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There were a couple of echoed gags.
“Shimmery sequins on the walls—”
“Stop the truck,” demanded Prez. “Toss her to the curb.”
Laughing unreservedly, I quickly tried to avoid a trip to the curb. “Or a rustic brown leather couch, like a worn saddle?”
The truck went quiet as heads tilted.
Interest piqued, I continued, “I was even thinking of a compromise on the stripper pole.”
Eyebrows rose, even more interest blooming.
“We could lay a track on the ceiling and floor. When ‘party’ time arrives, the pole could be slid to the center of the room. Secure and ready for naked women. When the ‘festivities’ are over, we can slide that sucker right back into the corner—after being heavily sanitized, that is—so I don’t have to stare at it.”
The truck rocked with laughter.
Legend grinned at me. “Can you make all this ‘décor’ happen for a hundred grand or so?”
Having decorated Devil’s Cave, I had a good idea what a hundred grand could buy me, but that’s not why my jaw dropped. “Uh, yes, but… I thought you guys were, uh, a little tight on cash.”
They all chortled again.
I explained, “That’s why I kept my jewelry, to sell and give you money.”
A strong hand lifted my chin. “Babe, that’s why you kept that gold?”
“It’s not much, I know, but I figured anything could help—”
Full lips slammed to mine…
If two other men weren’t in that truck, I would have devoured Lynx. His courageous heart and masculinity, perfectly blended with his delicious aggressiveness, had my desire building. Yes, I had been aware of my body, and what it could do for a man, but my body was unaware of my soul. The two had never been properly introduced. Now both had Lynx, who created a mystical bridge, allowing my body and soul to step toward each other.
I say mystical because when the union took place, the true woman in me came to life.
And she was falling in love with the man behind it all. The first person to insist I was far more than a commodity. I was more than dollar signs. I was more than a body to bring pleasure to a man.
Imagine that. A biker with so much self-control was teaching a slave to be more than an object of sex.
His devotion made me crave this family, a group of loved ones I could trust. Even if that family was a bit untraditional.
After my kiss from Lynx, Legend said, “We don’t flaunt our financial means.” He winked. “But we don’t have small dicks.”
Just like that, I fell further in love with this group of men.
After more humorous teasing between the guys, about who was ‘bigger’ than the other,
the truck came to a stop at another small, rural gas station.
Then the mood shifted.
In silence, we sat there, for minutes that felt endless, holding our breaths.
But, no fancy cars pulled in. Only a rundown truck and a beat-up car.
None of Lorenzo’s men.
The tracker’s removal from my shoulder had truly worked. Inside the cab of our truck, there were forming smiles and deep exhales, all thankful for a reprieve.
