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“Stop being a brat, and come right now or I’ll spank your ass raw,” he whispers in my ear. It’s my undoing. My back arches, and I cry out into the room as my pussy clamps down on his cock. He groans and stiffens behind me before releasing my hair and collapsing on top of me with a sigh.

I giggle. His head pops up, and he looks down at me, all the worry from earlier completely forgotten.

“Thanks, Baby. I needed that.”

“Anytime,” I reply, winking at him, and he laughs again as he rolls to my side and pulls me into his body.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Alison

I glance up from my laptop, watching as a couple of the guys sit at the bar drinking beer while two others play pool off in the corner. Logan had a job tonight, and he refused to leave me alone, so after a little bit of arguing I agreed to wait for him at the clubhouse. It’s different than I imagined it but it fits. As soon as you walk in the door, there’s a bar to your right and couches off to the left. Behind the bar is a door that leads to a pretty large kitchen that looks like it could feed fifty easily. The back corner has two pool tables set up, and on the other side is a staircase that leads upstairs to the rooms. I haven’t been up there to check them out at all but Logan gave me a quick tour when he dropped me off.

“You mind if I sit?” one of the guys asks, looking at the empty spot next to me, and I grab my notebook, shaking my head.

“Not at all. Go ahead.”

He smiles as he sits next to me, and I rack my brain, trying to remember his name. “I’m Chance, by the way.”

“Ali. It’s nice to meet you,” I say, holding out my hand. Logan talks a lot about the club and the guys here so I recognize his name instantly. Chance has been his best friend since they were kids.

He takes my hand, his kind smile permanently in place. “Yeah, you, too. But I think I should be thanking you.”

“Why’s that?”

He looks out at the two men still at the bar and sighs before turning back to look at me. “He’s different with you, ya know?”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.” I can’t help but think back to Blaze telling me the same thing on my porch after the break-in.

“He’s happy again, and he hasn’t been happy in a damn long time.”

“Since his girlfriend died?” I ask, and his eyes widen.

“He told you about Fi?”

I scowl in confusion. “Fi?”

“Yeah, that was her name – Sophia, actually. He told you about her?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Wow. I guess I didn’t know if he would ever tell you. He keeps all that pretty private. I mean, none of us were even allowed to mention her name for the first couple years.” I fidget in my seat, feeling uncomfortable talking about this behind Logan’s back. If he wants me to know more, then he’ll tell me.

“Hey, don’t you usually go on these things with him?” I ask, hoping to change the subject, and it works.

“Yeah, but they needed a different skill set on this one.”

“What does that mean?”

He shakes his head. “Sorry, Sweets. Club business.”

Just as I’m about to ask him what that means, the door swings open, and Logan walks in, grinning when his gaze lands on me. He walks over to me and braces his arm on the couch as he leans down.

“Hey, Kitten. Ready to go home?” he whispers, and I nod, fighting back my own smile.

“Definitely.”

He helps me get my laptop and notebooks back into my bag before he tells everyone we’re leaving. They all yell crude comments at him as he leads me outside, and I giggle as a few of them make him turn and glare.