tug on my beard and lick my lips. To break the stare, I set her bag down and she turned around, crossing her legs in the air.

  "Sorry, it's a habit." She squeaks out as she rests her head on her arms.

  "No worries. I'll come back when the food is done, get some rest."

  DRAMA

  LYRIC

  He shuts the door behind him, and I instantly turn around, face the door, and spread my legs wide as I assault my throbbing clit with feverish intent.

  Oh, what he does to me, I can't help it.

  My fingers slick with desire and want, in and out with ease as I coo. "Oh god yes..." I assault my nipples, twisting them deliciously and a tingle runs down my spine, goosebumps cover my flesh, and I can't help but moan his name as I'm punishing myself.

  "Oh, Aleister...you feel so good. I'm almost there...please."

  My pace sped up and the knot that formed unraveled rapidly. I remove my hand from nipple play to scream into it as I shake and shudder. Panting hard I turn over for a quick nap. Until I hear a squeak...

  CUPID

  Fuck me and all that is holy, I should have walked away but something compelled me to stay and instantly I hear her gasping and moaning.

  She can't be!? I wonder how often she does this, consciously and subconsciously.

  My dick shot up so fast I had to try and will it away before I went downstairs, that's all I needed, but listening to her finish only makes it worse.

  What I wouldn't give to burst in and take her here and now, not fast and quick but slow and sensually, to hear her mewls and moans, to taste her, tease her and drink her essence as she came all over my lips and then again when I slammed greedily into her warm, wet, pussy.

  And this time she called me by my God-given name, the name Aleister never sounded so sweet than coming from her lips. Then there was a muffled sound then nothing. I assume she orgasmed herself to sleep.

  I tiptoe down the hall then my heavy boots make the wood squeak, I hope she was deep enough in sleep to not hear me.

  LYRIC

  Holy fucking shit!

  He was still outside of the door when I... took care of myself. He heard me call his name...I can never face him again. I'll have to starve up here. Yup, no choice.

  An hour and no sleep later there's a knock.

  "I'm awake." I say reluctantly.

  Luckily, it's Digi, he's so adorable and the youngest of the group, no older than 20 or 21. He's tall and scrawny with sandy brown hair and wireless glasses. If I had another brother, I'd think he'd look like him. He's looking down, I can still see the blush on his cheek.

  "Din-dinner is ready, I mean, if you're hungry."

  So adorable. "Thank you, Digi, I'll be right down."

  Well, time to face the music, look right into the eyes of the man I masturbated to...

  I changed into a flowy dress; I almost went without underwear, but I'd slide right off my seat. I clip my hair up, slip on my sandals and go downstairs.

  Now imagine, if you will, a normal size table with seven humongous guys trying to fit at it. It was a family-style setting but seeing them try to act like gentlemen caused me to laugh hysterically.

  They all look at me like I'm crazy as I hold my chest, bending over laughing.

  "Guys, guys you don't have to pretend to eat like this just because a lady is here, it's ok to be yourselves. I insist, fellas."

  It's like they were exhaling a breath they were holding as they got up and moved to their normal eating positions in the living room and at the bar and chowed down.

  I shake my head as I go into the kitchen and search for plates, but a pair of large tattooed hands open a cabinet and hands me a delicate plate. I look up to Aleister staring down at me.

  "T-thank you." I followed his stare to the low cut of my dress, he was tall, so he had the bird's eye view. I smirk and take my plate to the kitchen island. He just watches as I fix my plate.

  "What are you, plate monitor?"

  He chuckles and the floodgates opened between my legs. "Just making sure you don't need to reach anything high up."

  Oh, ha ha, a short joke. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

  "Don't you need to eat? Sounds like the wolfpack is very hungry. Do you guys only eat once a day?"

  He gruffs, "We eat plenty, just a group of hungry bikers always ready to...eat." A shiver shot up my spine as I stiffened trying to not make it obvious.

  "Uh-huh." I take my plate into the living room and sit on the sofa next to Jackal in his leather chair.

  Cupid plops down with his plate in the only seat available, next to me, subtle guys...real subtle. I just shake my head. I catch him glancing over before returning to his plate.

  As I'm about to start up a casual conversation three girls waltz in. They're in short skirts and barely-there tops that enhance their boobs, not well I might add.

  I knew enough about motorcycle clubs to know patch pussy when I saw it. I use that term in the nicest way possible. *insert eye roll*

  They're loud and chatty until their three pairs of eyes lock on me and scan me over.

  Here we go people...

  "Ummm, who is she?!" This overly proportionate blonde says waving her press-on nail in my direction. Good lord if they were her real friends, they'd tell her she reeked of hooker.

  She sneers at me.

  Don't try me bleach blonde bimbo.

  I'm sure my face says it all, but Cupid tucks his arm around me and slides me towards him. Ok, I'll play along, I cross my legs toward him and smile.

  "That's Lyric, s-she's Cupid's girl." Digi stuttered out and I swear her eyes were so wide they could have popped out.

  Cupid didn't deny the statement, is that what he wanted? Am I his girl? We can't even hold a proper conversation without a blowout pissing match. I'll figure that out later because she was livid. She clearly has the hots for him, but club bunnies were supposed to come and go, like a drive thru.

  I came out of my thoughts as she stomped over and crossed her arms waiting for him to say something, but he didn't, further pissing her off.

  "So instead of hittin' this you go outside and find some other skank?!"

  The temperature dropped 10 degrees as I stood up, staring her dead in the face. The guys shuffled around not knowing what to expect but all eyes were on us, except his, I could see he was staring at my ass. Which made me feel good, but I feel like he should have said something.

  Nonetheless, orange crush barbie was about to lose her fucking teeth. />
  "Honey, I'm nobody's skank but I'm about to make your dick sucking a lot easier if you keep talking to me like that."

  She pops her gum before getting dangerously close, her breath practically fanning my lips, "Yeah? Ask him where he was two days ago. Upstairs in his bed with his name allllll over my lips. I doubt he washed the sheets, I'm sure I'm still all over them. You're a temporary fix, I'll have him back one way or another, they always come back."