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at Court who spoke. The female that
had been all too willing to stroke Diesel’s cock was now working herself all
over Court. But the biker wasn’t interested and pushed her away. Drevin was
right there, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her on his lap. Yeah,
Drevin was a newly patched in former prospect, and wasn’t picky on what he
stuck his dick in, or if he got sloppy ass seconds in the very same night.
    “You like something over there?” Dallas said in a
low, deep voice and tipped his chin toward the dance floor. “You
scoping out that hot piece of ass out there with the jeans on?” There
was a slight slurred quality to Dallas’s voice, and it was clear the male was
drunk.
    Although Diesel knew who he was referring to, he still
looked in Maggie’s direction. Her eyes were closed and her arms were up in the
air as she moved slowly to the music. Her friend was dancing the same way, and he
could see the redness tinting Maggie’s cheeks. She was drunk, which he would
have known even if he hadn’t been close enough to smell the alcohol coming from
her pores. He was a bear shifter, as were all the Grizzly MC members, but there
were a lot of bullshit ideas on what a shifter could and couldn’t do. They
didn’t heal instantly when injured, and although they
had heightened senses and strength when in their bear forms, when they were
humans they still had weaknesses. And Maggie Drake was one fucking weakness for
Diesel, but he couldn’t quite understand why. His bear was pacing back and
forth inside of him, needing to be released, and for the first time in his life
he had never felt so pulled in two different directions. His pulse beat in his
dick, and the longer he looked at her the more he wanted her. She had been cute
back in the day, and the last time he had seen her was when she was only
seventeen. She had been just a kid, and he wasn’t some sick fuck that wanted
any part of that, but now? Now she was all woman , and
as much as Diesel knew he shouldn’t even tempt that darker side of him, he honestly
didn’t know if he’d be able to be strong and stay away from her.
    “Man, I’d fuck that girl two ways to Sunday.”
    Diesel snapped his head toward Dallas and bared his
teeth, but the other male was still looking at Maggie.
    “Fuck, she sure has grown up since the last time I
saw her.” Dallas was a newly patched in Grizzly MC member. He had been a Nomad
for more years than Diesel could even remember, and had hung around Steel
Corner for extended periods of time. So his knowing Maggie and recognizing her wasn’t
too much of a surprise.
    Still, hearing Dallas talk about her like she was
another club whore had this fiery rage burning deep inside of Diesel,
accompanied by the need to knock Dallas’s teeth in.
    “Shit, look at the ass on her. And she’s shaking that
shit like she wants me to go over there and fuck her.”
    Something snapped inside of Diesel, and he swept his
arm across the table, sending the empty bottles scattering to the floor and
scaring the piss out of the females that hung around them. They scurried back,
and although the music was still loud overhead, the noise from the people had
dimmed and he felt their eyes on him. Dallas was still in his seat with his
beer bottle resting on his thigh. Diesel was fuming. He felt his muscles grow
under his skin, and knew that the scent of his anger was clear, yet that
son-of-a-bitch Dallas just sat there with this stoic expression on his face.
    “Say something one more time, Dallas. Say one more
thing about fucking her ass, touching her, or even look at her and see what I
do.”
    Dallas cocked a blond brow. “Is she yours?”
    For a moment Diesel didn’t respond, but then gritted
out, “No.”
    Dallas didn’t say anything for a few seconds, but
then the corner of his mouth kicked up. “So you’re confronting me about a
random female?” He brought his beer bottle to his lips and took a long drink. He
set it down on the table and