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There was a sparkle in her eyes, as if she thought she had been able to finally capture his attention.

“Yes, just say the word, and it is yours,” she said.

“Fuck off out of my sight. That is my dream.”

He straddled his machine, turned over the ignition, and Misty or Missy stumbled out of his way. Grim was not interested in her. There was no other woman he wanted, only Betty. He made his way over to the bar and let himself into the back. The delivery truck was already waiting, as well as Mac.

None of them said a word as they got to work unloading the beer, as well as some of the snacks. Mac kept complaining of itchy balls, which just made Grim and the delivery driver give him a wide berth. Once the order was taken care of, it was then down to the two of them setting up the bar.

“Hey, you know that kidnapped girl?” Mac asked.

Grim looked over toward his club brother. “Betty?”

“Yeah, she’s got a fine ass on her, and she’s a damn good cook. Do you think you could put in a word for me?” Mac asked. He gave a bump and grind to his hips. “I could take her out for a test drive.”

Anger rushed through Grim. “She’s taken.”

“Fuck me, already. Damn, who is the lucky bastard? Perhaps I could get him off the scene and you and I could double-team her?” Mac smirked, pumping his hips, and slapping his hands left to right, imitating smacking her ass.

Grim finished putting the beers into the fridge, and stood. “Me,” Grim said. “I’ve taken her. Betty belongs to me, and there is no fucking way I’m sharing her. You got that?”

Mac held his hands up. “Shit, fuck, I am sorry. You know, I thought you might, but that explains Misty’s mood.”

“What?” Grim asked.

“Misty, the latest club whore. She is a fucking nag, and moans a lot, but trust me, she has a mouth like a vacuum and does not care what hole you use, if you catch my drift.”

He shook his head, because he didn’t want to be thinking about Misty and Mac, or anything like that. “Your point?”

“Misty has got a hard-on for all the available men. She wants to take every guy’s cock. I think she attempted to flirt with Doc and even hinted she would do anything. Nancy and Maeve were in earshot, and, well, Maeve is a hair puller, and Nancy, well, she slaps.” Mac shrugged. “We all know not to get involved with women fighting. That shit can turn nasty. Anyway, Misty wants your cock, brother.”

“She’s not getting it.”

He finished filling up the bar.

“Don’t you worry, I will keep that girl on her toes. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s to fuck, and trust me on this, I am a master.” Mac flexed his muscles.

“That’s how you lost Eden,” Grim said.

Mac’s face froze. They all knew Mac had been cheating on Eden. Only, Eden hadn’t known until she caught him on Valentine’s Day. It was actually a sad story, because Eden had been setting up a surprise for Mac, when he entered the room with Eden’s best friend, Hilary. Mac didn’t know and fucked Hilary while Eden waited in the bathroom. It was down to Razor, who helped move Mac and Hilary along, to get Eden out of there, and the rest is history.

Mac was all alone. Eden was now with Razor. The two were happily married, and there were times Grim was sure he regretted cheating on her. It sucked all around.

But, this is what the club brother did to himself, and there was only so much anyone could help. Since then, Mac just used the club women.

“Yeah, that’s how I lost Eden.”

“You ever think of cleaning up your act and actually finding a woman for yourself?” Grim asked.

“Are you my relationship counselor now?” he asked.

Grim held his hands out. “You want to be lonely, that’s on you.” He got back to work.

Minutes passed, maybe ten, or even twenty. Either way, he got to work and was finishing up cleaning the counter.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that some men are designed to be with one woman, and other men fuck it up,” Mac said.

Grim looked toward Mac.