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A humorless laugh tears itself from my throat and I shake my head again as I shut the door, following behind her. Her ass swings back and forth as she marches up the stairs – determination making her body tense as she glances back at me. She’s daring me with a look to expose our little secret and I grin. Doesn’t she know by now what my reaction will be to an ultimatum from her? A warning flashes in her gaze before she turns back to the clubhouse and pulls the front door open. All of the adults are seated in the dining room when we walk in and they all look up, waving and hollering their greetings before turning back to the conversation we walked in on.

Izzy starts walking faster, heading straight for the table that Ali and Carly are seated at and I grit my teeth. Ali is in Storm’s lap and Carly is sitting next to Chance which only leaves one chair left and if she gets there before me, I’ll be forced to make a scene in front of everyone or sit at another table where I can’t pull her close or touch her.

“There’s beer, sweet tea, and bottled water in the kitchen.”

Izzy looks over at the counter where all the drinks are laid out before glancing over at Ali. “I’m going to grab some tea. Save me that seat.”

As she heads into the kitchen, I grin and close the distance between me and the table, sinking into the chair she wanted and crossing my arms over my chest. Ali scoffs and slaps my chest.

“You literally just heard her ask me to save her that seat.”

I glance down at my lap. “She can sit here, too.”

“Oh,” Ali whispers, fighting back a smile and just like that, I know she knows. Losing her battle, she flashes me a smile and winks before leaning into her husband and wrapping her arm around his neck. Izzy turns with a glass of sweet tea in her hand and stops short, shooting daggers at me with her gorgeous eyes.

“You grab me a beer, Iz?”

She shakes her head. “Get it yourself.”

“Please, Mama? You’re already standing there,” I point out and her eyes narrow further at the term of endearment I use for her at home as she glances around the room. Some of my brothers or their wives are watching us but most of them are focused on their own conversations and don’t really care about our argument. Her hand clenches into a fist and my grin widens.

She wants to play games?

Fine.

After a moment, she rips a bottle of beer out of the bucket of ice on the counter, squares her shoulders and marches over to me, stopping right in front of my chair and slamming my beer onto the table. I arch a brow in question. Her eyes are full of anger but it only excites me more and I can’t help but imagine dragging her sexy ass upstairs over my shoulder and finding a quiet corner to fuck her until she’s begging for the release only I can give her. Has she realized that she has this effect on me yet? How many times over the past three days has an argument turned into the two of us fucking like crazy all over my damn house?

“That’s my chair.”

I uncross my arms. “We can share it.”

“No. I want that one.”

I shrug and grab her hand, pulling her into my lap. “There. Problem solved.”

“Diego,” she growls and I bite back a laugh as I look up at her and bat my eyelashes, taunting her. God, if we were alone right now, I’d already have her naked and on top of me.

“Izzy.”

“Jesus,” Chance groans, rolling his eyes as he leans back in his chair and lays his hand on Carly’s thigh. “Would the two of you just fuck again already? I can’t stand this sexual tension shit.”

“Speaking of fucking,” Jumper says, leaning into Alice, Smith’s sister-in-law, with a grin. He nudges her suggestively as he wiggles his eyebrows and motions to the stairs with his head. She scoffs as she raises a bottle of beer to her lips.

“Sure.”

He blinks. “Wait. Really?”

“No, you asshole,” she says, laughing as she shakes her head. “God, guys have no fucking game anymore. It’s all casual hook-ups, coffee dates, and dick pics.”

Izzy finally relaxes into my lap as she laughs at Alice’s response and I wrap my arm around her waist, holding her as close as she’ll allow.

“What’s wrong with dick pics?” Jumper asks as he takes a sip of his beer. A burp pierces the silence and I wince. Jesus, is he drunk already? This kid grew up on the road with his parents, who are bounty hunters, so he was homeschooled and sometimes it really shows like a few days ago with Izzy or now. Alice leans away from him and looks over at Smith for help, who just rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Knock it the fuck off, Jump, or I’ll let Smoke kick your ass in the ring again,” Storm says and Jumper narrows his eyes at me for a moment before he turns back to Alice and leans closer to her with a wink.

“If you don’t like dick pics, we could go upstairs and I’ll give you a private show.”

She holds her hand up over her nose. “Ew, no.”