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Decision made, Jameson King would like me, and I’d make sure he never stopped.
“I don’t belong there.” His thumb traced my bottom lip. “You do. You’re the only thing there that feels like home.”
There, on a cold October night, Jameson King stole my first kiss in the middle of the street.
If you were mine, I’d kill anyone who told me to let another man touch you. I’d burn down the club before letting someone feel what’s mine. Within the club, the only other thing that is sacred is our women, the ones we claim, the ones we choose. If you were mine, I’d tell Tuck to go fuck himself and if he tried to hurt me, then I’d welcome the carnage.”

