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“I know she does.”
“And she doesn’t want to pick between us,” Diego said. “Maybe we can settle this between men.”
“You want to fight for her?”
“I’m willing to fight for what I want, but are you? You know the time and place. Fight me for her. You want to win Amy, come and prove it to me. You can have her if you win.”
Killian folded his arms, watching his opponent. He and Diego had a truce between their clubs. They lived quite close together and so long as they never tried to claim this town’s turf, they were able to live in peace. There was no way he’d risk his club’s safety.
The town was neutral territory.
“No clubs can be present,” Killian said. “I’m not willing to have a war start out and hurting people.”
“This isn’t club business. This is personal. Between you and me, and the woman of my dreams.”
“You’re not going to win her.”
“Oh, I think I will.”
“Confidence will be your undoing,” Killian said.
“Are you trying to get philosophical on me?”
“I’m surprised you even know what the word means.”
“Fuck you. Tonight, nine o’clock, you know where I’ll be.” Diego walked away, and Killian didn’t leave, watching him go.
He never turned his back on an enemy club.
Walking back toward Amy, he watched her serve some kids her delicious treats. He admired her curves. The apron didn’t hide a damn thing, and he was thankful for the piece of material pushed against her body. Nice full hips, a rounded ass. He loved asses, and Amy, well, he’d thought of many things to do with her curvy goodness. Of course, that wasn’t limited to just her ass. No, he loved her tits as well. They were more than a handful, and he couldn’t wait to see them above him, bouncing up and down as he fucked her hard.
Amy had a body to be worshipped. He’d be the man for the job, for sure.
As he watched her, he couldn’t help but wonder … something.
During his time of trying to get her to go on a date, he’d swung by her house to help out where she needed something fixed.
He didn’t know why he was thinking about it now, but he’d seen her book collection, and he’d noticed his woman’s tastes—and he did see her as his. He’d already claimed her as far as he was concerned. It was only a matter of time before she belonged to him.
She was interested in him, but she was also interested in Diego.
She didn’t want to choose between the two of them.
The books she read, he’d noticed the ménages. She’d been grabbing them both a cup of tea when he flicked through the pages. The moment she entered she’d been so embarrassed and had taken the book from him, sliding it back into place on her bookshelf.
“My husband always said I had horrible taste in books. Don’t think about what you saw.”
Now he couldn’t help but think of the possibilities.
Watching Amy, imagining her in his arms, but also in Diego’s. He’d never been the sharing kind before, but to be with Amy, he’d be more than willing to compromise. The town didn’t belong to any club, and this was personal.
Was there a chance Diego would be willing to see his view of things? Neither of them could truly have Amy, unless they were willing to work together to claim her. Amy looked up at him and gave him a little wave. Her cheeks flushed, and he wanted her.
This need to have her wasn’t going away or disappearing.
It was only getting stronger.
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