...or something: Ronacks Motorcycle Club by Debra Kayn Page B

of Jana's, and said, "I'll get Raelyn to take Bree out of the room."
    "No, let her be. It's her birthday," said Battery. He wanted to know how far Bree would go to prove how grown up she was at nineteen years old and what she'd do to convince him she was ready to get involved with him.
    Jana forgotten, he gave Bree all his attention. She'd never understand that it wasn't her age that stopped him from putting her in the role of his woman.
    Jana's hands wandered up under Battery's beard to his neck. He grabbed her wrist and put her hand on his cock. His gaze never left Bree. In his mind, Bree was his. She'd always been his.
    His men knew Bree was off-limits. He'd kill anyone who touched her, and hoped that knowing they risked their membership with Ronacks and their life would keep them at a distance from Bree. He'd proven his word was law more than once.
    Rod twisted open another cap on a beer bottle and flicked it across the room. "I'm taking Hazel and heading home."
    "Ride with purpose, man," said Battery, continuing to watch the action happening around the pool table.
    Bree pulled Raelyn up on the table, and together they aimed their ass toward each other and shimmied, twerked, and teased the men.
    "I'll be around tomorrow night to take the run." Rod stood and leaned down to the side of Battery. "If you need me before then, give me a call."
    Battery nodded. Late tomorrow, he'd leave for a few hours and come back with the money owed to the club and divvy salaries out to each member, clear down to the prospects who would get a glimpse of what life could be like if they patched into Ronacks.
    Each member of Ronacks worked doing spot jobs at the bars, garages, and wherever anyone else needed a hand or security within the club's territory. Nobody got paid individually. Payments were due at the end of the month, and the money divided equally among the members and officers. In return, Ronacks gave security to each business that sought their help, and the MC kept the riffraff out of their territory.
    His job was to make sure the club survived, provided, and co-existed, and so far, they were doing okay, even putting some money away.
    Jana leaned forward and put her lips on his ear. "Let's go in the back. I'll make you feel good, baby."
    Her hair got in his view. He pushed her away. "Go find someone else."
    Jana pouted, begging him silently one more time. He ignored her, wondering where the fuck his MC brothers found the women that hung around his house. They needed to learn how to take no for an answer.
    That went for Bree, too. She always pushed him and never backed down once she had her mind made up.
    Jana moved off him, and he stood. Any minute, his MC brothers would settle down, either at the house, outside, or go home and take what the women who hung around were freely offering them. He wanted Bree out of the way where she wouldn't get it in her mind to push him too far. In fact, now that she was nineteen years old, maybe he should put her on the roster and let her work alongside the wives of the Ronacks members in town. Having her around less, he'd find it easier to tell her no.
    He walked across the room, grabbed Bree's waist from behind and lifted her down off the table. Like a snake, she turned and pressed her breasts against him and continued dancing, rubbing, turning him on.
    His cock hardened, and the eyes gazing back at him held the knowledge of what she was doing to him that he couldn't ignore. They were his carny-girl's eyes. Trusting. Begging.
    Except, they were no longer innocent. She was hotter than shit and feeling the feelings with the maturity to entice him and had him throwing out his reasons for keeping his hands off her.
    He grasped her upper arms, putting a stop to her dancing. Then, he lifted her up while he bent his head down and whispered in her ear, "You think you're not scared of me?"
    Bree's body stilled. "Never," she said with more vehemence than he'd ever heard in her voice.
    His chest tightened, and