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  “You ruin your hair, and my wife will kill me, not to mention what your fiancée is going to do to you. Stop freaking out. She loves you. She’s not going anywhere.”

  The only person Copper feared in this world was his wife. Hell, all of us feared her. She was the sweetest woman I’d ever known, and the thought of disappointing her scared all of us.

  The music began to play. Copper stepped back into his spot, everyone in the building turning to face the double doors. Penny walked out first with Jayla’s hand in hers, her other hand on Ryker’s back, leading both of them forward. Ryker was holding the rings, and though it was a bit out of order, it was best this way because Ryker had a habit of getting distracted – much like his mother – and leaving shit lying around.

  Jayla was throwing rose petals with a wide smile on her face. Copper cleared his throat, and I smirked.

  The man was a fucking asshole, but he loved his family, and when it came to them, he teared up at the simplest things. I never understood the man, and I was pretty sure I never would.

  Olivia came out next. Her hand was in the crook of Logan’s elbow. Those two were basically inseparable – the best of friends, really. And it calmed me to know that my brother had my woman’s back. I never had to worry about her. I knew Logan would always protect her with his life.

  He whispered something that had her laughing, though she tried to keep it quiet. I rolled my eyes. No doubt it was some dumb shit about a person sitting in the crowd, considering every important person in our town came to our wedding, along with every member of the Savage Crows MC club, which included the mother charter and our Texas charter.

  Her veil covered most of her face and the front of her dress, which was black. She had begged to get married in a black dress, and I had given in easily. We were only getting married once, after all. I wanted this to be everything that she had ever wanted.

  “Who gives this young lady’s hand in marriage?” the minister asked.

  “I do,” Logan said. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before he placed her hand in mine. “Congrats, brother,” he whispered before he moved to take his seat.

  Once we said our vows, I slowly lifted her veil.

  Nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.

  Her black dress was simple, but it hugged her body in all of the right places. It was a mermaid style dress, and damn if I didn’t want to immediately take it off of her and make love to the sexy, little body I knew she was hiding beneath it.

  Her makeup was done to accentuate the gray in her eyes, but it also brought out those pretty, blue flecks. She nervously smiled up at me when I only stared at her.

  “Brett?” she quietly asked.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whispered.

  She giggled. Gripping my cut in her fists, she stood up on her tip-toes and pressed her lips to mine, officially making us husband and wife.

  Cheers erupted in the room, but I was lost in her. Not giving a fuck who was watching, I gripped her waist and yanked her body closer to mine and forced her lips apart, deepening the kiss to the point that she loudly moaned.

  I slowly pulled back from her, pecking her swollen lips once before I pulled back completely.

  “Hello, Mrs. Winters.”

  Her eyes brightened even more, her lips curving into a beautiful smile. “Hi, husband.”

  I growled. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

  Book Two Sneak Peek

  Kyle

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  Someone sliding their arm around my waist and cuddling up close to my back jerked me out of my sleep. I snapped my eyes open and shoved the arm off of me, sitting up to look down at the blonde in my bed.

  Fuck. I hated it when they stayed over after I passed the fuck out from a drunken night.

  “Up. Out,” I ordered, not giving a fuck about how much of an asshole I was being. Her mouth fell open in astonishment. I glared at her. What had she expected? Me to be sweet and kind to her? I got what I wanted from her, and now, I wanted her gone.

  “Unless you plan on wrapping your lips around my cock, I suggest you get the fuck out of my bed, get dressed, and get the fuck out,” I snapped.

  “God, you’re a dick,” she seethed as she flew out of my bed and quickly pulled on her clothes. I laid back down and shoved my pillow over my face, muttering an obscenity under my breath.

  I was hungover as fuck.

  She slammed my door behind her, making me flinch as the sound made my head basically split the fuck open. It took every ounce of restraint within me not to get off of my bed and go remind her of who the fuck I was. Slamming my goddamn door – who the fuck did she think she was?

  With a tired sigh, I moved my pillow from over my face and glanced at the clock on the side of my bed. It was only seven A.M. Jesus Christ, it was too early to be awake. But I already knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, and I needed to get as much coffee into my system as I could before I had to open my garage for the day.

  I heaved myself off of the bed and padded naked to the bathroom to get a shower. I didn’t remember shit from last night, which was probably best. I’d come across my dad last night in one of the bars right on the outskirts of town. He’d been in prison for sex trafficking for the past ten years. He was supposed to have served a lot longer, but obviously, the judicial system in America was a load of shit.

  Walker and Halen had been with me, and when I’d gotten ready to say something to him last night, they had hauled me to the other side of the counter and kept throwing drinks at me to keep me distracted.

  But looking down at the discoloration of my knuckles that I suddenly noticed, something had happened last night. I just didn’t know what, though I had a damn good feeling what it was.

  I just hoped the son of a bitch kept his fucking distance from me.

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  Halen met me at the bottom of the stairs. He looked as exhausted as I felt, but there was a smirk on his face. “How’s your knuckles feel, fucker?” he asked.

  I rolled my head around on my shoulders, trying to relieve the ache in my neck. I hated it when I slept wrong. “Fine. Just bruised.” I headed towards the clubhouse doors, on a mission to find some strong ass coffee, and the only place I knew that sold it was a small, family owned bakery in town owned by Mrs. Rosanna, a friend of my mother’s. Halen followed me. “What the fuck happened, brother?”

  He snorted. “Your dad came over to us despite our warnings to leave you the fuck alone. He wanted to ‘catch up’,” he said, putting air quotes around ‘catch up’. I snorted in disbelief. “You proceeded to beat the fuck out of him.”

  I cursed. “Did cops get called?”

  “Nah. Walker handled all of that,” he assured me. “Owner just told us to get you the fuck out of there. So, we found some woman who had been eyeing you up all night, paid her a hundred dollars to sleep with you until you passed out, and got your ass back to the clubhouse.”

  I arched my eyebrow at Halen as I straddled my bike and strapped my helmet to my head. “Was she blonde?”

  He nodded and then grinned. “I was wondering who the fuck slammed the damn door this morning.” He laughed. “Brother, you sure know how to piss them the fuck off.”

  I grunted. “Women that stay like that – they fucking want commitment.” I shook my head. “Commitment makes my fucking skin crawl, Halen.”

  He shrugged. “One of these days, man, some woman is going to come along and change your mind. Fuck – look at Copper and Brett. Honest to God, they’re so happy that it’s a little bit sickening.”

  I rolled my eyes. I knew Halen wanted an old lady. After seeing Copper settle down and then seeing their kids come along, the man was craving the companionship. Problem was, women tended to only want him for his money. Halen was a trust fund kid – grew up with a good family. The straight and narrow was just never for him, though his parents still
loved him and respected his choices, nonetheless. Honestly, his parents were probably the ultimate definition of supporting your kid no matter what because Halen was always involved in some fucked up shit.

  But they never turned their backs on him.

  When I got to the coffee shop, the smell of coffee instantly wafted out to me. The place was already kind of packed even though it was still before eight in the morning. Mrs. Rosanna had the best damn coffee in town – probably the best damn coffee within a hundred mile radius. People drove insane distances just to try this place’s coffee and pastries.

  Halen followed me inside. A woman – probably two or three years younger than me – was standing at the counter, talking to Mrs. Rosanna, the owner of the bakery. “Honey, I can hire you here if you’re looking for work,” Rosanna told her, always the sweet, helpful woman of our town.

  The woman grimaced. “I really appreciate the offer, Mrs. Rosanna, but working this close with the public – it’s not really my thing. I would drive all of your customers away.”

  Not the male ones, I thought as I ran my eyes over her. Fuck, she had curves for fucking days. She was wearing a plain, black, pullover hoodie, and her hair was buzzed on the sides, the rest of her hair pulled up into a bun on the top of her head.

  And that ass in those tight ass jeans? Fuck me sideways. My fingers were twitching with the need to grab it in my hands and squeeze as I fucked her hard from behind.

  Jesus Christ, Kyle. Get a hold of yourself.

  “What kind of work are you looking for, hun?”

  “Fuck, brother, she is fine as hell,” Halen whispered to me. I nodded in agreement, still unable to take my eyes away from her.

  “Honestly, I’m really good at fixing cars,” she told Rosanna. “I’ve been doing it since I was a little girl. It’s all I know how to do,” she admitted on a slight laugh. “I’m looking for mechanic work.”

  “I can offer you a job,” I blurted before I could stop myself. Halen covered his laugh with a cough. I shot him a dirty look before I turned my attention back to the gorgeous brunette in front of me. She turned her head to look at me, and those hazel eyes – they sucked me in, almost making me forget what the fuck I was talking about.

  She eyed my cut and then Halen’s. “You can?” she asked in disbelief.

  I snorted. “Yes, darlin’, I can,” I told her. “I own a garage here in town – Frazier’s Automotive & Collision Repair.” I shrugged. “Work has picked up a lot, and I need another hand. Pay is decent, as are the benefits. If you want, you can come by, and we can talk more in detail. I open at nine.”

  “I’d take it if I were you,” Rosanna told the woman. “The SCMC men are good men, and you can trust their word. If he says he’ll pay you decently with good benefits, then he will.”

  She looked over at me again. “Fine.” She held her hand out to me. “Skylar Woods. I’ll see you at nine on the dot.”

  I clasped her hand in mine, surprised to find it calloused and rough. And damn if I wasn’t suddenly dying to feel those hands run over my body.

  I nodded once at her. “Kyle Frazier,” I introduced myself. “I’ll see you then, Skylar.”

  Mrs. Rosanna smiled knowingly at me when Skylar left the shop. “Kyle, you’ve got it bad for that woman. Since when do you hire women in your shop?”

  I only grunted, ignoring her prying. “I’m here for coffee, Mrs. Rosanna.”

  She snorted. “Boy, I know your momma,” she reminded me. Halen barked out a laugh behind me. I glowered at the older woman. She only smirked though, not at all bothered by my cold attitude. She was so used to it.

  The older woman was a spitfire, too, and didn’t give a damn about what I felt about a situation. She would give me her opinion.

  She pointed her finger at me. “Now, Ms. Skylar has been coming into my coffee shop every day for three weeks now. Her rent is coming up soon, and she’s basically broke. You’ll treat that woman good, you hear me? And you pay her decently, just as you promised.”

  I threw my arms up into the air with a groan. Halen barked out a laugh behind me. I swung my fist back behind me, hitting him in his stomach. He groaned.

  “Mrs. Rosanna, for one, you gossip too much.” She arched an eyebrow at me and placed her hand on her hip. I sighed. “Two, she’ll get the same pay as my other crew members. It’ll raise when I see what she’s capable of doing. I pay based on experience.”

  She sighed as she began making my coffee. “I worry about that girl, Kyle. Just keep an eye on her, yeah?”

  I looked over at Halen. He frowned at me, both of us thinking the same thing. I looked back at Rosanna. “You said she’s been in town only three weeks, and now she has no money?” I asked.

  Mrs. Rosanna nodded and slid me my coffee. “Yep. You ask me, she’s running from something or someone. No one comes here to settle down, Kyle.”

  I knew that as well. There wasn’t shit in this town, and you had to drive over an hour to get to somewhere decent that actually had shit. Halen flashed me his phone, Logan’s number pulled up on the screen. I nodded once, giving him the go ahead to find out who this woman was.

  “I’ll watch out for her, Mrs. Rosanna,” I assured her, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to ease her fears or if I was looking out for her because I wanted to know more about her. “In the meantime, you mind talking to her about coming out to the clubhouse to get food and shit in her stomach?” I shrugged. “Can’t have my workers starving,” I smoothly lied, though I knew I wanted to take care of her for an entirely different reason. I just wasn’t ready to admit that out loud yet.

  Mrs. Rosanna nodded at me with a kind smile. “I’ll talk to her, Kyle.” She looked over at Halen who had moved off to a quiet corner, talking in hushed tones to Logan about Skylar. “He want a coffee?”

  I nodded. “Add a glazed donut to his order for me as well,” I told her. Halen had kept my ass from getting thrown in jail last night. I’d do something to thank Walker later on when he came in for his shift at the shop.

  I blew out a soft breath and looked down at my watch, noting that I had fifteen minutes before I needed to be at the shop to open it up and greet Skylar. I threw down a hundred dollar bill when Mrs. Rosanna slid me Halen’s coffee and donut. “Put this on a tab for her.” Mrs. Rosanna nodded at me, a smile on her lips. I grunted. “Just tell her coffee is on the house until she gets back on her feet. Don’t let her know it’s from me.”

  I grabbed Halen’s donut bag and his coffee, nodding once at him. He followed me out of the door, cutting his call with Logan. “He’s going to find out what he can.” He grinned at the donut bag I handed him. “You’re a fucking blessing, brother.”

  I rolled my eyes.

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