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Title: Desired by Doom

“Dammit.” Swearing, she went back to the trunk.

She had a flat tire. This morning, she had noticed it was low and had stopped to get air. Regretting not getting Rocco to take a look at it when she was the restaurant, she lifted the pans out and set them on the back seat before she took out her spare tire and leaned it against the side of the car before getting the jack. Then, sliding the two pieces of the jack together, she slid it under the car to jack it up.

“Need some help?”

“No,” she told Doom curtly.

Pulling down on the metal lever, she started jacking the car up.

“Move. I’ll do it.”

Arden felt Doom’s jeans brush against her arm.

“I told you I don’t—”

Finding herself lifted off her knees and placed to the side had her glaring at Doom as he bent down to change the tire. As she imagined herself giving him a karate chop to the back of his neck, she glared at him.

“If I needed help, I could have asked Burn. What made you come outside, anyway? Shouldn’t you be busy with Celeste?”

Doom clenched his jaw. “Burn texted me you had a flat.”

Arden looked toward the club door to see Burn was watching.

“He could have changed it himself if it bothered him I was doing it,” she said with snark.

Using the lug wrench next to the jack, Doom started taking off the nuts then pulled the tire off. “Whoever is guarding the door can’t leave it unguarded without permission. He asked for permission, and I told him I would do it.” He slid the spare tire on and started twisting the nuts back on.

“I didn’t take you for a gentleman. Damn, I guess it’s true you learn something new every day.”

After cranking the car back down, Doom released the jack. He carried the tools and flat tire to the open trunk, where he set them inside before shutting the trunk.

“Thanks,” she snapped, turning to open the driver’s door.

She grasped air as she was jerked around until her back was against the door and Doom was towering over her.

“What’s the matter, doll? I get your pussycat in an uproar?”

Her mouth dropped open. No man had ever talked to her that way before.

“Jerk!” Putting her hands out, she tried to shove him away. He didn’t budge. 

When he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, Arden couldn’t help the tingles that shot down her spine.

“Don’t blame me you’re hot and bothered. If you hadn’t been such a scaredy cat when you watched me with that woman, we would be in my room, and you would be the one my mouth would be on.”

“It didn’t make me hot!” she screeched at him.

“Let’s find out,” he growled into her ear…

“Doom must have told her about the votes.”

Arden shook her head. “No, he didn’t mention votes.”

“He asked me to tell her.” Siren leaned against the counter. “There was a miscommunication that the brothers want me to straighten out.”

Widening her eyes, Arden pretended innocence. “Miscommunication?”

“They didn’t tell you about the votes you have to get before a woman can become a Last Rider.”

The two women broke into laughter. “That’s a big miscommunication.” Lola rolled her eyes. “Since when have any of the brothers been shy about explaining them?”

Siren gave Lola a harassed glare. “Are you going stop talking or not?”

Lola pretended to zip and lock her mouth.

Arden could tell Siren wasn’t buying her look of pretend innocence.

“Hon, I don’t know why you’re wanting to become a Last Rider, but if you’re just looking to get back at an ex, or wanting to spice up your love life, this isn’t the place. Why don’t you check out ladies’ night at Wily Goose Ale House on a Saturday night? The action isn’t bad there, and your coochie won’t take a couple of days to recover.”

“It took you two days?” Kat seemed impressed. “Hell, it took me a week to get the hang of it.”

Siren threw a bar rag at Kat. “Shut the fuck up.”

Kat grabbed the rag and started to get off her stool. 

“What’re the rules?” Arden put an end to the budding fight she could see was about to take place from Kat’s furious expression.

Kat sat back down, and then both women’s arms went to the bar top to prop their face on their hands to watch.

Siren ignored them.

“You need six votes to become a member. It used to be from the original members, but since they’re all in Treepoint, Kentucky, in the other chapter, they let Wizard, Puck, Buck, Jesus, Doom, Moon, and Nickel give votes. You’ll have to catch a ride with one of the brothers to go to Kentucky for Moon’s and Nickel’s votes unless you manage to get them while they’re here. Nickel comes here about every couple of months, Moon just whenever he doesn’t think he’ll get caught. The mayor’s daughter wanted to be a Last Rider when Moon was the president here. Needless to say, he’s been dodging the law ever since.”

Arden filed that piece of information away as she continued to listen.

“I miss Moon,” Lola lamented.

“Anyway—” Siren gave Lola a threatening glare, “to earn the votes, you have sex with six of them any way you want, as long as they come. For example, Buck can watch Puck do you, and if Buck comes, you basically get a free vote.”

“They watch?” Arden could tell Kat and Lola were enjoying her embarrassment, while Siren was giving her a sympathetic glance.

“Depends. If you’re in this area, anyone coming into the bar can watch. Hon, none of us are shy. But if they take you to their room, the brother gets to choose if the door is to be left open or closed. Most of the brothers let you choose. Wizard doesn’t give a fuck who watches. The more, the merrier. That brings me to another point Doom wanted to make sure you’re made aware of.”

“How nice of him,” Arden grated out between clenched teeth.

Siren’s gaze became more sympathetic. “If the door is open, anyone can not only watch but join in if the brother gives them permission.”

Arden felt the bile beginning to churn in her stomach. “Are we talking about a threesome?”

“Or a foursome, or a fivesome…”