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Not until her.

Stomping on the stairs pulls my attention up as she comes into the room, looking like she might fight me and I throw my head back, letting out a laugh.

“Dalton,” she growls, coming up to me and jabbing me in the chest. “This is not funny.”

I can’t stop laughing. “Baby, you look as mad as a wet cat.”

“That’s cause I am.”

“You’re so fucking cute,” I say, still trying to tamp down my laughter and her eyes widen before slanting into a glare.

“Cute?” she asks, the look on her face strong enough to maim me if it could. “You think this is fucking cute?”

I nod. “I really do.”

“Goddamn it,” she mutters and when I look down at her, she’s trying to fight back a smile. “Fuck you for being so damn happy about this.”

I flash her a smile and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “I’m just trying to keep you safe, sweetheart.”

“I know,” she says with a sigh, rolling her eyes. “And that’s why I do it. Let’s go. The faster we get to the clubhouse, the faster I can get out of these clothes.”

I release her and pull the door open, smacking her ass again as she passes by me. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get you out of those clothes in no time.”

“You’re a menace,” she fires back, losing the battle to her grin as she shakes her head and struts out to my bike sitting in the driveway. Her leather jacket is laying across the seat. She makes a dramatic show of picking it up and pulling it onto her body before turning to face me fully as she holds her arms out.

“Happy, you stubborn man?”

I grin. “Fucking delirious, baby.”

She climbs on the bike first and as I soon as I join her, her arms wrap around my waist and she lays her cheek against my back with a sigh. I can’t help my ridiculous smile as the engine roars to life beneath us, my mind turning to my plans for later.

She’s going to love it.

I can’t wait to see her face when I tell her.

The ride to the clubhouse is short and quiet. When we pull into the parking spot, I see Izzy, Ali and Carly walking out onto the back deck of the clubhouse with drinks in their hands. I kill the engine and nod to them.

“Go hang out with the old ladies, babe. This should be quick.”

She sighs and climbs off the bike, handing me her helmet. “We’re gonna add bossy to your list of insufferable qualities.”

“You seem to like it just fine when my dick is inside you, sweetheart.”

Color instantly stains her cheeks and she shakes her head. “And that fucking ego, too.”

“Hey,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her into me, claiming her lips in a kiss that ends way too damn soon. “You like it.”

She smiles against my lips and whispers, “Prove it.”

“I will,” I tease, nipping at her bottom lip. “Just as soon as I finish up here.”

“Speaking of which...” She pulls back to meet my eyes. “What’s my surprise?”

I release her and glance at my wrist. “Oh, would you look at the time? I gotta go.”

“Dalton, you don’t even wear a watch,” she snorts as I climb off the bike. I start walking backwards toward the clubhouse, holding my hand up to my ear.

“Huh, baby? What was that?”