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CHAPTER ONE

Teagan

“WHERE IS IT?” Dad demanded.

“Where’s what?”

“The fake,” he growled.

I bit my lip. My father, Logan “Mack” Reed was the secretary for the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club and built like a Mack truck, hence the name. He has been married to my mother for over a quarter of a century, and they are still in love just as much today as yesterday.

He is also a lawyer.

Which meant, us kids (my big sisters Harper and Huxley, and our baby brother, Grayson) got away with nothing. Or next to nothing, anyway.

Like planning my best friend Daisy’s twenty-first birthday party. Our girl group went to a club to celebrate, and Tillie, Ace’s daughter, had procured me a fake I.D.

Which brings me to now.

My father had discovered my little stunt and showed up at the club, dragging me out.

“Fake, what?”

“I swear to Christ, Teagan, if you continue with this sass—”

“What, Dad? Are you going to ground me? I’m twenty years old.”

“Living under my fucking roof while I foot the goddamn bill for your life.”

I huffed. “You’re footing it? I think Mom might have something to say about that.”

His knuckles bleached white as he gripped the steering wheel. “One more word, and I’ll fucking cut you off, kick you out, and drop you off.”

“Drop me off where?”

“The bus stop, the army recruiting center, the nearest convent. You can pick.”

I was currently in law school, and my parents were allowing me to live at home while they paid my tuition. I also had a job working for my father during summers and breaks, and admittedly, he paid me far more than ‘market value.’

“Don’t be dramatic, big man.”

“You want drama?” he hissed. “I’ll create so much drama for you, you’ll shit out an Oscar.”

“Ew, gross.”

“And an Emmy, and that bitch looks sharp.”

“Daddy, don’t be disgusting.”

“Keep talking and your asshole will be a goddamn EGOT.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom would never let you cut me off.”

“Try me,” he growled. “Hand it over.”

I dug the phony ID out of my purse and dropped it in the middle console.

“Now the real one.”

“Real what?” I asked.

“ID. You’ve officially lost driving privileges. No more car, no more driving yourself anywhere.”

“How the hell am I going to get to school and work?”

Did I mention my parents had bought my car for me?

“One of the recruits will drive you wherever you need to go.”

“That is beyond the pale!” I sputtered. “And child abuse.”

“It’s called consequences of your actions, baby girl.” He glanced at me. “What did Tillie’s guy charge you for this thing, anyway.”

“How’d you know it was Tillie?”

“I didn’t for sure until now.”

“Goddamn it,” I hissed. “Never trust a lawyer.”

“How much, Teagan?”

“Two-fifty. Why?”

“’Cause that’s how much is gonna come out of your next paycheck.”

“What? You can’t do that.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna make a charitable donation in your name to Bikers for Kids.”

“That is so unfair.”

“It’s not about fair,” he said. “It’s about you learning the value of a dollar. And to remind you never to give your money over to criminals and scam artists ever again.”

“I think I’ve learned my lesson, I’m not that stupid.”

“I didn’t think you were stupid enough to do this in the first place, but here we are.”

“You’re calling me stupid?”

“No. You are intelligent, resourceful, and quick on your feet. But you did a stupid thing and I need to make sure you understand the gravity of your actions.”

He was right, of course, but I wasn’t about to admit that.

The guy Tillie had referred me to was super sketch and I’d regretted meeting him at all. The original cost had actually been a hundred bucks, but he’d upped the price when I arrived to pick up the ID, going so far as to offer that I could pay in a different way.

I’d thrown the money at him and gotten the hell out of there as fast as I could. It’s not like I could tell anyone about the encounter. I was doing something illegal, after all, so I was stuck.

“I don’t know what the big deal is. I’m going to be twenty-one in eleven weeks.” I crossed my arms with a groan.

“Driver’s license, baby girl,” Dad prodded.

“You’re not really serious, are you?”

“As a fuckin’ heart attack,” he growled. “Want to add your phone to the pile, too?”

I muttered several expletives under my breath as I pulled my driver’s license out of my wallet and dropped it next to the fake.

“Does Mom know you’re doing this?” He raised an eyebrow, and I wrinkled my nose. “Stupid question. Of course she knows about this.”

“We don’t do anything if it’s not together.”

He pulled onto the freeway, and I frowned. “We’re not going home?”

“Club.”

Shit. If we were going to the club, that meant I was going to have to face someone I really didn’t want to face. “Can’t we go home?”

“No one’s at home, Teagan. We’re going to the club.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

He reached over and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. “I love you to Jupiter and beyond, sweetness. You know that, right?”

“Yes, I know that. I just wish you could love me a little bit less.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t even begin to know how.”

We rode the rest of the way in silence, pulling up to Big Ernie’s Bodyshop (where the Dogs of Fire compound was housed) about fifteen minutes later.

I followed my dad inside and immediately came face-to-face with him.

* * *

Cash

“Teagan,” I said as soon as she and her dad walked into the great room.

Jesus, she looked cute... and way too fucking sexy for my comfort. Her V-neck was way too low and her skirt was way too short, but I was not her father, so I had no say in what she wore, which she reminded me on the regular.

Her eyes narrowed as she bit out, “Cash.”

“Hey, kid,” Mack said. “You available to chauffer Teagan this week?”

“Dad!” she hissed.

“Yeah, sure,” I said.

She threw her hands in the air. “I’m getting a drink.”

“Soda,” Mack ordered.

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re not twenty-one.”

“I have always been able to drink here,” she argued.

“Well, your privileges have been revoked for now.”

I chuckled. “Come on T, I’ll find you a soda.”

She let out a quiet curse but followed me into the kitchen. The second I knew we were in the clear, I grabbed her hand and tugged her down the hall pulling her into one of the bunkrooms and closing the door behind us.

“I told you this was a bad idea,” I growled, pushing her up against the wall and wrapping my arm around her waist.

“It was the perfect idea until someone told my dad.”

“I told you I’d go with you,” I said.

“That would make people ask questions.”

“Then I could have sent someone to have your back. Not happy you went around me.”

“Well, you’re going to have to get over that,” she said.

“Teagan,” I snarled.

“Were you the narc?” she accused, changing the subject.

I leaned down and ran my tongue over her bottom lip. “You seriously asking me that?”

She sighed, leaning into me. “Well, do you know who did narc?”

“No.” I moved my mouth to her neck.

“Cash,” she rasped as I slid my hand up her shirt and tugged the cups of her bra down.

“Next time, you gonna listen to me?” I scraped a thumb over her nipple, and she leaned into my touch.

“Hell no.”

I met her eyes with a frown. “Why the hell not?”

“Because then I won’t get ‘punished.’”

“Jesus, I’ve created a monster.”

“Yes, you absolutely have.” She tugged on the button of my jeans, then slid her hand under the waistband, wrapping her fingers around my already hard length.

Teagan and I had made our ‘secret’ relationship official about three months ago. We were the only two people on the planet who knew the depth of our feelings for each other.

And those feelings were deep.

“Wait, baby, we need to talk,” I said.

Teagan frowned up at me. “I have my hand around your cock, Cash. I am talking.”

I smirked, fixing her bra. “We’ll continue that conversation in a minute.”

She let out a huff and slid her hand from my jeans. “Fine. But I don’t want a lecture.”

“I don’t lecture.”

“Bullshit, you’re almost as bad as my dad.”

“I don’t lecture you,” I amended.

She gave me half a smile. “Oh, but you want to more than you’re willing to admit.”

I chuckled. “Well, that’s true.”

“You’re way too hard on your sister and at some point, you’re going to need to lay off a bit.”

“Daisy can handle herself,” Cash said.

Teagan raised an eyebrow. “Then why do you fuck with her?”

“I mean, she can handle herself with me.”

“If you ever try half the shit you do to her with me, you and I are gonna have a problem.”

I frowned. “You’ve said that before, Teagan.”

“Yeah, but I’ve discovered you can be a little thick when it comes to the people you love, so I’m going to keep reminding you.”

“Are you seriously calling me thick, woman?” I slid my hand under her skirt and between her thighs. “Where the hell are your panties?”

“I didn’t wear them tonight.” She pressed her palm against my dick with a grin. “I wanted you to have easy access.”

“You wore that skirt with no panties?” I growled.

To say her skirt was mini was an understatement.

“Sure did,” she sassed.

Sliding two fingers inside of her, I discovered she was already wet, but as I thumbed her clit, her pussy flooded.

“I love how your body responds to me,” I rasped, running my mouth against her neck.

“I love how you know exactly what I like.”

I kissed her, my fingers sliding deep...

Until...

“Teagan?” Mack bellowed from the other side of the wall.

“Shit,” she hissed, pushing away from me. She grabbed her purse and rushed into the bathroom next to the bunkroom.

I dropped my head to the wall and took several deep breaths, forcing my dick to calm the fuck down as I buttoned my jeans back up and waited for the all clear from Teagan.

* * *

Teagan

“Teagan!” Dad yelled again.

I pulled a clean pair of panties from my purse before washing my hands and pulling open the bathroom door with a scowl. “What, Dad? Jesus, can’t a girl pee in peace?”

“I thought you were getting a pop.”

“I had to pee.”

“Where’s Cash?”

“Um, gee, Dad, I don’t know,” I sassed. “I don’t have my Cash tracker activated.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well, when you see him, let him know he’s driving you home.”

My heart soared. If Cash was driving me home, that meant I got some uninterrupted time with him and that was something we rarely got. However, I had to continue to play the part of irritated daughter, so I let out a huff and whined, “What? Why?”

He glanced at his phone, then back at me. “Because I need to take care of something for your mom.”

“Can I just stay here?”

“Sunday dinner at Hatch’s, so that’s up to you.” He crossed his arms. “You just can’t miss dinner.”

“I’d never miss Maisie’s cooking,” I avowed.

He studied me for a few seconds. “If you want to stay in my room then head home and change before dinner, I’ll allow it.”

“What? Club chic isn’t working for you?”

He smirked. “Don’t be late.”

“I would never disrespect Hatch.”

Us club kids loved Hatch. He was our favorite and I’d heard Dad complain to Mom on more than one occasion that Hatch could do no wrong in the eyes of his daughters.

He let out a deep groan as he dragged his hands through his hair. “Baby girl.”

I pasted on a fake smile and gave him my best little girl voice, knowing how much he hated it. “Yes, Daddy?”

“Never mind,” he bit out. “Just do what Cash tells you to do.”

I smiled internally. I absolutely planned to do what Cash told me to do, but my dad didn’t need to know that. “I’ll think about it.”

Dad leaned down and kissed my check, then turned on his heel and walked away. I followed as far as the bunkroom door, slipping back inside with a grin.

“What did Mack say?” Cash asked.

I flipped the lock on the door. “He wants you to drive me home in the morning to change before taking me to Hatch’s place. And that I’m supposed to do everything you tell me to do.”

Cash grinned slowly. “Everything I say, huh?”

“That’s what he said. And you know I must obey my father in all things.”

He crossed his arms. “In that case, we’re gonna need some privacy.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He nodded, pulling out his phone and firing off a text.

I cocked my head. “Who are you texting?”

“Train. He and Melody aren’t here right now, so we’re gonna borrow his room.”

I gasped. “You did not tell him—”

“Babe,” he admonished. “Of course I didn’t tell him shit.”

“Well, what did you tell him?”

“That I’m entertainin’ and wondered if I could use his room.”

I rolled my eyes, jealousy rearing its ugly head. “Ew, gross.”

“Baby, I’m about to fuck you just the way you like it, why is that gross?”

“Because he’s going to think you’re fucking some club skank and that’s just gross.”

He slid his phone into his pocket and closed the distance between us. “You jealous, sweet pea?”

“Do I have reason to be jealous?”

Cash chuckled, sliding his hand to my neck. “I didn’t actually tell Train shit. I told him you were sleeping here and since his room was the closest open one to Mack’s, I asked if I could bunk down there. I have to clean it for the privilege, of course, but he’s good with it.”

“I’ll help you clean.”

“I appreciate that.” He smiled. “Now, am I fucking you there or in your dad’s room?”

“Oh my god, don’t be disgusting.”

He leaned down and kissed me. “Train’s it is.”

“I’ll go up first. You grab tequila and meet me up there.”

I kept my expression neutral as I made my way upstairs. The club was wired, so to speak. Not everywhere, but enough that I needed to act like I wasn’t happy about being ‘stuck’ with Cash. No one could discover us. No one.

I shivered.

My dad would kill Cash.

Literally.

I unlocked my parents’ room and stepped inside. It was pristine, which was to be expected. Outside of the fact my mother was a neat nick, Dad would have a recruit clean it on the regular. I still needed to find out if I should change the sheets, though, so, I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.

Cash knocked on the door a few minutes later and I pulled open the door, inviting him in. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” He grinned. “Next door’s all ready for us. Just gotta get you in there without anyone seeing.”

“I can be seen. If anyone asks, I’m helping you clean.”

“Get movin’ then, beautiful. I’ve got plans for you.”

I grinned and locked up, following him into Mack’s room, where I was promptly pushed up against the wall and kissed until I could barely breathe.

He flipped the lock on the door. “I want your shirt and bra off, Teagan. Leave the skirt, then, bend over the end of the bed.”

“Shoes?”

“Off.”

“Panties?”

“I thought you weren’t wearing any,” he said.

“I put some on in the bathroom.”

“I’ll take care of those,” he rasped.

I shivered. “Yes, sir.”

I did as he instructed, and my nipples beaded into tight buds as the cold air hit my skin.

* * *

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