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Linc tended to the tattoo… Nova caught herself gripping the covers on the bed.
“Looks good so far,” Linc said. “It’ll scab and all that. We’ll just keep it clean.”
Linc walked away to get more supplies. That gave Nova a chance to let her jaw drop and let her roll her eyes to the back of her head. She was… dripping…
Her panties pulling against her body. She swore she could smell her own desire. Meaning Linc could smell her too. It made her cringe. Smell. She didn’t like the idea of that but it was reality. It wasn’t a bad thing. It was just… natural…
Linc returned and wrapped the tattoo up once more. He then touched Nova’s legs, lingering. Oh, fuck, Nova thought to herself.
Fucking hell… Linc thought to himself.
His left hand inched up her leg. Nova exhaled a slow breath and felt herself wanting to thrust against his touch. His hand crept up… closer… and closer… Nova blinked fast, more than ready… There was a knock at the door.
“Ready, brother?”
“Fucking Darrow,” Linc growled with a half grin. “Have to take care of some club stuff. Do what you need to do today, darling. Make sure you get some coffee and food first. Muffin’s breakfasts are legendary around here.”
“Muffin,” Nova whispered. “What a name.”
“Dude is seven-feet tall and he’s called Muffin. There’s a story behind it. I don’t have time now.”
Linc leaned down and kissed Nova on the lips. She felt like she was suddenly floating in the air.
“You’ll be safe and protected, darling,” Linc said.
Nova wasn’t sure what that really meant or why he said it. A couple seconds later Linc was gone. Nova groaned and felt her hips desperate to writhe, wiggle, and just plain fuck. Her stomach also growled with intense hunger.
At least one urge she could satisfy.
Maggie’s perky tits jumped across behind the bar, filling up a coffee mug for Nova. Weird enough the mug had the SOFRAW logo on it.
“Sugar? Creamer?” Maggie asked.
“All of the above.”
“Some vodka in it too? Best hangover cure.”
Nova smiled. “Two things for you, Maggie. Keep your vodka away from me. And keep your hands away from Linc’s dick. Deal?”
“That ink has you bolder now.”
“I’ve always been this way,” Nova said. “I usually contain my inner bitch. But I’m hungover, haven’t had coffee, and I’m not in the mood to find more cum crusted panties in Linc’s room.”
Nova added a little cream and a lot of sugar to her coffee. It tasted damn good too. Like heavenly good. Like ten-dollars-a-cup-at-some-fancy-coffee shop good. When Nova looked at Maggie, Maggie simply nodded.
“Muffin,” she said to Nova. “He gets freshly roasted beans and grinds them and does his thing.”
Nova shook her head, amazed that this giant biker named Muffin was able to do all this stuff… cooking, coffee, all that… And he chose the outlaw life.
Nova downed the first cup in no time. Maggie poured a second one.
Then Maggie said, “Hey, Mara.”
Nova turned her head and saw a woman entering the clubhouse. She was beautiful. Auburn hair pulled back. Bright, brown eyes. They almost had a yellow tint to them. Cat-like eyes. Thin lips, soft cheekbones, wearing a sweater type shirt with a wide neck, the left side pulled down over her left shoulder, showing off her bra strap. She wore denim shorts with cuts and frills dangling.
Nova was instantly jealous of the woman’s legs too. They were tan, long, and full. Nova caught herself staring probably far too long. The woman walked right up to the bar and sat down.
She looked at Nova. “Deecee?”
