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“I don’t know what that is.”
Natasha sucks at my earlobe and explains, “It’s the line between your balls.”
I frown at her, only to find her giving me an exaggerated wink. “How drunk are you?”
“Too drunk to drive a car, but not drunk enough to fail a driver’s written test.”
“What’s the play here?” Sync asks after Golden, Indigo, and Claw stumble to the scene.
Before I can answer, Yvette appears from behind Petra and starts screaming at Claw.
“Kick his ass!” Siobhan yells, nearly blowing out my eardrum.
“You should have stopped two Jello shots ago,” Sync tells her.
“I’m going to punch you in the dick,” Siobhan threatens her ex. “Right in the head of your dick. Just knock the brain right out of that thing.”
Natasha smiles at Siobhan before focusing her gaze on me. “You’re the only man who makes me horny.”
“I know, baby, but why are you handcuffed?”
“Those whores!” Carys yells from nearby. “They attacked a pregnant woman! Where’s the press? I want to tell a bitchy reporter my story of woe! I’m going to sue, too!”
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Pork Chop says, rubbing her belly. “We’re going to fuck everyone up.”
Carys nuzzles her jaw against his bearded face and coos, “Our baby girl had her first bar brawl tonight.”
As Carys and Pork Chop fondle each other, Leon walks over with the precinct chief and two uniformed officers. I know these men aren’t part of the Brennan circle. Not that they’re on our side, either. The thin blue line means cops stick together. However, they fear the Syndicate more than the Brennan family.
“Remove the cuffs,” orders the chief, and his men immediately comply.
Soon, Natasha’s hands are free, and they go straight for my chest. She uses a nearby patrol car’s bumper to lift herself up into my arms.
“No other man even registers for me,” she whispers in my ear. “Do you know that? How I’ll never want anyone else?”
I look into her eyes and smile at her lack of a filter. “You should stop talking before you say something you can’t take back.”
The chief walks away once Siobhan starts singing again. I notice Maks Kovak exit one of the SUVs. I can’t believe how fast the Syndicate is on top of this shit. I sense they were alerted earlier than we were. Maybe the first time the skanks opened their mouths, a warning went out to the Syndicate. It would explain why Leon spent most of his time at the strip club on his phone.
Natasha wraps her legs around my waist and holds on to me. I try to stay focused, but her hips buck occasionally and taunt my dick.
Once her lips suck on mine, my self-control slips. I’m addicted to her flavor. No other woman possesses this power over me. As our lips part, I can barely turn my brain back on long enough to breathe again.
“I want your cock inside me,” Natasha whispers in my ear and then stares into my eyes with her unearthly blue ones. “Is that so wrong?”
“Nope. Totally doable, too,” I say and look at the others as I walk with Natasha toward my bike. “I’m taking her with me.”
“Maks and Leon are right fucking there,” Indigo says as Siobhan dances around him. “I don’t think the Kovak men will appreciate you riding off with their very wasted sister.”
“Don’t let him boss you around!” Petra calls out in between breathing like she might hurl.
After I rest Natasha on her feet, she pushes past me. Pointing at Indigo, my fiancée demands, “Do you know who I am?”
Indigo cocks an eyebrow and replies, “I just said your brothers’ names and mentioned your family. So, yeah, princess, I know who you are.”
Natasha throws her arms up and starts bouncing. “I’m a winner!”
“Yeah, you are,” I say, lifting her up and resting her on the back of my hog. Glancing at my brothers, I find them shaking their heads with disapproval. “She’s fine. We’re getting married. It’s all good.”
