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"You came hard, princess." His breath warmed her neck. "Wild and sexy, pulling at my hair. I could taste your juice on my tongue.

Her heart thrummed, and she closed her eyes, giving him access to her neck. She could barely stand. Her pussy spasmed, throbbing and begging for more.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

She opened her eyes, searching for the reason behind the knocking. For a moment, she'd forgotten where she was.

Dio kissed the side of her neck, released her, and stepped away, all while watching her. She cocked her head, trying to make sense of why he'd stopped touching her.

"If you worry about something, you need to tell me." He gathered his beard in his right hand and pulled down, straightening the whiskers. "I could've saved you pain by telling you Brett already mentioned he wanted to ask Mariah to move in with him."

She pushed off the fridge with shaky legs. "Oh, my God. He is?"

Dio walked backward to the door. "No worries, Skye. Not when you're with me."

He opened the house up to Brett and Mariah. She stared at her best friend, trying to see if her life was turning upside down, too.

She needed to talk and find out what was going on. Dio left her dizzy and disoriented.

Mariah rushed to her, grabbing her hands. "We need to talk."

"I know," she whispered, pulling her into the kitchen.

The men stayed in the living room. She dragged Mariah to the corner, the farthest they could get from the guys without shutting themselves into a room—which would be rude.

Mariah leaned closer. "Brett asked me to move—"

"I know. Dio told me," she whispered back. "This is perfect because Dio wants me to move in with him."

They stared into each other's eyes. She could see the excitement in Mariah's face and knew it was impossible to hide how happy she was about the changes in her life. They were both getting what they had spent thousands of hours talking about since they'd discovered their fascination with the opposite sex.

Simultaneously, they clung to each other, hugging hard while jumping up and down, keeping their squeals of happiness between them and away from the men in the other room.

Chapter Twenty Three

Dio rode through the alley, stopping on the east side to look out on the one-way street. He ripped off his helmet and spit on the ground.

Behind him, Ruger and Maverick stopped. He fisted his hand and put it at his side, signaling the end of their ride.

"We lost them," he shouted.

He put both feet on the ground and walked his bike backward to sit between his MC brothers. He'd been the one to spot the black Escalade watching the pot shop when they'd finished their shift. As soon as he looked at the car and realized it was driven by a member of Los Li, the chase had gone down.

He lucked out that Ruger and Maverick were right behind him and understood what was happening when he ripped out of the parking lot, hitting Highway 101. He'd stayed right on their ass all the way into Seaglass Cove.

If it hadn't been for the senior citizen tour bus pulling out in front of him, he wouldn't have lost sight of the Escalade.

"Let's get back to the clubhouse and fill Jagger in on what we've seen. He can alert the crew that's riding. Hopefully, we can get them before they hide underground." Ruger latched his helmet.

It troubled him, knowing Los Li was hanging around the pot shop. Havlin had a hand in runningsecurity since the beginning. They'd laundered money through the shops, took bumps off the incoming cash, and had as much pot as they wanted working from farm to table—growers to buyers.

He led the way back to the clubhouse. They were only four blocks away. Seaglass Cove was small enough to sprint across town, which would've been faster, considering there were tourists mingling elbow to elbow on the sidewalks lining the gift shops catering to life on the Pacific Ocean.

Riding past the pool, he glanced at the glass windows surrounding the back of the building. Brett had taken the girls to the pool after escorting Skye home from her client's house and taking her to the clubhouse, where Mariah waited on her day off from the coffee shop.

He pulled around the clubhouse and parked his Harley. Not waiting for the others, he swung his leg over his seat. The first step almost took him to his knee as his lower back spasmed.

He gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain. It was a bad time for his back to start hurting again. He walked to the door with a hitch in his stride.