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Finally, we settled next to Jericho and a few other guys.

“This the screamer?” An exotically handsome guy with mocha skin and dark brown hair gave me the once-over. He didn’t have a beard either. Then I remembered him because he’d come to my place to get Veronica. What had Dare said his name was?

“Otherwise known as Lila.” Dare drew me onto his lap where his stiff cock poked my ass. “Lila, this son of a bitch is Bear. Fair warning, he runs the porn business and liked your scream a bit too much.” Dare scowled at him but didn’t seem truly pissed, after all, he’d told me they were close.

“You’re wasted at the shop. Come work for me. I can have you rolling in money. That body. That voice.”

I laughed, but no one else did. “You’re serious?”

“As a fucking heart attack.” Bear trapped me with his scary amber stare.

My pulse raced and I started to freak out. Then I remembered what Dare told me, it was all my choice. I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to.

“Thanks, Bear, for the compliment. But it’s not my thing.” I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself.

The guy who looked entirely too small to be called Bear shrugged. I’d heard several veiled comments about him, but I hadn’t paid enough attention. I leaned into Dare and he relaxed.

Had he been worried about what I’d say?

Conversation swirled around me, and I soaked in the warm glow of being with him. He laughed, talked and drank half a bottle of Crown whiskey. But only his eyes showed his inebriation. He held his liquor well. When the sounds of the band warming drifted our way, I was ready to dance. Squirming on his lap, I tried to find a place that eased the movement of the damn balls. I ached from the stimulation, but I refused to give in.

Dare bent to my ear. “Will you make it?”

My gaze found his, and desire flashed between us. He grew harder under my ass. I reached up and dragged his head to mine, kissing him with all the pent-up frustration inside me. His hands moved to my breasts, but I leaned away. “Will you?”

Someone, maybe Bear, muttered about waste, but I didn’t agree. We were about passion and connection so raw it consumed us. Dare’s chest tightened and his hand gripped my leg.

“Dare, I want another crack at the title.” Rebel’s voice cracked in the night air.

“Tomorrow’s a better race day,” Jericho said into the silence.

“I bet old Lefty you’d be too wrapped up to race tonight,” Rebel sneered.

What did he mean? I shifted, ignoring the pressure on my leg.

“Oh, Lila, you know your man holds the title racing on his back wheel?”

The race sounded dangerous. Stupid and dangerous.

Rebel smiled like he’d already won.

“He’s good at everything.” I relaxed into my guy, waiting on him.

“Be back in a flash, Red.” Dare stood and swayed as I slipped off his lap.

Fear climbed my spine and spread its cold dread through me, but for once I didn’t show it, at least I tried not to. And since no one looked at me funny, I must have succeeded.

“Go kick ass, Dare. I’ll be here to congratulate you.” I lounged back in the chair like I didn’t give a damn. My guy was a badass biker who scared bikers, so I couldn’t do what I really wanted—beg him not to go.

He leaned forward and kissed me, then turned and walked toward the front of the club.

“Better haul ass, or I’ll beat you before you even get there,” Dare called without glancing back.

Rebel sauntered after him.

A dull roar of murmured words spread through the party until almost all the bikers and several of the women were by the race area.

Suzie sat next to me. “I’ve seen him race twice as drunk. But it’s good for you not to go over. Don’t want to distract him.”

I liked Suzie. We might even become friends, but I sure as hell didn’t need her yammering in my ear now. It took all my willpower not to puke. The idea of him racing—I didn’t have words for the uneasy dread stalking me.

Suzie followed my cue, and we sat in silence. I drank my Coke, wishing it held something stronger. My pussy throbbed, stomach churned and head pounded. A trifecta made in hell.

While it felt like hours, my watch said thirty minutes had passed before Dare returned triumphant. The news traveled ahead of him, and I gave him a hero’s welcome. He fell into my kiss, and we didn’t surface for some time.

He broke away. “I need whiskey and a dance with my woman,” he roared to a round of cheers. Grabbing the bottle of Crown he’d set on the ground when he’d accepted the challenge, we stood together.

Straightening, he pulled me into him, kissing my ear. “You good?”